The passer-by sister who wears the female supporting role in the era

Chapter 202 Three women in one play
Gao Yueyang and his brother had just finished eating when there was a knock on the courtyard door.

Wang Baolei immediately said mysteriously: "Sister, I guess it must be because of your work."

After finishing speaking, he gave Gao Yueyang a helpless look.

Gao Yueyang grinned the corners of his mouth stiffly, used his consciousness to glance outside the courtyard gate, hehe hehe twice in his heart, Wang Baolei really guessed it right.

He muttered to Wang Baolei crow mouth secretly, threw a sentence at him and picked up the table, then got up and left the room.

Meng Xiujuan stood in the yard with reddish eyes, crying in a choked voice,

"Gao Zhiqing, a letter from my family said that my father was seriously injured and would need to spend a lot of money in the hospital. My resettlement fee is not enough."

"You, can you lend me some emergency supplies, and I promise to return them to you as soon as possible after my dad recovers from his injury and returns to work."

Gao Yueyang frowned. If he was injured and hospitalized for two or three months in the era, he estimated that it would cost a hundred or so yuan at most.

But who in the city doesn't have a deposit of several hundred yuan!If it is a work-related injury, not only does it cost nothing, but the factory also provides subsidies.

It seems that Meng Xiujuan couldn't get any wool out of Kong Jiao's body, so she turned her mind on herself.

Hehe, could it be that I, Gao Yueyang, have "stupid hat" engraved on my forehead? It's really ridiculous.

Pretending to be talkative, he tentatively asked, "Then how much do you want to borrow?"

Meng Xiujuan's eyes lit up, and there was drama.

Excitedly stretched out five fingers, just about to say 50 yuan, but suddenly thought of something, immediately curled back four fingers: "100 yuan."

Gao Yueyang sneered coldly in his heart, damn it, you really dare to open your mouth like a lion, and you are not afraid of choking.

"Did your dad get hurt in the factory?"

"Well, I accidentally broke my leg, and I haven't..." Meng Xiujuan suddenly closed her mouth when she said this, screaming inwardly.

The corner of Gao Yueyang's mouth twitched: "Meng Zhiqing, your father's leg injury is definitely considered a work-related injury. Hospitalization will not only cost the family money, but the factory will also provide certain compensation..."

"It's not such a high educated youth." Before Gao Yueyang finished speaking, Meng Xiujuan immediately shook her head and explained urgently: "My mother said in the letter..."

"Then show me your family letter! What if your parents lied to you?"

Gao Yueyang said it bluntly, chatting with this kind of person is really meaningless, it would be fine if Meng Xiujuan was interested and stopped entanglement, if not, hehe...

Meng Xiujuan's head buzzed, and she was stunned on the spot, how dare she let her read the family letter!

In the urgent letter, my parents urged me to send back the resettlement fee as soon as possible, so as to help my elder brother make up enough for the three-turn and one-ring sewing machine for the wedding.

If you don't do it, your parents will come to ask for it in person. Not only will you not be able to keep your money, but your reputation will also be affected.

Meng Xiujuan bit her lip. If she hadn't benefited from Kong Jiao the last time she watched a movie, and now her parents are pressing her hard, she wouldn't...

After Gao Yueyang sent Meng Xiujuan away with a few words, she went back to the house and opened the envelope.

The content of the letter is similar, and they all encourage themselves to continue to contribute.

Well, what I heard in the newspapers and radio before, and then I made the right inference about the newspaper office in this parallel era.

The money on the two remittance slips adds up to [-] yuan, which is definitely a good income, plus the broadcaster...

Thinking of this, Gao Yueyang paused in keeping accounts.

By the way, there is a conflict between selling tofu in the morning and the working hours of the broadcasters.

Besides, if I earn the money from selling tofu with the broadcaster's salary every month, I'm sure I'll be in constant trouble.

Gao Yueyang took a deep breath. You must know that everyone in the era was poor, and the cost of food and clothing was similar. If someone suddenly broke this balance...

Forget it, don't want that anymore.

At the beginning, I sold tofu to clear the way for money. Now that there are better and less labor-intensive ways to get money, I don’t need to rely on selling tofu as a cover.

If anyone wants to take over the business...

Bang bang bang...the courtyard door was knocked again.

"Sister, someone is knocking on the door." Wang Baolei, who was studying in the West Room, shouted loudly.

"Understood, I'll go out and see if you don't mind." After Gao Yueyang finished speaking, he flipped the ledger into the space.

Damn it, it's dark and you still come to the door.

This time, Gao Yueyang didn't even allow anyone to enter the courtyard gate.

Ma Junyan smiled: "I'm sorry Gao Zhiqing, I came to disturb you at such a late hour."

"Hehe, it's not dark yet. It's not too late. Is Zhiqing Ma doing anything?"

Ma Junyan hesitated for a while, and said, "Gao Zhiqing, you are selling tofu now! If you become an announcer again, you will definitely be too busy."

"It's better to give me the job of broadcaster, and I'm willing to pay 30 yuan."

Ma Junyan stretched out three fingers with pain and difficulty.

A few days ago, I had already sent more than half of the resettlement fee back home, leaving only 40 yuan as a spare, and giving 30 yuan was already the limit.

30 yuan? (*⊙~⊙) Gao Yueyang looked up speechlessly at the sky that was about to darken.

"I'm sorry, educated youth Ma, I won't let you get the job of broadcaster no matter how much you pay."

"Besides, it's too hard to make tofu every day before dawn, so I don't plan to make tofu anymore."

When Gao Yueyang said this, he deliberately amplified his voice, in order to let the eavesdroppers not far away hear him more clearly.

Hehe, maybe Ma Junyan doesn't know that there is someone behind her!

"What? You don't sell tofu?" Ma Junyan was surprised, and said in a flash: "Then, can I learn how to make tofu from you?"

Since the broadcaster has no hope, selling tofu to earn some pocket money is fine!

Zhou Lingling, who was hiding not far away, felt tense. If Gao Yueyang really nodded and agreed, wouldn't the stone mill and other tools fall into Ma Junyan's hands.

I tried my best to inquire for more than half a month. There are only large stone mills for grinding grain in the eight villages nearby, and they all belong to the collective. I can't find any one suitable for grinding tofu.

In Gao Yueyang's consciousness, seeing Zhou Lingling's nervous expression, a smirk suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

then,

"Ma Zhiqing, to make tofu, you have to get up at two o'clock in the morning. That's when the beans are soaked in advance, and a lot of water and firewood are used during the process."

"Let's not talk about how much money you can earn, but let me ask you, can you afford to go to work during the day and get up in the middle of the night to make tofu?"

"Can you take a blow that could cost you money?"

"If you nod your head now, I will teach you how to make tofu without reservation."

When Gao Yueyang said this, she deliberately lowered her voice, and Zhou Lingling, who was some distance away, couldn't hear clearly at all. She was so anxious that she wanted to rush over to buy the stone mill.

When Ma Junyan heard that she was going to get up in the middle of the night, she backed off immediately. She couldn't get up after five o'clock in the morning!The team leader did not allow me to ask for leave without reason.

What's more, the male educated youth will move out in a few days, and he doesn't have the energy to carry water all the time, and he has to pay for firewood.

As the weather gradually warms up, the tofu will go bad if you can't sell it all, and you will lose money if you waste your efforts.

Seeing Ma Junyan leaving listlessly, Zhou Lingling was overjoyed, the opportunity has come! !
(End of this chapter)