Ning Hong gritted her teeth in hatred and turned around and went back.
He hated himself for being angry and missing the last chance to talk to Xiao Yuchi. The two of them didn't even know each other, and he didn't know if he would be able to see him again in the future.
She was angry that Old Lady Ning was interfering like a fool and was guarding against her like a thief, without even considering whether her silly granddaughter was worthy of such a banished immortal.
I hated Xiao Yuchi and Ning Zhihuan even more. In short, I was so angry that I didn't eat today.
Watching them leave, Ning Zhigan came over and grinned like a monkey, "Little sister, open it and take a look."
Ning Zhihuan retracted his gaze and came back to his senses. He looked at the small brown bottle in his hand belatedly and shook it. He could feel what was inside, but he didn't know what it was.
Not too heavy, very light.
Seeing that Ning Zhigan wanted to stick his head into the bottle, Ning Zhihuan gave him the bottle.
"Brother, I can't open it, please help me open it."
Ning Zhigan didn't doubt it. He nodded and began to open the bottle. He caught it with one hand and shook the bottle with the other hand to shake out the contents.
But the moment they found out what it was, they were both dumbfounded.
Ning Zhikun, who was sitting nearby, was also a little surprised when he saw this.
The bottle contained nothing but bright red banknotes, old version of RMB 100-yuan notes, which she had only seen in pictures before.
Ning Zhihuan opened the money, there were five bills in total, which was five hundred yuan.
If it were the previous 500, it would not be a small amount and it was considered normal.
This is about the amount of money I give when visiting relatives and friends.
It's just different now.
Five hundred yuan was the equivalent of the Ning family's annual income. Ning Qinghua toiled like that, working as a lumbersmith for others, only making about 30 yuan a month. He was truly hardworking and frugal, only taking home 20 yuan a month.
If it weren't for the need to support a large family, it would be a pretty good income.
In addition to the meager income from their aunt Chen Zhu, Ning Qingjian and Ning Qingzhong also have jobs and often earn extra money outside.
Logically speaking, although the Ning family's income cannot be said to be wealthy, it is still considerable.
It is not easy to support so many students.
Even though life was so difficult, there was no bias towards Ning Hong, the adopted child. She was allowed to go to school. But she ran away with a scoundrel and ended up dead on the street. She even came back to seek revenge. It was really sad.
Ning Zhihuan was lost in memories and his disdain for Ning Hong, completely unaware that Ning Zhigan's sudden movements had attracted the attention of Old Lady Ning.
She walked towards this side with her hands behind her back, and saw the hundred-yuan bill in Ning Zhihuan's hand at a glance.
The first thing they felt was not surprise, but rather a little cautious about this thing that shouldn't be in their house.
"Huanbao, where did this come from?"
Ning Zhihuan came to his senses and before he could answer, Ning Zhigan beside him described what had just happened in vivid detail with his hands and feet dancing.
"So this money was left by Xiaochi?"
Ning Zhihuan nodded.
Old Mrs. Ning's frown deepened. There was no reward without merit. They just made two home-cooked meals, which would not cost five hundred yuan in any case.
"We have to find a way to return it." Old Mrs. Ning said this. Ning Zhihuan was not surprised at all.
This is the Ning family. Even though the five hundred yuan was a gift from the other party rather than a request, even though the five hundred yuan could allow the Ning family to live comfortably for a year, even though the five hundred yuan could relieve everyone's pressure, Old Mrs. Ning still refused to accept it and had her own bottom line.
“Grandma, I think so too.”
Old Lady Ning smiled when she heard this, patted Ning Zhihuan's head, and praised him, "Our Huan'er is well-educated and well-mannered. We can't afford this. Find a chance to return it to Xiaochi."
Hearing this, Ning Zhihuan collapsed.
She also wanted to return it to Xiao Yuchi, but she accidentally found his residence last time, but she couldn't find it the second time.
The two of them just had a chance encounter, and she didn't know if they would ever meet again in the future... Where could she go to repay him?
Thinking of this, Ning Zhihuan thought about persuading the old lady to keep the 500 yuan and use it as capital for development. When the opportunity arose in the future, he could return it to her with interest.
But when he met Mrs. Ning's clear eyes full of trust, he swallowed the words on his lips.
So, she agreed to what Old Lady Ning said, and the others had no objections, so they all returned to their rooms.
In the dark, Ning Hong's eyes turned and a smug smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
Ning Zhihuan was not idle after returning to the room. After thinking about it, he decided that the most feasible and effective thing to do now was to do design.
Those designs are all in her head.
As for what is most relevant to the lives of ordinary people, it is of course clothes.
Coincidentally, she comes from the future. She knows the popular elements of this era and also the popular elements of the future.
By combining the two, she can design clothes that are novel and beautiful, but in line with modern people's aesthetics.
Without saying much, Ning Zhihuan started working immediately after having an idea, and spread out the paper and charcoal pencils he got from Ning Zhigan.
Because the paper is not very good, there are even some small particles on it, and the charcoal drawing on it is bumpy and intermittent.
But fortunately, she had some previous experience, so it wasn't too difficult.
As soon as he started writing, his inspiration flowed like a spring, and he painted six or seven paintings before stopping.
Looking at the clothes worn by the model in the painting, Ning Zhihuan looked left and right and was satisfied no matter how he looked at them.
Now that the design has been made, the next step is to make the clothes.
It is definitely unrealistic to find a factory to make it, as she has not yet reached the sales volume for mass production. But what a coincidence, she has an aunt at home who is very skillful.
My aunt had the most dexterous hands. Before she got married, she liked to make clothes to supplement the family income.
According to Old Lady Ning, at that time, no matter whether it was the head or the tail of the village, whether it was a wedding or a funeral, people basically came to my aunt to make clothes.
It's enough to show her craftsmanship.
It’s a pity that after she got married, she went to work in a factory and all her skills were buried.
My aunt Chen Zhu likes to make clothes, which is a double blessing of her interest and ability.
It’s a pity that until the end of the book, the aunt was unable to make her favorite clothes again, and was framed by Ning Hong and became depressed.
Without hesitation, Ning Zhihuan took the manuscript on the table and went to the door of his aunt and uncle's house.
Just as she was about to knock on the door, she heard Chen Zhu sighing from inside, which made her stop.
"well--"
"Life is really hard these days." The voice of the aunt came with a hint of tears.
My uncle slammed the table and said, "They are really going too far. They just want to lay you off like that? After all, you have worked in the factory for so many years..."
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