Wang Fugui nodded with satisfaction. He said calmly, "As a man, you should be trustworthy. Although I despise the three of them, considering that they gave me my daughter, I should give them the money!"
Tell me how much it cost in total, and I'll make up for it. Your mother is the daughter God arranged for me, so it's only right that I pay for it!"
If Ye Zhiqiu still felt a little bit unbelievable and had some doubts at the beginning, then at this moment, he no longer had such thoughts!
Because Ye Zhiqiu could feel that Wang Fugui was sincere and had his own set of principles.
So he said respectfully: "Grandpa, this doesn't make sense! Even if a normal family were to recognize a godparent, it would be my mother who would bring gifts and the child to kowtow to you!
How could they possibly turn against Tian Gang and ask you to pay for something like that? If this were to get out, we would be criticized and shamed! "
Wang Fugui thought about it, and then he said cheerfully, "My child, you are right. Although the rules are a bit old-fashioned, people's words are scary at this time!
Anyway, my money will be left to you in the future, it’s just a matter of sooner or later, so I won’t mention it for now.”
There is nothing we can do about it. In this era, many things cannot be said to be right or wrong.
After chatting for a while, Wang Fugui suggested going back home. He told Wang Xiaolan that he wouldn't come over that night, and that they should eat at the cafeteria to avoid wasting the family's food. Tomorrow morning at eight o'clock, she and he should go to the Tuanjiehu Subdistrict Office to officially transfer the household registration of the three of them to his.
We bid farewell to Wang Fugui, the old man who used a cane but walked very steadily.
Ye Zhiqiu said with emotion: "Mom, this is a lucky find! Putting aside other things, when we stop working in the canteen and need to divide the land, our family will have land in the city too!"
Wang Xiaolan didn't understand this, because in her opinion the canteen was running well, so how could it be closed?
But she replied happily: "I don't understand other things, but you, my godfather, are really a good person. Although you are 75 years old, you are very respected in the village!"
When I brought your brother and sister over, he gave Village Chief Yang and the others a cold look! But he really liked the second and youngest. Later, when he asked about my birthday, he said he wanted to adopt me as his goddaughter.
Ye Zhiqiu knew in his heart that perhaps the people and children in the village had been taught by this old man, so how could he not be respected?
Anyway, this is a good thing. I can decide how to deal with the household registration when the time comes, and I don’t have to move back.
To be honest, the village household registration is definitely more useful. When the time comes, a few acres of land will be allocated, and the subsidies collected in the future will be enough for people to eat and drink for a lifetime.
Speaking of Yang Gui and the other two, Ye Zhiqiu put money out of his shoulder bag from his space. He took it out and counted out 150 yuan, handed it to Wang Xiaolan and said, "Mom, I have to leave early and go to the leader's house for dinner. This is related to my apprenticeship to learn cooking skills.
Village Chief Yang and his men have already helped take care of the matter, and they will definitely come to collect the money. When the time comes, you can give them the 150 yuan and tell them.
I have some colleagues coming over tomorrow night, and I'd like to chat with them about the chickens, ducks, and geese in the village. Or maybe if they come over later tonight, I can talk to them about this first."
Wang Xiaolan took the money, nodded, and wrote it down. She was quite patient in remembering things like this that concerned her son's money.
Back in the living room, Ye Wubing said to the two of them, "Mom, brother, I'm going out to cut grass for the rabbits. There's no grass left to feed them tonight."
Ye Zhiqiu warned: "Go ahead, be careful and don't get ambushed by the wasps again!"
Wasps are quite rare, but back then, they were used in many folk remedies and were highly sought after. Later generations of ointments no longer used wasp powder, so naturally, it was worthless and no one would go to dig out its nests.
Watching Ye Wubing carrying the basket out, Wang Xiaolan remembered something and immediately smiled and said to Ye Zhiqiu, "Son, Mommy has put away the vermicelli and weighed it out. There are still 48 kilograms of vermicelli left!"
Hearing about the huge quantity of vermicelli, Ye Zhiqiu smiled. You know, vermicelli is a processed food and is regulated. During festivals, each household can only buy two taels!
Of course, it is very cheap to buy this kind of fixed quantity, priced at only 30 cents per pound, but you can only buy 2 taels for 6 cents!
So the real price of vermicelli is actually very expensive. Anyway, the purchase price of the brewery is 70 cents per pound, which is the same price as pork!
Sweet potatoes are available at this time, depending on the variety, ranging from 5 to 8 cents per pound. Based on the eight cents price of the best sweet potatoes, one pound of vermicelli requires six pounds of sweet potatoes, costing only 48 cents.
Ye Zhiqiu looked at the time and saw it was only half past one. He immediately said, "Mom, why don't I just take them out to sell first and buy some sweet potatoes later?"
Wang Xiaolan would definitely agree to this; she was always supportive of making money. She immediately helped pack the vermicelli into a sack and carefully placed it in Ye Zhiqiu's basket. This stuff wasn't like the later additions; vermicelli made purely from sweet potatoes was very fragile.
So it needs to be handled with care. Even when going out the door, Wang Xiaolan helped and carried the bicycle out directly.
Ye Zhiqiu rode away on his bicycle, but he only rode for five or six minutes. After leaving Sanlitun, he stopped in a shady place.
While there was no one around, I put the vermicelli into the space and stored it in the bubbles. Of course, I had to take the two sacks home.
Because Wang Xiaolan had already told me that two sacks would cost more than 20 cents, and I couldn’t give them to the factory cheaply...
After staying for more than an hour, Ye Zhiqiu rode his bicycle full of sweet potatoes home.
Wang Xiaolan was watching the door closely, and when she saw Ye Zhiqiu coming back, she smiled. She ran out to help put the board away and pushed the bicycle into the yard.
The mother and daughter took out the sweet potatoes together. Ye Zhiqiu explained while working, "Mom, we've already sold the vermicelli noodles for a total of thirty-three yuan. Last time I bought sweet potatoes, I spent eleven yuan, and this time I spent twelve yuan, so I can only give you ten yuan."
Wang Xiaolan said happily, "That's fine. Mom and your Aunt Liu can each get five yuan, which is equivalent to a full day's work!"
Ye Zhiqiu reminded helplessly: "Have you forgotten the second brother? He works so hard, shouldn't you give him some sweetness? Even if you make a donkey work, you should give it some grass!
This time, because of the two deductions for sweet potatoes, I could actually make more. But you mustn't tell anyone about it. From now on, you'll have to close the door when you make vermicelli, or else you'll get reported and it'll be really troublesome!"
The reason why sweet potato vermicelli is sold at such a high price is that after such fine processing, the sweet potatoes that could have filled the stomachs of several people are turned into a smaller amount of fine grain.
This is not allowed in this era, so you still need to be careful!
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