Yang Zhaozhao met a man selling honeycomb coal at the entrance of the alley and bought several carts of coal.
A lot of coal was burned at home. Yang Zhaozhao saw that this winter was still so cold that her nose was about to freeze off. She was afraid of the cold.
In addition to ordering a few trucks for his own family, he also ordered two hundred yuan worth of coal for Mr. Gu.
Coal is not cheap nowadays. A piece of coal costs two hundred yuan. The old man’s knees are afraid of cold, so he can use coal freely in winter without shivering.
There was a grandmother who was often at home and needed a lot of coal. The coal ordered by Yang Zhaozhao arrived. Li Yiling took the time to put the honeycomb coal and coal balls in the corner of the wall and covered them with a tarpaulin.
Yang Zhaozhao went to the supermarket and saw the employees whose faces were red from the cold. He gave each of them a coal ticket worth 20 yuan as a winter subsidy.
They were very happy to get the coal tickets.
After all, their salary is not low, 40 yuan a month, and they have various benefits, which is no worse than those units.
There was a shop assistant who was ready to quit work after working for a certain period of time, but now he is getting 40 yuan a month. It is said that after he is converted to a regular employee in three months, his salary will be increased by 5 yuan.
At this time, a monthly salary of 45 yuan was really not low and could support a whole family.
Most of them are laid-off female workers, and they are lucky to earn half of their salary by sweeping the streets.
Now that the supermarket is paying good wages and providing coal subsidies, they don't want to quit at all.
There was no heating where Su Heng lived, and he had to rely on his righteousness to survive the winter. Although he was always in the supermarket, it was still cold when he went home at night. Yang Zhaozhao ordered a truck of coal for him.
Su Heng bought a coal stove for himself and took over the pipe, so he didn't have to worry about gas poisoning. He had food and drink this winter and lived a good life.
It was getting colder and colder to ride a bike, and the bus was hard to wait for and crowded, so Yang Zhaozhao got a fully enclosed three-wheeled motorcycle from the supply space.
Li Yiling looked at the three-wheeled vehicle and asked in surprise: "Did you buy it?"
Yang Zhaozhao smiled and nodded: "Do you know how to drive? If not, I'll teach you in a few days. I'll drive today too!"
"Let me try it." Li Yiling had never driven this kind of three-wheeled vehicle. It was actually a motorcycle with an additional compartment on the back. There were many such vehicles on the streets.
The price is not cheap, but you won’t be afraid of the cold or wind when driving it in winter. People who can’t afford a car drive this car to go out, and some people buy it specifically to pick up passengers.
If Yang Zhaozhao didn't think it would be too conspicuous to drive out the car now, she would have planned to drive it.
Nowadays, there are only a limited number of cars. If she suddenly drives a car, many people will be watching her. If they find no purchase record of her car, something bad will happen.
It’s different with three-wheeled motorcycles. If you buy a lot of them, you can confuse them.
Yang Zhaozhao decided that he should save up his own money to buy the car with industrial tickets, so that it would be more formal and he would feel more at ease driving it.
After all, someone reported her twice about the supermarket incident. If Zhiyu bought a car, she would definitely report the problems with her car. Yang Zhaozhao didn't want to cause trouble for herself.
"Do you want to ride a bike today?" Xiao Cui came out with her schoolbag on her back. She looked at the windproof three-wheeled motorcycle and happily circled around it, wishing she could get on one and take a ride.
Yang Zhaozhao briefly explained to Li Yiling how to operate a three-wheeled motorcycle, drove it around for a while, and took them for a stroll in the alley.
Li Yiling watched for a while, then he sat in the car, started the engine, and started the car.
The three-wheeled motorcycle started slowly, but suddenly the accelerator was increased and the three-wheeled motorcycle almost jumped out.
Yang Zhaozhao was so scared that he hugged Xiao Cui tightly, but Xiao Cui found it amusing and giggled.
Li Yiling glanced at Yang Zhaozhao apologetically and said, "Hold on tight. I'll drive you to school."
"Okay!" Xiao Cui agreed.
Yang Zhaozhao nodded.
Soon, Li Yiling, who had learned how to drive, drove a three-wheeled motorcycle and took Xiao Cui to school. Many parents who sent their children to school looked at the three-wheeled motorcycle in the cold wind with envy.
It would be nice if they also had a three-wheeled motorcycle.
At the school gate, he met Xiaoxiao, who was brought there by her grandfather. Yang Zhaozhao touched Xiaoxiao's head and took two candies from his pocket and gave them to her: "Hurry up and go to school!"
