Song Qing thought that Lu Yang currently earns 92 yuan a month. If she were to receive 60 yuan as before, she would also have her own salary after starting work in July.
With over 1100 yuan in savings, buying a sewing machine wouldn't be out of the question. I could alter clothes for An'an whenever I have free time.
As she was still thinking, another savings book suddenly appeared in front of her. Somewhat surprised, she opened it and found 1,500 yuan!
"How do you have so much money?"
Song Qing was genuinely surprised. Lu Yang gave her 60 yuan a month, and she still managed to save so much money.
Lu Yang joined the army when he was a little over 16 years old, and this year marks his 10th year. For the first three years, as a new recruit, he received a monthly allowance of 8 yuan, but he had food and lodging provided in the army and there was nowhere for him to spend money.
In addition, his parents would send him money back then, and he managed to save up three hundred yuan in three years.
He was transferred to Northeast China last year. Before that, he had been working in a Category VIII area, where the conditions were tough but the salary was high. After being promoted, he earned 47 yuan a month. He saved up 900 yuan in two years, and with the previous 300 yuan, he earned 1,200 yuan.
His parents both have jobs with high salaries, so he didn't need to contribute to the wedding, nor did he need to send money home regularly.
When he got married, his salary was 51 or 52. He sent Song Qing 40 every month. After they had a child, his salary was fixed at 60 every month. He also sent 500 back to her in one go.
In addition, I also save up tickets to send things to the mother and daughter. In the five years of marriage, I haven't actually saved much money; it's all from my previous savings.
Why didn't you tell me before?
"I……"
Song Qing didn't really intend to interfere. Given their previous situation, how could they not hide money from each other? She herself had saved 1,200 yuan, and she hadn't told him yet.
"Then let's go buy it in a few days." Song Qing was very happy, and Lu Yang also breathed a sigh of relief, afraid that she would ask too many questions.
Song Qing was beautiful from a young age and doted on by her family, making her quite famous in their area. She and her ex-boyfriend were childhood sweethearts, and he knew the purpose of the marriage. Song Qing was forced into it by her family; she and her ex-boyfriend were deeply in love after graduating high school, but were forced to separate.
Even if they had a child, he knew there was no love between them.
"Since you've given me the money, let me tell you about our family's situation. When I first arrived, I had 1842 yuan in my savings account and over 200 yuan on me."
I withdrew 542 yuan from the credit union a few days ago, and I've also spent almost 500 yuan recently, so my savings are now 1300 yuan plus a little over 200 yuan in cash.
Confess? How could I possibly confess? There's no way I could tell him about that 1200 yuan savings account.
"Um"
Lu Yang was somewhat surprised. Although he had sent a lot of money, he thought the mother and daughter must have spent quite a lot as well. He didn't expect her to have saved so much.
Song Qing hid the passbooks and started counting the tickets again, feeling like she had become rich again.
It's already past eight o'clock. An'an has been playing with them all day, and after playing for a while, she got sleepy and kept nodding and whimpering.
"Take those things away from her and pat her on the back."
Song Qing put everything away in the cabinet and gave Lu Yang a few quiet instructions. She was already sleepy, but still wanted to play and couldn't bear to go to sleep.
Lu Yang gently took the candy wrapper from An An's hand and carefully patted her back. After a few pats, she really fell asleep.
He was both curious and at a loss, because she was sleeping on the blanket. Would picking her up and putting her back in the blanket wake her up?
Song Qing was also very tired, and she felt very relaxed after finishing her work. Seeing Lu Yang's cautious appearance, she wanted to laugh a little. She walked over, gently picked up An An, lifted the blanket, and put her inside.
After she finished stuffing the food, she realized that she had put her daughter in the middle, and wondered if Lu Yang would misunderstand.
Lu Yang really misunderstood, thinking that she didn't want it, so he could only lie down resentfully, secretly comforting himself in his heart, "It's okay, it's okay, she's in the Northeast now, there's plenty of time."
Seeing how neatly he lay down, Song Qing assumed that the other person didn't have that idea at all, and that she was overthinking it.
She couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed and annoyed. She angrily turned off the light and lay down. Although she didn't have any particular thoughts, how could Lu Yang not have any?
Song Qing was truly exhausted; she lay down and soon began to breathe evenly.
Lu Yang, however, was not comfortable lying down. Was the quilt too thick? And was the kang (heated brick bed) too hot? He was so hot that he couldn't sleep. He lay on the kang for a long time, feeling like he was being baked like a pancake, before finally falling asleep.
The next day, when he got up, it was still dark outside. He carefully got out of bed, opened the door, and went outside. The yard was completely dark, but luckily they had installed a light bulb in the yard as well.
The most important thing now is to make a clothes rack. He found a long piece of wood and placed it on the wall and tree branches.
I shook it and it felt a bit stable. I'll just leave it like this for a few days. If the clothes aren't dry, I'll put them in on the clothesline in the north room.
He opened the door to the side room, scooped a bowl of millet from the rice jar, rinsed it, and put it in a pot to cook porridge. He also washed three eggs into the porridge.
While waiting for breakfast, he quietly went back into the house, took out the clothes the three of them had changed out of the day before, and sat in the yard, huffing and puffing as he washed them.
After he finished washing and drying the clothes, the porridge was ready. He first ladled out his own portion, and put the rest in bowls. After washing the pot, he added hot water to it and put the bowls in, so that it would still be hot when they got up to drink. As for the eggs, he just threw them directly into the pot.
Lu Yang doesn't have a day off today. The millet porridge isn't enough to fill him up; it turns to water in no time and doesn't keep him full.
There were quite a few snacks in the main room, but they were too expensive for him to eat. So he simply packed them up, put them in his lunchbox, and went to the cafeteria to get a few steamed buns.
He ran back and finished his own portion, leaving three more in the lunchbox for the mother and daughter.
"Why are you up? It's still early, go back to sleep."
When he went back to put away the lunchbox, Song Qing came out of the house looking sleepy. He quickly gave her a few words of advice and ran off.
Last night before going to bed, Song Qing was thinking that since he had taken such a large sum of money from the man, he should at least get up and make him breakfast on the first morning. However, he overslept. He thought, "I'll do it next time. He's a grown man, he won't go hungry."
So I went back and took another nap with An'an in my arms.
When An'an woke up around 8 o'clock, she wouldn't stay still and kept tossing and turning in bed, so Song Qing had no choice but to get up.
The mother and daughter had just finished washing up with hot water when there was a knock on the gate of the courtyard.
"Xiao Song, are you up yet?"
"Sister Fang? Wait a moment, I'll go open the door."
"No need to open it. The supply and marketing station just received a new batch of canned goods today. First come, first served. I'm leaving now. Remember to hurry up."
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