Chapter 39 Initiative
Before Liu Qingqing finished making her handmade quilt, she saw a brand new set of bedding.
A velvet mattress with large and colorful flower patterns was spread on the bed. The color combination was so bold, red, blue, green and pink, so bright that it was eye-catching.
Fortunately, it was laid with the bottom facing downwards, so normally only the beige cotton lining could be seen.
After the impact of the mattress, the color of the quilt is much more acceptable, with dark pink flowers printed on a light pink background.
Liu Qingqing turned around and said, "How did you manage to make the quilt in just one day?"
The thickness of the tile feels like it's newly made.
"Someone is in a hurry to exchange money." Song Jinglin didn't elaborate, and Liu Qingqing also understood.
In the era of unified marketing, supplies were scarce. Some people couldn't buy what they needed, while others were desperate to make money, so a black market emerged to meet the demand.
"Buying a house and these things again." He pointed to various items in the house, from bedding to bowls and chopsticks.
Don't underestimate these small things; it will cost a lot of money to buy them all.
Song Jinglin took out some money from his pocket and handed it to her: "I spent it on buying a house and buying things. I have more than 70,000 yuan left. There are not many bills left. I'll keep the change for my own use, and you can keep the rest."
Liu Qingqing was surprised: "How much money do you get every month?" Didn't I hear that Yueyue sends ten yuan home? How can there be any left?
The old Song family said that Song Jinglin’s allowance was all transferred back home.
"When I first joined the army, I only made ten yuan a month. Later, it increased, and now I make fifty yuan a month." He remembered that when he first joined the army, he was still a teenager, and he sent every penny home. But a comrade in the Third Team was injured and had to retire. He was seriously injured, and his family was in trouble after hearing about it. They all chipped in, and he had just sent the money home at that time.
I sent a telegram home hoping they would send him ten dollars, but there was no response.
Until he borrowed money from his comrades to make up the difference, he stopped sending his allowance for the next two months and used it all to pay off his debts.
It was only then that he received a telegram from home asking for the two months' money.
After that, the allowance increased, but he stopped sending more and still sent ten yuan.
Liu Qingqing pursed her lips, thinking that this was quite thoughtful.
"I have money too. I've earned quite a bit in the past few months. Why don't you keep it, just in case someone comes along and makes a killing." It was an old tradition after two attempts at pushing and shoving.
Seeing that she was just talking but holding the money tightly in her hand, Song Jinglin said with a smile: "Put it in place, don't let it fall out."
"Oh, that's not possible. I'm an expert at hiding money." He agreed happily. It would be great if it was a lottery. But after thinking about it, he decided not to do it. It would be too unreasonable to spend all the money.
"I'll invite Zhou Renyi and his family next door to dinner tomorrow evening. He helped me with the house. If I need anything after I move in, just let Mrs. Zhou know."
Liu Qingqing nodded, neighbors should treat each other well.
The houses here have electric lights, but the bulbs are the same type as those at the recycling station, dim lights with okay visibility but limited clarity.
Looking at Liu Qingqing who had just finished washing up, Song Jinglin felt the same feeling as that night in Taoshan Village again. Why did he feel nervous about this person every time night came?
"Then let's go to sleep first." Song Jinglin tightened his clenched hands unconsciously.
The bed is said to be bigger than the one at Liu's house, but in reality it's still quite crowded for two people to lie on it.
Liu Qingqing was used to sleeping alone, and now she suddenly had to sleep half way, so she was a little uncomfortable.
Song Jinglin looked calm, but his heart was beating like a drum. He lay quietly for a long time before he suddenly remembered.
"Are you still having your period? I'll fill a thermos for you to warm it up." As he said this, he turned over and got up to get the thermos.
Liu Qingqing quickly called him: "No, it's over."
Song Jinglin stopped walking as he was about to reach the door. His body seemed to be out of oil. His whole body was stiff and he crawled to the bed with his hands and feet clumsily.
Mumu lay down on the bed, and his nose could vaguely smell the faint fragrance of the person next to him. This was different from what he had experienced before. The camp was filled with the smell of sweat.
This was different from his previous time at the Liu family. That day he was only focused on absorbing knowledge.
All his thoughts were drawn to his surroundings. He couldn't think or move.
Liu Qingqing was careful to buy a papaya and lime scented body lotion. Before, she had always used unscented body lotion for both washing and skin care.
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