Then he asked Little Grandpa to get in the car and take him a distance. Little Grandpa didn't hesitate and asked, "How much is this car?"
It was winter and the cold was unbearable. My nose, ears and feet were all numb.
Grandpa Xiao thought that he still had 4,000 yuan in his hand, and if he had a few hundred yuan more, he would also like to buy a three-wheeled motorcycle to drive, although his legs were not in good condition and he didn't use his legs much when driving.
Yang Zhaozhao said a price: "6,900."
Xiaoxiao's grandfather took a deep breath. He thought he could buy one for one or two thousand yuan, but he didn't plan to buy one. What else could he do for one or two thousand yuan? He could just buy a three-wheeled motorcycle to send Xiaoxiao to school.
If it's a few hundred, I might consider it.
Now the road is blocked.
Grandpa Xiaoxiao knew that Yang Zhaozhao and his family were rich, but he didn't expect them to be so rich.
It seems that running a supermarket really makes money, otherwise they wouldn't spend 6,900 to buy a three-wheeled motorcycle for no reason. Wouldn't it be nice to take the bus for only one cent?
Yang Zhaozhao didn't say much about Xiaoxiao's grandfather's silence. He asked about his recent situation and told him to burn more coal to keep warm when it was cold. If he found any old things, he should remember to show them to her.
Little Grandpa nodded, knowing that those old things were probably antiques that could be sold for money.
If you pick up a good one, you can sell it for one or two hundred yuan, which is enough for a basket of coal.
Li Yiling drove his three-wheeled motorcycle to school. Many people saw them getting out of the car. Some people curled their lips and said, "Tsk, they've opened a supermarket, but they can't even afford a car. They don't look like they're making much money."
"Didn't they say supermarket business is good?"
"I guess he still doesn't have money, otherwise he wouldn't be driving a three-wheeled motorcycle!"
“Bullshit!”
Yang Zhaozhao saw that many people were looking at them, either looking at them or their motorcycles.
Probably guessing their little thoughts, Yang Zhaozhao ignored them, made an appointment with Li Yiling to have lunch in the cafeteria together, and then went to the classroom to read.
When Wang Bailing heard that the three-wheeled motorcycle parked on the roadside belonged to Yang Zhaozhao, he gave it a disdainful look: "It's worth a few thousand dollars, and you're driving it without feeling embarrassed."
Orange nodded and agreed: "I'd rather ride a bike."
Wang Bailing glanced at her and said, "Do you know how cold it is to ride a bike in winter? I'd rather take the bus." Thinking of something, Wang Bailing said, "Chengzi, can you pay me back before the next day?"
Orange hesitated: "Can I pay you back three dollars first? I'll try to pay it back in a while."
Wang Bailing nodded unhappily: "Don't try to shirk your responsibility. My money didn't come from the wind."
Chengzi nodded and glanced at Yang Zhaozhao's three-wheeled motorcycle. She suddenly felt sad. She heard that the three-wheeled motorcycle cost several thousand yuan, but she couldn't even take out a dozen yuan.
It's shameful to laugh at others. Orange feels that he is shameful enough.
At noon in the cafeteria, Li Yiling went to get food, Yang Zhaozhao got two servings of soup, and happened to see Chengzi who was getting rice. Chengzi made a steamed bun and poured a cup of boiling water and ate it.
She happened to meet Yang Zhaozhao, who was holding a fist-sized steamed bun and hiding it behind her.
Yang Zhaozhao saw the panic and embarrassment in Chengzi's eyes, turned his gaze away indifferently, raised his foot and walked away, ignoring Chengzi completely.
But then I heard someone talking about Chengzi: "I heard she only has one steamed bun a day. I wonder how she manages. After all, she has a subsidy of more than ten yuan. She can't have big fish or meat, but at least one steamed bun for each meal is enough."
“I heard that you owe Wang Bailing money and need to pay it back!”
"I can't stand eating only one steamed bun a day."
How Chengzi saves money is her business, Yang Zhaozhao will not starve herself.
Besides, Orange asked for it. Who told her to steal?
When Chengzi was leaving, he happened to see Li Yiling passing by with two plates: braised pork, braised chicken with potatoes, and braised hairtail fish, with a little boiled water spinach.
There are both meat and vegetarian dishes, which make people drool.
Then she looked at the steamed bread in her hand, which was her daily ration.
Orange suddenly wanted to cry.
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