"Oh, I need to sign a certificate," He Aimin glanced at Lin Nianhe, then turned to Yang Daniu and said, "Daniu, I left my pen at home. Please run over and get it for me."
"Hey! OK!"
Yang Daniu's eyes were still red, he was cheerful, his energy and spirit were different from before, and he was not at all depressed about being about to empty out his family's wealth.
He faced the rising sun and ran away with long strides.
He Aimin clasped his hands behind his back and looked at Yang Daniu for a while, then turned to ask Lin Nianhe: "Girl, tell the truth, how much is this hearing aid worth?"
Lin Nianhe turned to look at him with innocent eyes: "Twenty yuan."
He Aimin rolled his eyes: "You are ignorant, do you think I am stupid? These are ears, how can they be worth a month's salary of a city worker?"
Lin Nianhe asked tentatively: "Then, twenty-five?"
He Aimin: "..."
No wonder every time he went back to the commune for a meeting, whenever Li Dahe mentioned Lin Zhiqing, he would rub the floor desperately, as if his feet were itchy.
The last time I met Feng Yuanshan at a meeting, he dragged Li Dahe and Lin Nianhe to praise him for half an hour. When Feng Yuanshan took away his magical power, the hole dug by Li Dahe almost buried his knees.
At that time, He Aimin thought there was something wrong with Li Dahe, but now it seemed that he just had a disease that made him want to kick people when he mentioned Lin Nianhe.
Don't ask him how he knew.
He Aimin endured it again and again, but finally couldn't hold it in any longer. He raised his index finger and tapped Lin Nianhe's forehead: "Tell the truth!"
Lin Nianhe wailed, covered his head and blurted out: "Two hundred!"
He Aimin's hand froze in mid-air.
His eyes slowly widened in disbelief, and his breathing became cautious.
He was stiff for a while, and then said tremblingly: "This is so expensive... How can I afford this..."
He Aimin thought that the hearing aid would not only be worth twenty yuan, but he did not expect it to be so expensive.
Lin Nianhe looked at him, sighed silently and said: "So Uncle He, don't tell Brother Yang how much money it is. If a child can't hear the sound, it will be difficult for him to learn to speak. This is a lifelong matter... It's not easy now." If you have an opportunity to make amends, you can’t miss it.”
"People are always more important than money."
Lin Nianhe was particularly happy at this moment.
Fortunately, after she came here, she didn't choose to lie down because there was no shortage of food and drink, or just eat her old age with peace of mind.
She earned the money herself, and she has the confidence to spend it as she pleases. She can reach out to those who are struggling, and just as others have reached out to her, she can also pull others out of their abyss.
He Aimin frowned and looked at Lin Nianhe, unable to believe his ears: "Girl Lin, what do you mean? Do you want to give the rest to his family? You...you are not familiar with them, right?"
"It's because I'm not familiar with it," Lin Nianhe nodded, with a relaxed tone, "But it doesn't necessarily mean that he's very familiar with it. Just do good deeds and accumulate merit."
Helping a stranger when you are able may not necessarily bring any benefits, but it will allow her to sleep well at night and make her smile knowingly when she thinks about it many years later. I won't be ashamed of turning a blind eye to death.
Lin Nianhe didn't know how other people weighed the pros and cons, and she didn't want to care. She only knew that if she didn't care, she would not be able to sleep well.
So what if she is the Holy Mother? She just wants to have a clear conscience.
He Aimin looked at Lin Nianhe with complicated eyes, as if asking: Why are you so rich?
Lin Nianhe put his hands behind his back and stood on tiptoe. She smiled easily and explained: "When I came here, my parents gave me a lot of money, and they also told me to lend a helping hand when I meet someone who needs help."
He Aimin frowned and asked, "Girl, how many people can you control? This won't work."
"I can't control too many people, but since I can see it, I can't pretend not to see it; since I can control it, I can't pretend nothing happened." Lin Nianhe said, "So Uncle He, don't tell them that hearing aids are actually worth two It’s a matter of a hundred dollars, lest they feel unhappy..."
"Boom!"
The sound of the enamel bowl falling to the ground interrupted Lin Nianhe's words.
