Good people go to the end.
Send Buddha to your home.
For Jia Dongxu’s lifelong event.
Silly Zhu also spent a lot of time thinking.
"If it doesn't work out, I'll give you something as a dowry in the name of the street."
"Can it be done?"
Silly Zhu used the same eloquence that later generations used to defraud people of money on Director Wang.
"Remove the word "?" at the end, it will work. First, you didn't tell Jia Zhang, second, you didn't know Jia Dongxu's thoughts, third, you didn't let Jia Dongxu see people, and fourth, you didn't let the steward do Jia Zhang's ideological work. You You are here thinking about this and that, and you are not sure about it yourself. How do you expect others to be sure about it? The old man said that everything is difficult at the beginning. When encountering something, you have to take the first step bravely. But you cannot be the judge yourself. If you can’t do it, what if you can do it?”
"How old is Xu Damao in your compound?"
Silly Zhu thought for a moment.
It seems that Xu Damao was born half a year earlier than him.
Shazhu was born on March 10, 1935, and Xu Damao was born around October 1934. They are seventeen years old this year.
A little curious.
Why did Director Wang suddenly ask such a question.
Is it possible?
Silly Zhu's heart skipped a beat. He remembered that during dinner last night, Xu Damao seemed to have said something about marrying a wife.
Couldn't this bastard run to the street by himself and tell Director Wang that he wanted to marry those prostitutes?
How will he explain it to his parents then?
When I got home, I said straight to the point, I married you a good woman who worked in Bada Hutong.
It is estimated that Xu Damao will be beaten by his father and his mother.
There are only two people in the entire courtyard who are suitable for wives, Jia Zhang's son Jia Dongxu, and Liu Haizhong's son Liu Guangqi. Either Jia Dongxu or Liu Guangqi.
"Director Wang, I still say the same thing. Jia Dongxu is the key to opening up the situation for you. If it doesn't work, Liu Haizhong's eldest son Liu Guangqi will be there."
"I'll think about it, get out of here." Director Wang, who laughed and scolded, lowered his voice and told Silly Zhu, "You have to take care of your father's matter."
"I know what to do. I'll solve it in just two days."
Silly Zhu turned out of the street and walked towards the courtyard.
He also had the errand of helping Yi Zhonghai cook meat and vegetables for the deaf old lady at noon.
As a cook.
He still knows the principle of hand oil.
Lunch for the two of them was finally settled.
As soon as I walked to the door of my house, I saw an aunt with a look of embarrassment walking in from outside carrying a piece of fat pork weighing two ounces. She was covered in dust and had this scratch on her face.
"Auntie, you are not in danger, are you?"
Yan Fugui heard the sound and came out of Shazhu's house.
Lao Jie took this job of making up classes very seriously. When noon was approaching, he went to Shazhu's house to take exams because of the rain, thinking of having a meal at noon.
The fact that Yi Zhonghai bought meat and asked Silly Zhu to cook meat dishes for the deaf old lady was deliberately spread by Yi Zhonghai to everyone in the courtyard.
Yan Fugui doesn't eat meat, and he eats Yi Zhonghai's meat.
If you don't become a householder, you don't know how expensive firewood and rice are.
There are some things that Shazhu doesn't know at all.
Just like the miserable situation of the aunt at this time, Shazhu's first thought was that she had encountered a robbery, but Yan Fugui, who was familiar with the inside story, didn't think so, and curled his lips towards Shazhu to explain.
It can be summed up in four words.
inflation.
Nowadays, a pound of rice sells for 1,000 yuan. If Shazhu works as an apprentice in the canteen of the steel rolling mill, his monthly salary will be 175,000 yuan. If he replaces it with rice, it will be 175 kilograms of rice, which is enough for Shazhu and Rain and rain eat and drink for the two of them.
But due to various internal and external factors, the money you get looks like waste paper. It is obvious that rice costs 1,000 yuan per catty, but you need to pay ten times the price to buy it.
There are also reasons of my own.
The foundation is thin.
Only grain can be exported in exchange for foreign exchange.
Prices are skyrocketing.
To break the situation.
On October 19, 1953, relevant departments proposed a planned supply of materials and adopted the method of receiving quantitative vouchers. Various bills began to become popular across the country, and commodities were supplied based on vouchers.
The second version of the currency was issued in 1955 and was exchanged at a ratio of one to ten thousand.
Silly Zhu suddenly had an idea.
He Daqing left Xiao two million when he left, and Yi Zhonghai gave the one million that He Daqing left to Sha Zhu to Sha Zhu. Sha Zhu's net worth now starts at three million.
It is still possible to buy a bicycle.
It’s better to buy a bike sooner rather than later.
When I got there, in addition to the bicycle ticket, I also got this industrial voucher.
Instead of sitting on the wax when the time comes, I simply buy it in advance.
The money looks like waste paper.
it took.
When you really can't survive, you can exchange bicycles for money.
Silly Zhu looked at the sky and suppressed the idea of buying a car.
Fill your stomach first.
He stretched out his hand to take the two taels of pork that the aunt had worked so hard to cut, then gave the aunt a big bag and carried the pork into the house.
He found a kitchen knife and cut off a piece of pork. It looked like it weighed about seven or eight coins. He wrapped the meat in straw paper and handed it to Yan Fugui.
Yan Fugui laughed, put the meat in his pocket, and walked out of the house with satisfied steps.
"Third uncle, it's almost dinner time. Let's eat before we leave!"
"Third uncle, it's better to go home and deal with it."
Seeing that he and Silly Zhu were the only two people left in the room, He Yuyu, who was holding a pencil and looking at the textbook as if he were an enemy, murmured something in his mouth.
She seemed to have a premonition of her miserable childhood.
Just now Yan Fugui assigned her a composition.
"He Yuyu, either you study hard and take you to Liubiju to eat dumplings in the evening, or you don't study hard and eat steamed buns at home alone at night. You choose it yourself."
"I study hard and make progress every day."
"You don't hate me anymore?"
He Yuyu looked at Silly Zhu eagerly.
Guess how her words in such a low voice were heard by Silly Zhu.
Silly Zhu reached out and pinched He Yuyu's little face.
Little brat.
Still hates me.
"I'm going to cook. You hurry up and do your homework. If you can't finish your homework, don't eat the dumplings in the evening."
He Yuyu lay down on the table and started typing frantically, his pencil moving around on the workbook as if drawing.
Two taels of pork, and secretly gave Yan Fugui seven or eight dollars. In fact, there was no way to get the remaining one tael. Silly Zhu found a few potatoes and made a pot of pork and fried potato slices.
There is a line in "The Adventures of a Part-time Job", which is called a meeting with radish. The stir-fried pork and potato slices made by Sha Zhu are just like meeting with potatoes. There are only a few slices of pork.
Silly Zhu scooped out two bowls, one for the deaf old lady and one for Yi Zhonghai and his wife.
Send the food over.
A few simple chats.
Go home for dinner.
The little girl's job of washing pots and dishes belongs to her. She claims that she loves labor, but in fact she doesn't want to study.
Silly Zhu rarely refuted the little girl. He took advantage of the little girl's washing time to find paper and pen, and wrote an application to sever ties with He Daqing on the white paper.
