Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

night.

After the relatives left one after another, Ruan Xiuqin took an abacus and checked the account book, and the result of the gift account came out.

Then she sat there glumly and stupidly.

At this time, Zhang Xuang had just finished writing the 3,500-word "Wind" manuscript.

When he saw this, he asked out of curiosity: "Mom, did you lose a lot?"

"Why……"

Ruan Xiuqin sighed in a low voice: "Man Zai, we have suffered a huge loss this time. We have lost a lot."

Zhang Xuan put down his pen and asked again: "How much money did you lose?"

Ruan Xiuqin spread out the detailed bill and said: "We lost 1,195 yuan, 3.7 cents. The production team gave each family a gift of 2 yuan and 2 yuan. Based on our expenses for 18 bowls today, not counting tobacco, alcohol, towels, peanuts and rice cakes, this small amount of money is even one It’s not even enough for a meal. They’ve made a lot of money.”

Zhang Xuan laughed when he heard it and said comfortingly: "It's okay, mom.

Counting your second sister, you will only have two chances to marry a girl in your life. Look at this morning, who wouldn’t praise our old Zhang family for its openness?

Who wouldn’t praise our mother for her generosity?

We have been poor for decades, and our neighbors have always helped us. This time, we treat them as a toothpaste.

And after this mess, the face we lost in the past has been regained today, which is not a loss. "

Ruan Xiuqin nodded slightly, thinking the same thing, but couldn't help but sigh: "Mom understands this. But I never thought I would lose so much. It's a bit too much."

Well, before Comrade Ruan Xiuqin, who is a financial fan, could look away, Zhang Xuan had to comfort him in another way:

"Mom, it's not like you don't know. 1,195 yuan is a lot of money in the eyes of the villagers, but to your precious son, what does it mean?

Not to mention that I could earn 80,000 to 90,000 yuan after writing "The Wind", but I would earn back multiple copies just by writing an article for "Friends" and Youth Digest.

I see, you should relax your mind. This little money will not be a problem for the old Zhang family from now on. "

These words were extremely useful, and Ruan Xiuqin burst out laughing.

It’s not that she’s really reluctant to spend so much money, it’s just that she’s been used to it for decades, and now it’s a bit hard to get over it.

…

The eldest sister's wedding was over, and Ruan Dezhi, who had been dragged to drink and play cards for two days, finally had some free time.

After lunch, Ruan Dezhi, accompanied by his sister, took a good tour of the villa construction site under construction.

Standing at the gate, the two siblings pointed at Shankou Au in the distance and discussed Feng Shui for a while.

Then Ruan Xiuqin said to him: "After the villa is built, I will leave a special room for you. Come back and visit more often when you have time.

Hey, I always felt that life was hard and time was difficult in the past, but looking back, I realize that we are almost over 50 years old before we know it! "

These words describe all the hard work of these years, and it’s very scary!

Ruan Dezhi felt sad after hearing this. He was silent for a long time before answering: "Okay, I will come back when I have time. But sister, you have to be more open-minded. You are now experiencing bitterness first and then sweetness. Pingzi is married and has a family. , he will also be the one who calls the shots in the future.

Needless to say, Zhang Xuan is a filial man and can be relied upon for the rest of his life.

And he is excellent in all aspects, better than we imagined. His new book, I felt it was good after reading it, and I had endless aftertaste.

They have all grown up and have their own ideas, so you don’t need to worry about them anymore. From now on, you just need to eat well, drink well, wear well, and live a comfortable life. "

Ruan Xiuqin felt warm in her heart when she heard these words, which were heartfelt and sincere.

But there is no mother in the world who doesn’t worry. As long as you live, your heart will follow your children.

What's more, there is Zhang Lan, the second sister who is worried, and I don't know where she is now?

I can’t contact Lian. I don’t know if he has food or clothing outside, or if he has been bullied...

Every time he thinks of his second daughter, Ruan Xiuqin's heart feels like it has been cut with a knife. She feels regretful and feels extremely uncomfortable.

…

After returning from the construction site, Ruan Dezhi, who was sweating profusely, first drank half a scoop of well water, then washed his face with well water, wiped his body to remove the heat, and then went into the shed to cool down.

At this moment, Zhang Xuan is writing the last volume of "The Wind" at his desk.

After two months of working all night, the book is coming to an end.

It brings tears to my eyes.

Nowadays, the manuscripts of "Feng Sheng" alone are packed into three drawers. If this book had more words, the old Zhang family would have nothing to store it.

After finishing writing more than 5,100 words, Zhang Xuan also stopped writing at the right time. He climbed the grid and wrote for several hours. Not only did his wrists feel a little raw, but his neck also felt a little stiff and uncomfortable.

He twisted his neck from side to side, it seemed like he needed to rest.

He screwed the pen cap on, opened his mouth to blow on the wet handwriting, and gave the manuscript to his uncle who was waiting anxiously.

As soon as Ruan Dezhi took the manuscript, he couldn't wait to read it. After a long while, he raised his head and asked:

"Is the old ghost Gu Xiaomeng? Or Li Ningyu?"

The guess is quite accurate!

Targeted so quickly?

Zhang Xuan grinned and had no intention of answering this poorly asked question.

He stood up and stretched, shook his body and asked: "Uncle, what are you planning to do before leaving? Let's have a drink before leaving."

Unable to get an answer as usual, Ruan Dezhi reluctantly put down the manuscript, exhaled and said:

"Put the drink aside for now, I have something serious to talk to you about."

Hearing the official business, Zhang Xuan's spirits were shaken, his laziness stopped a bit, and he leaned forward and asked, "Do you have any more clothes?"

"have."

Ruan Dezhi nodded and explained: "It's the middle of the year. As usual, the customs will conduct a unified inspection of the backlog of inventory. This time there will be confiscated clothing items waiting to be processed. You can make preparations early."

Zhang Xuan's eyes lit up, "A lot?"

Ruan Dezhi replied: "There should be quite a few."

"Sure, I'll eat whatever you have in your hand." Zhang Xuan said excitedly.

Ruan Dezhi just smiled and said to him: "Don't you have school starting soon? You can come with me early this time to familiarize yourself with the environment there.

And you also have to write, so it’s always inconvenient to live in a dormitory. You have to have a quiet place outside for you to create, and you have to go there early to organize it. "

Wen Xianzhi Yayi, the old man immediately understood what the uncle said. It seems that there should be a lot of confiscated materials this time, and the customs may have already started checking.

Time is running out!

"Okay, I listen to you, uncle, so I'll go make preparations now." Zhang Xuuan responded and left the shed happily.

First, go to the canteen across the street and call Mrs. Hui.

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