Lin Nianhe turned around and saw Mrs. Yang standing blankly behind the wall, her eyes vacant. At her feet was an enamel bowl with paint peeled off, and two boiled eggs rolled down not far away.
The skin of the hard-boiled eggs was cracked, and the white whites were stained with dust.
Lin Nianhe's breathing stagnated slightly and his brows furrowed.
He Aimin chewed his teeth and looked sideways at Lin Nianhe.
He thought about sending Yang Daniu away, but he didn't expect Sister Yang to come back so quickly.
I guess I was running back and forth because I was afraid of changes.
When Sister-in-law Yang saw Lin Nianhe looking at her, the corners of her mouth twitched twice, revealing a smile that was uglier than crying.
She hurriedly avoided Lin Nianhe's sight and bent down to pick up the eggs.
While picking them up, she muttered: "Oh, good eggs... how come they are all buried... how can they be so expensive... what, what should I do..."
Her hands were shaking so much that the eggs fell to the ground several times because of her trembling.
After finally picking it up, she held the egg in her hands and tried to dust it off. But the egg white is still gray.
She didn't cry, her eyes were empty and lifeless.
Lin Nianhe was very familiar with this look, it was called despair.
Lin Nianhe sighed silently. She walked up to Sister Yang, looked into her eyes and said, "Sister Yang, I didn't tell you the truth. In fact, I didn't intend to ask you for the money."
"That won't work, that won't work... My son, how can I spend your money on my family's affairs... And it's not 50 cents..." Sister-in-law Yang's eyes were very red, but there were no tears in her eyes. It was obvious that , two hundred yuan has scared her so much that she won’t cry anymore. She just shook her head, shaking her head tremblingly, "No... this, this... my family can't afford it even if they sell it... I don't dare to borrow, I don't dare to borrow..."
She raised her head, looked at the gray sky, and wanted to ask God, why couldn't God give them a good road?
Two lines of turbid tears slowly flowed down the corners of her eyes and fell into the gray temples.
Lin Nianhe raised his hand, held her rough hand, and said softly: "Sister-in-law Yang, my dad participated in the Communist War. He told me that at that time, the fried noodles they ate and the cotton-padded jackets they wore were all the frugal expenses of comrades across the country. It was saved from the gap between the teeth, lit a lamp and boiled oil, and was sewn out stitch by stitch."
Sister-in-law Yang turned back and looked at Lin Nianhe blankly.
She didn't know what Lin Nianhe meant when he said this, but she remembered that when she was a child, her grandmother also said that the whole village donated all the food they could, and her own cotton-padded jackets were put aside. When making cotton-padded jackets for military comrades, they were worried that the cotton-padded jackets would not be strong enough, so they made the cotton-padded jackets again and again, and they were more meticulous than making them for their own children.
"My dad said that without your support, he would definitely not be able to come back alive."
"So, you are both benefactors and comrades. Back then you were able to help my father regardless of yourself. Now that you are in trouble, shouldn't we help?"
I guess someone will say something about Our Lady of Hehe during this plot. Baozi, who has this idea, please put yourself in his shoes and think about it. What does two hundred yuan mean to Hehe? She now has a stable sales channel from Sister Shumei, she also gets a share of the clothes sold by Sister Lan, and she has an online connection with Zheng Lirong. That is the supply of an entire black market... People who make 18,000 yuan a month just lying around, how can she care about this? Two hundred yuan is unreasonable, right? And there has been foreshadowing in the previous chapters, He He has been doing charity before the end of the world.
Let me emphasize again, this book is not a short story about parents, and He He is not a selfish and ruthless heroine. Readers who want to read about killing the whole family at the slightest disagreement should delete the book as soon as possible and take a detour. I will waste your time. The introduction is actually quite clear. Hehe is not only building schools and doing charity now, but she will do bigger and more things in the future (so this is why she has to focus on making money even if she is not short of food! Starting a business requires start-up capital. , Charity also requires money, and she is not the kind of person who is generous to others).
(Actually, both Cai Lanniang and Yang Daniu will repay the money in the future. I won’t spoil the specific details of how they repay it.)
ps: I really haven’t found the specific price of hearing aids in the 1970s, and the elders in my family don’t know the price, so I made up the price of 200 yuan. If anyone knows, you can tell me ~
(End of chapter)
