Time Space: The Rough Man’s Sick Beauty Turned Wild

Chapter 52 How much money is packed?

"Who are you listening to?" Su Changhe rolled his eyes at Wang Chunmei, who was jumping up and down on crutches.

As for Bingyangzi, a junior high school graduate, it would be great if he could read articles fluently, but he still writes articles?

Listen to those people's nonsense!

If she can be a writer and make money by writing articles, then Su Changhe can be the director of a machinery factory!

"What nonsense?! It has spread in the village, saying that the postman gave the sick man a bulging envelope, and he may not know how much money was inside." Wang Chunmei limped and found a bench to sit down, raising her hand Wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Wang Chunmei felt a little regretful. If she had known that sick Yangzi was so capable, she would not have encouraged Su Changhe to break off the engagement with the Shen family.

Xu Jiaojiao works at a consignment store for thirty days a month for only fifteen yuan.

There has been no movement on the promised regularization spot, because her uncle said they are not a family yet.

She saw that the two men, Cao Erxiang and Xu Youcai, who had been stabbed a thousand times, were deliberately hanging on their family.

If they get engaged, then Cao Erxiang and Xu Youcai will dare to push back and talk about whether they have something or not, and see how she deals with Xu Jiaojiao in the future.

"Those people in the village are following the wind, but you silly woman takes it seriously." Su Changhe lowered his head to pack the long cabinet, not even bothering to raise his head.

"Go further away, don't get in the way." Su Changhe was extremely irritable.

She could break her leg by hanging herself, so why didn't she just fall to death?

Ever since this stupid woman broke her leg, he was the only one working at home and outside.

Not only did he earn less for his work, but it also caused more trouble for him.

Everyone else's food was taken home, and he was still here tiring away the long cabinet where the food was stored.

It doesn't matter if this stupid woman can't help, she still has to act stupidly to make him angry.

He really owed it to this silly woman in his previous life.

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One hundred and eighteen dollars!

As expected of a magazine in the capital, this is a generous move.

Throwing the reply into the drawer, Shen Zhihuan flicked the remittance slip, and the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising.

With this Shangfang sword, she can eat and wear whatever she wants from now on? !

"Why are you so silly looking at a piece of paper?" Li Qiuhua sent Li Jiabao away. When he turned around, he saw his daughter smiling silly at a piece of paper as big as a palm, and couldn't help laughing.

"This is not paper, it is meat, it is chicken cake, it is malted milk, it is my little brother's peach cake, White Rabbit toffee, canned fruit, it is all delicious." Shen Zhihuan hugged little Weidong excitedly and took a sip .

Li Qiuhua looked stunned.

"Mom, this is the remittance slip." Shen Zhihuan let go of Xiao Weidong and handed the remittance slip to Li Qiuhua with a smile.

"Is that the remittance slip that you can use to get money from the post office?" Li Qiuhua looked at Shen Zhihuan doubtfully, with a bit of uncertainty in his tone.

Although Li Qiuhua is illiterate, he has heard of remittance orders.

In the past, around the 10th of every month, village party secretary Su Changjiang’s family would receive a remittance slip from the army.

Who in the village does not envy Zhang Fengxia? The man is the village party secretary, and the two sons are so upbeat. The eldest son and daughter-in-law are filial piety by their side, and the second son sends money home on time and on time every month.

The first person to build a large tile-roofed house in the village was Zhang Fengxia's family.

The first person in the village to buy a 28 big stick was also Zhang Fengxia's family.

The first person in the village to buy a sewing machine was Zhang Fengxia’s family.

"Yes! It's a remittance slip that can be collected at the post office. Mom, let's go to the town for the market tomorrow! By the way, I'll collect the money and deliver it to the Su family." Shen Zhihuan pursed her lips and smiled.

After paying back the money owed to Wang Chunmei and Su Changhe's family, her family can legitimately become well-off.

When spring comes next year, we will arrange a large tile-roofed house.

Plant some flowers and plants in the front yard, raise some chickens and ducks in the backyard, write a few articles in my spare time, and go for a walk in the mountains when I'm bored.

Thinking about the life of Xianyun Yehe is so satisfying.

As for the college entrance examination, leave it to those aspiring young people with ideals and ambitions!

"How much money can I get from this remittance order?" Li Qiuhua lowered his head and looked at the remittance order in Shen Zhihuan's hand.

"One hundred and eighteen dollars!"

As long as they don't tell, who knows how much money she received.

It is up to the villagers to guess whether they should eat or drink. "So many?!" Li Qiuhua was shocked.

These days, the wages of ordinary regular workers in many factories are only twenty or thirty yuan a month.

One hundred and eighteen yuan can cover the salary of an ordinary formal worker for several months.

"There will be more and more in the future." Shen Zhihuan smiled and put his arms around Li Qiuhua's shoulders.

Their lives will also get better and better.

Next year, many places will begin to implement household distribution of farmland.

I just don’t know when the spring breeze will blow to their mountainous area.

Early the next morning, Shen Zhihuan's family got on Wang Baotian's ox cart and went to town.

After getting off the ox cart at the entrance of the town, the family went straight to the post office.

Because it was still early, not many people came to the post office to send letters or do errands.

Shen Zhihuan first bought two stamps and mailed two articles that he had been writing out of boredom these days, and then took out the remittance slip from his pocket.

As soon as he handed it over, the staff behind the counter looked at Shen Zhihuan with bright eyes, unable to conceal his excitement.

"Are you the comrade writer who submitted articles to Jingcheng Yueren Magazine?"

"If you don't want to be a writer, just call me Shen Zhihuan." Shen Zhihuan forced a smile with a vein on his forehead.

you…

Is it appropriate to use it on a seventeen-year-old girl with yellow hair?

"Comrade Shen Zhihuan, your article is so well written. We..." Perhaps because she realized that her voice was too loud, she lowered her voice, "We all liked it."

"Thank you!" Shen Zhihuan smiled lightly.

"Comrade Shen Zhihuan, can you sign your name for me?" The staff member took out the Yue Ren magazine from the drawer and looked at Shen Zhihuan eagerly.

sign…

Shen Zhihuan resisted the urge to hold his forehead and took the Yueren magazine and wrote the words "Shen Zhihuan".

The staff member took the Yue Ren magazine, lowered his head and blew it on to make sure the ink was dry before putting it back in the drawer.

Shen Zhihuan was dumbfounded by the cautious look of the staff.

If her Chinese teacher in her previous life saw this, wouldn't she be proud of it too?

After taking the big unity package that the staff counted twice, Shen Zhihuan handed it to Li Qiuhua casually.

"Keep this money for yourself." Li Qiuhua did not extend his hand.

When the people waiting on the side heard this, they secretly glanced at Li Qiuhua and Shen Zhihuan.

One hundred and eighteen yuan, not 18 cents.

These days, marrying a wife doesn’t cost more than a hundred yuan!

When people in the village get married, most of them pay fifty yuan for a bag of grain, and the grain is coarse grain, which adds up to eighty or ninety yuan.

How big of a heart do you have to give such a huge sum of money to a little girl for safekeeping?

"Mom, I still have money in my hand. If I lose it later, I'll ask you for it again." Shen Zhihuan forcefully pushed the money into Li Qiuhua's hand.

The last time she sold ginseng, she gave one thousand to Comrade Li Qiuhua, and kept the rest for herself.

She didn't count how much was left from the last purchase.

As long as it’s not used up anyway!

(End of chapter)