Zhang Yongsheng explained: "My sister-in-law didn't lie to you, I found a job for her in the county. The boss is my neighbor, he is easy to talk to, and the money is more than what others give. She can take time to come back to take care of the family in the county, and she can Make money. If Brother Xuewen is free, you can go to the county to visit him and just stay at my house."
Aunt Zhang said doubtfully: "Are you telling the truth? How much can you earn in a month?"
Wu Qiuyue said proudly: "Sister Liang is very generous. She gives me a guaranteed 800 yuan every month, and I get commissions on the clothes I sell. I can't get such a high salary in Jiangyuan. It's a rare opportunity."
"Eight hundred yuan!" Aunt Zhang was immediately moved. This is twice Zhang Xuewen's salary. Zhang Xuewen is an excellent teacher. With various subsidies, he can barely earn 400 yuan a month, which is among the top in his school. Working part-time in town only costs about 100 yuan a month, which is too little.
Zhang Yongsheng observed his words and added fuel to the fire: "Second aunt, this is a great thing. It's not easy to find such a job in the county. It happens that my parents are not at home, and my sister-in-law even saves on rent. If you don't agree, I will Letting people recruit new people can’t delay business.”
Aunt Zhang thought for a while, gritted her teeth and said: "If it's just in the county, it's not far, I agree. But you have to take good care of your sister-in-law, and you can't let her suffer. She has a good temper and is easy to be fooled. Take advantage.”
Zhang Yongsheng smiled and said, "Don't worry about this. I'm very familiar with their boss, so everything is easy to talk to. And I can send you money at any time in the county. Whatever you want, just ask my sister-in-law to bring it back to you."
Second Aunt Zhang smiled and said: "You still worry about Qiuyue's work, which makes me feel embarrassed."
"Second Aunt, you are too polite. Our ancestors are all a family, and we have not even left the fifth server. Isn't it right to help each other?" Zhang Yongsheng waved his hand and said: "By the way, these are some things I brought for you. I'm here Jiang Yuan bought them. They are all kitchen gadgets. They are not valuable. You can decide whether they are useful or not."
Zhang Yongsheng handed over the box he had brought, which contained a set of high-end ceramic tableware. These tableware are very exquisite. They are painted with brightly colored patterns and have gold rims. They are very valuable at first glance. It would be so honorable to use such tableware to treat guests during the Chinese New Year.
Aunt Zhang's eyes lit up when she saw it, and her face lit up with joy: "Oh, you spend so much money on such a good thing, don't you have to spend a lot of money? Why am I so embarrassed?"
Zhang Yongsheng smiled and said: "I bought this specially for you, why are you embarrassed? You can't be too frugal at ordinary times, you have to use the money you need. Both of them can make money, you can eat it , dress and use things decently, it also gives them face."
Second Aunt Zhang smiled and said: "I'm an old woman, why do I need to be so decent? I don't ask for anything else now. As long as the young couple can give me a grandson, I will be satisfied."
Then Zhang Yongsheng told Zeng Guoquan's judgment on Zhang Xuewen's health, and advised Aunt Zhang to be patient, and there will be results after some time. Aunt Zhang felt relieved and stopped pestering Wu Qiuyue about having children. After chatting for a few words, Zhang Yongsheng left his mother-in-law and daughter-in-law to continue working while he went to the study to find Zhang Xuewen.
Just as Wu Qiuyue thinks, Zhang Xuewen is a nerd. During the summer vacation, he spent all day in the study, and basically didn't leave the house except for eating and other matters. He loves literature and wants to be a famous writer. He has also written and submitted some works, but he has never achieved much.
He is a Chinese teacher at Zizhu Town Primary School. On weekdays, he only attends class and reads books. He is in a state of being indifferent to what is happening outside the window, and his life is very monotonous. Only when talking about literature with him, he would talk at length and gain the admiration of local literature lovers.
Zhang Yongsheng walked outside Zhang Xuewen's study and shouted loudly: "Brother, are you busy? Can I come in?"
The door was pushed open, and a young man wearing a white T-shirt and large black-rimmed glasses stuck out his head. He looked at Zhang Yongsheng and smiled: "Why did you just come here? I've been waiting for you for a long time. Take a look at it quickly. This is my new work. Please give me some opinions."
Zhang Xuewen looks very thin, not tall, and his head seems a bit too big, which looks unnatural. Because he has been addicted to books all year round, he wears highly myopic glasses on his face. He still values Zhang Yongsheng very much, because Zhang Yongsheng is a high school student and can talk to him.
After following Zhang Xuewen into the house, the study was so messy that there was no place to stand. The room was not big, and the four walls were covered with bookshelves, which contained various books bought by Zhang Xuewen. The desk is also piled with books, either teaching materials or various classics.
Zhang Xuewen loves literature so much that he spends half of his salary buying books. If Aunt Zhang hadn't been able to manage the household, it would have been very difficult for the family to survive. When Wu Qiuyue was working outside, she also sent some money home every month, which allowed her family to maintain a subsistence living standard.
Zhang Yongsheng moved a stool to sit at the desk, took Zhang Xuewen's lesson preparation book and flipped through it: "Are you still preparing exercises? Isn't this a holiday? Who are you preparing for?"
Zhang Xuewen said with a smile: "It is prepared for the sixth grade. It will be used to get a feel for it when the school starts. Now the primary schools in rural areas and villages are being abolished, and many students will be merged into our school. The level of the students is uneven, so let's get a feel for it first to avoid unnecessary mistakes. There is no direction when teaching.”
Zhang Yongsheng nodded and said: "I heard that you have become the leader of the Chinese teaching and research team and you have a bright future."
"What's so promising? It's just a township primary school." Zhang Xuewen shook his head and said: "The old director has retired, so I will temporarily take over for a few days. In the future, teachers from other schools will merge and the school will rearrange the arrangements."
Zhang Yongsheng advised: "Don't belittle yourself. Your literary skills are well-known in the town. Although the head of the teaching and research team is not a big official, at least he has some subsidies and can improve his life."
Zhang Xuewen smiled disdainfully and said: "How much money can I get? If I have this intention, I might as well write more tofu cubes. No more, no less, and I still get some royalties every month. Isn't that more free than being a bad team leader?"
Zhang Yongsheng asked curiously: "You have been writing for so many years, have you ever thought about publishing a book?"
Zhang Xuewen shook his head and sighed: "I also want to write a book, but my level is not good enough. I would be satisfied if I could only have a piece of tofu, and publishing a book is a luxury. Not only do you have to be recognized by others, but you also have to pay for it, which is not easy. I’ve been learning to write some long stories recently, how about you help me take a look?”
As he spoke, Zhang Xuewen took out a manuscript from the drawer and handed it to Zhang Yongsheng's hand. Zhang Xuewen used to submit articles to magazines, which were all short and medium-length novels. Writing a long novel takes too much energy and takes a long time, so I have never had the chance to try it.
Recently, his health has improved a lot, and on a whim, he tried to write some full-length novels. He mainly writes novels about literary youth, about various romances between men and women, which Zhang Yongsheng doesn't like very much. But Zhang Yongsheng would not refute his reputation, so he opened the manuscript and started reading.
