good old days

Chapter 542

Guo Yimin was anxious to get all the goods Jiang Xinyu wanted before it started to snow. Within two days, every household in the village handed over all the hazelnuts and pine nuts they had brought back from the mountains in order to exchange for more money, and the quick-thinking ones went into the short mountains again. Lost it.

These are all things that everyone has been hoarding for winter snacks. If they can be converted into money, no one will feel sorry for them. They also think that the price of 42 cents is not cheap.

The total amount of goods collected by this village and the surrounding villages was only about 800 kilograms. Guo Yimin took his family to the surrounding villages to collect goods. In a week, a total of 2,800 kilograms of goods were collected, of which only about 600 kilograms of pine nuts were collected. .

Guo Yimin did the math. He had only received less than one thousand three thousand yuan for the goods he had ordered for three thousand yuan, not even half, which was far from enough.

Guo Yimin collected about a thousand yuan worth of goods. Ding Changhai received a lot because he broke his leg from running and was so tired that he fell asleep every day. However, if he gave half of the goods to Jiang Xinyu, each person would be worth just over four thousand yuan. goods.

Jiang Xinyu received the news from both sides. She mailed 1,500 yuan to Guo Yimin, and 5,000 yuan to Ding Changhai. Is there more to refund or less to pay? Ding Changhai’s account is very clear, Guo Yimin The freight and other goods have arrived, and she can know the exact price, so there won't be any problems.

After paying so much for the goods, Jiang Xinyu naturally had to explain it to her mother-in-law. Wang Sumei covered her heart and said, "With so much goods, where will I put them when they are delivered?"

Jiang Xinyu poured her a cup of hot tea, "There is nothing left in the courtyard. There are still two empty rooms, which should be able to fit in."

She didn't just say it out of thin air. Every hazelnut is quite heavy. Unlike peanuts, which are weirdly big, they don't actually weigh much. It is not a problem to hold dozens of kilograms in a sack.

Several tons of goods can be put down casually in the yard. It doesn't matter if it snows in winter. Just cover them with plastic sheets and there won't be any problems.

"I met someone at the market today who was selling a TV cabinet made by himself. I saw that there was only a table and two chairs in your study room, so I thought about having someone come to your house to measure the dimensions, build a bookshelf, and give it to Xiao Song. That room is equipped with a small cabinet, and his room is bare and not decent."

"Mom, you just have to decide."

Jiang Xinyu likes brightly decorated houses, but she doesn't really like the furnishings at home now. In other words, it is livable, which is much better than in the countryside. Compared with various smart homes in the future, it is still far behind. When the home furnishing and decoration market picks up in the future, this yard will definitely need to be renovated.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law discussed matters in the shop and at home. After that, Wang Sumei went back to the house and took out a pair of foam-soled cotton shoes.

"I made these for you. It's getting cold soon and you can wear them soon. There are also Xiao Song's ones. I have to make two pairs for him before winter comes."

Jiang Xinyu squeezed the shoes and asked curiously: "Where does the cotton here come from?"

Wang Sumei: "The old mattress was ruined, but it can be made into shoes after drying it."

Very good, her mother-in-law is so smart and knows how to save money.

Wang Sumei muttered: "You can buy many things on the street, but you still need cloth stamps, meat stamps, and oil stamps at the supply and marketing cooperative."

Jiang Xinyu answered, "That's why things that don't require tickets sell out quickly."

Ordinary people just want to be convenient when they are in need.

The two were talking, and Song Yahui poked his head at the door. Wang Sumei knew what he was doing and said, "Come in and watch TV. Keep the sound down. Xinyu wants to read a book."

Jiang Xinyu saw that his trouser legs were pulled up a little and his ankles were exposed. She turned to her mother-in-law and said, "Mom, give Yahui a pair of Chen Yi's old trousers."

She didn't believe that Chen Yi would still be able to appreciate his old clothes when he came back. In two years' time, there would be shops selling clothes on the street, and there would probably be no need for cloth tickets. She really had nothing to be reluctant to part with.

Wang Sumei had long discovered that Song Yahui's trouser legs were a bit shorter, "I changed a pair for him and cut it shorter. I saw that his head is not very high, at most a little taller than you, and his legs are not as long as Chen Yi's. The cut Each one of them is still dragging on the ground."

Song Yahui was still embarrassed at first. His monthly salary was quite high, including food and accommodation. He didn't have much to spend money on. He was really shameless when he asked his boss to get him clothes. Then I heard Aunt Wang say that he was not tall or had long legs.

Hearing what her mother-in-law said, Jiang Xinyu looked Song Yahui up and down and found that the boy's legs were indeed not long and he was about 55% tall. Chen Yi's pants had to be cut for him to wear.

Song Yahui was hurt by her eyes again and said unconvinced: "I have grown a lot taller this year, and I will definitely grow taller in the future." Jiang Xinyu did not hit him.

His parents are not that tall. Although there is a possibility that he will grow taller, it is definitely not much. It is better not to say it to attack him.

The goods from the Northeast did not arrive first, so Jiang Xinyu waited for the finished reading materials sent to her by the Shanghai Publishing House.

In the letter, Editor Zhao said that it would be more than a month before the book would appear in bookstores, and she wanted to let her have a look at the sample first.

Jiang Xinyu couldn't be more excited when she saw the finished product.

Compared with her hand-painted finished products, the pictures printed with ink are more balanced and beautiful, and every piece of paper is opened with a scent of ink.

She has bought several comic books. Except for the colorful covers, the inner pages are all black and white, so the paper on the inner pages is also very thin.

Her book is different. The cover is very hard, and the paper on the inside pages is the same as the cover of comic books on the market. The coloring inside is more even, and the light and dark colors are more layered.

I looked at the price and saw it was 2.8 yuan.

This price is quite expensive.

A comic book on the market only costs a few cents.

But for the quality of her book and the comfort of the pictures, she felt it was worth two and eight dollars.

The joy of accomplishing something was about to overflow from her chest. Unfortunately, Chen Yi was not here, so she could only share it with her mother-in-law when she came back from school in the afternoon.

Who would have thought that Song Yahui was the only one cooking sweet potato porridge in the kitchen, while her mother-in-law and children were not at home.

"Yan Yan had a fever when he woke up in the morning, and my aunt took him to the hospital."

Jiang Xinyu's heart tightened, "You have a fever? Which hospital?"

Her son was just a baby last year. He never caught a cold, had a fever or got sick in the winter before he could walk. He was in great health and she didn't have to worry about it.

She thought about going back and asking for leave from Chen Qiuhua, but unexpectedly, her mother-in-law entered the courtyard with her child in her arms.

He cried loudly during the spanking. Wang Sumei finally coaxed him with candy. Now he saw his mother and started crying again.

Jiang Xinyu pressed his forehead, it was still a little hot and her heart was tightening.

Wang Sumei said: "It's cold at night, so he sleeps under the quilt at night. I cover him several times a night, but there are always times when he is fast asleep and I don't take care of it."

Wang Sumei explained that she was also afraid that her daughter-in-law would complain about her failure to take good care of her children.

Jiang Xinyu said: "It's getting cold, Mom, please be careful, otherwise you should also hang a thick curtain at the door of the back room and a window..."

Of course she wouldn't blame her mother-in-law. To put it bluntly, after the child was born, her mother-in-law spent more time taking care of the child than she did. As a grandmother, she cared more about the child than as a mother.

Which child doesn't get a little sick while growing up? This isn't all normal.

(End of this chapter)