Chapter 63 Telegram
Liu's mother got bored of staying there the next afternoon.
Apart from the good food, nothing else is as good as home.
She was so bored that she tidied up the vegetable garden in the yard.
The house is tidy and clean, but look at the garden outside, it is only the size of a palm but is not well maintained.
The neighbors around are not that good either.
Those who used to be at odds with her in the village now praise her because of her old daughter.
It's not quiet here, except for the young wife next to them and the old lady of the Zhao family, whose conversations are quite interesting.
The others were just putting on a show, but when they heard she was from the countryside, the contempt in their eyes came out.
But he still had a smile on his face.
She didn't treat these people well, and she looked down on people like that the most.
It's better to be liked by people than to be two-faced and have a big mouth. If you don't agree with someone, just put it on the surface and fight if you really can't get along.
Mother Liu sighed for a while and said, "My dear daughter, when will you drive the truck to transport the goods?"
"Tomorrow."
"That's fine. I'll go back to the village with you tomorrow. I can't stand life in this city."
Liu Qingqing was about to laugh because she wanted to live here permanently yesterday.
The newspaper deliveryman's voice rang out from the alley: "Liu Qingqing, there's a telegram! Bring the stamp!"
Liu's mother, who was sitting at the gate, was startled. Oh my God, something big must have happened and she had to send a telegram.
In all these years, the entire village of Taoshan has only received two telegrams: one was that Zhao Zhizi's eldest son had died, and the other was that Lai Zitou's father had broken his leg in the mine.
A telegram costs three and a half cents per word.
Nowadays, unless something urgent or unfortunate happens, no family can get rich.
It only takes eight points to write a letter.
Liu Qingqing signed for the telegram with her own name stamp.
I took the paper handed to me by the newspaper deliveryman. The word "telegram" was written on the cover, and the number of words was 169 on the back.
Wow, that’s several dollars.
I remember hearing a story in elementary school about how expensive telegrams were.
The man sent a telegram to his wife at home with only three words in it: Jia, You, Shen.
The wife didn't understand what the telegram meant, so she took it to her neighbor to ask.
The neighbor took it and laughed, saying that the man meant that the quilt covers the head but not the feet, and when it covers the feet the head is exposed, and when it covers the middle, both sides leak.
This reflects that telegraph charges are too expensive, so the writing is brief.
Liu Qingqing didn’t understand at that time, so she couldn’t just send a message: Is the quilt too short?
Liu's mother asked nervously, "My dear, whose telegram is this?"
"Song Jinglin's." Liu Qingqing glanced at the name.
"Hurry and look, what's going on? Ouch, ouch." I wanted to shout to God, but I held it in.
Liu Qingqing opened the telegram, which was entirely handwritten, with a group of four numbers followed by a Chinese character.
After quickly scanning the entire article, the key points are probably that he completed the mission, returned to the team safely, and the allowance and letter were sent later.
After reading it, Liu Qingqing folded the paper.
Only then did he realize that Mother Liu was staring intently with her head tilted to one side and her face raised. After she finished looking, she asked, "What happened?"
"Nothing happened!" Liu Qingqing looked puzzled.
"It's nothing, why would he send a telegram?" Liu's mother breathed a sigh of relief.
I was so scared. I thought that little girl would become a widow like her.
Liu Qingqing didn't say anything. She thought that the transfer of allowance was something she should just keep to herself and not tell her mother.
"Mom, it's time to make dinner."
"Ah? How come the days go by so quickly? It feels like I just finished cooking the last meal." Mother Liu took small steps and ran to the kitchen.
Apart from food and drink, there was really nothing in this city that made her linger.
Song Jinglin is a thoughtful man. The allowance he told his family has always been 10 yuan.
He didn't mention anything about his promotion or salary increase.
If her mother revealed that the man only earned 80 yuan a month, wouldn't the Song family feel cheated?
Every time this matter came up before, Liu Qingqing always stood on the moral high ground and took all the man's money home without keeping a single cent.
Early in the morning, Liu's mother put on her new clothes that had never been seen before.
Her hair was combed smooth and sleek, without a single strand falling out.
Knowing that her mother was sincerely trying to show off, Liu Qingqing didn't let her make breakfast: "Let's go to the state-owned restaurant to eat buns in the morning."
Mother Liu paused as she was about to cook rice: "Hey, hey. I'll follow your instructions."
Oh my god, why didn’t she think of it?
There is more to talk about when eating at a state-owned restaurant. Among those old ladies, who can be as arrogant as her?
She is really a bit of a fool.
Liu Qingqing still likes the pork and scallion buns from the state-owned restaurant.
The material selection at this time is more strict. After all, it is a personal property, and people will not think about saving costs by choosing inferior materials.
The pork must be of the highest quality, with three parts fat and seven parts lean.
Then there is standardization. There are regulations on how many buns can be made from one pound of flour, and the ingredients are even more rigorous and precise, down to grams.
The most important thing is that the chef in the state-owned restaurant here is a level five chef and is very good at making pasta.
Liu Qingqing ordered four buns and two bowls of rice porridge.
The old lady has a good appetite and can eat three at a meal.
Mother Liu took the bun and wished she could remember all the folds on it.
These are all details that I want to show off.
"Mom, please hurry up. I have to go to work."
"Yes, you have to take a big car."
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