When Lin Yue returned to Guangzi Film from Jishantang, Li Suhua was standing happily in front of the 14-inch color TV, looking at this and touching it, feeling extremely curious about it.
"Look at this color TV, red is red, green is green, it's so bright. Juan'er, you don't know, the old Liu family next door bought a Panda brand black and white TV last year, and the guy gave it to him , recruits a bunch of people to watch TV series at his house every day. This one is just ours. It’s a little small, but it’s colorful. Yueyue, Yueyue, come and see, do you like it?"
"I like it." Yueyue said without raising her head.
Lin Yue walked into the back room and hung his coat on the rack on the north wall: "You have learned to deal with people at such a young age."
The little girl wrinkled her nose at him and made a face. She was watching an 18-inch Sony color TV in Guangzhou, and the one in front of her was a 14-inch Venus color TV. Of course, she couldn't be as excited as Li Suhua. .
"Kun'er, how much did this TV cost?"
"Not much, maybe a few hundred."
Lin Yue deliberately kept it to a minimum, because to tell the truth, she would inevitably talk about him, like a prodigal son, more than a thousand yuan is enough to build several main houses...
"Hundreds? Do you really think Mom is confused? The 16-inch black and white TV in Old Liu's family costs several hundred yuan. This is a color TV, so it can only be expensive, not cheap."
Li Suhua is illiterate, but she can calculate accounts.
"Mom, it's so small."
"Yes, it's a little smaller than the old Liu family's."
This was the reason why Lin Yue didn't buy her a larger color TV. Of course, it was also because Jichun Department Store didn't have any larger ones. At this time, if you want to buy a color TV above 17 inches, you have to go to Beijing.
Actually, buying a color TV is relatively simple now. In three to five years, you will need a color TV ticket to be eligible to buy it. A color TV ticket alone will cost one or two hundred.
"Mom, you can watch the Spring Festival Gala at home this year."
"When the time comes, I'll call Chun Yan'er's mother and make her feel good."
Zheng Juan was kneading dough in the basin when she heard this and stopped: "Mom, have you reconciled with Chun Yan'er's mother?"
"We have reconciled. We have reconciled a long time ago. There is no big grudge. They can think whatever they want and say whatever they want. Anyway, I believe our Kuner will be able to repay the bank loan."
After Li Suhua said this, she was attracted by the TV show again. As the New Year was approaching, Jichun City TV station was broadcasting the 1983 version of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". While she was watching, she murmured in her mouth, "You are growing so handsome now."
Lin Yue shook his head beside him, thinking that this little old lady had really healed her scars and forgot about the pain.
"Bingkun, Bingkun..."
Zheng Juan looked outside: "Uncle Ding is here."
Lin Yue went over and opened the door of the main room to welcome him out, and saw Ding Jianye walking into the yard carrying a bunch of new year's goods, both large and small.
He quickly walked over and took the thing in his hand.
"Uncle Ding, why did you bring so many things this year?"
"Hi, all the neighbors in the village heard that you were back. They hurriedly brought the New Year's goods they had prepared to me and asked me to bring them to you when I came over. Look, there are chickens, ducks and dried small fish. Dried chilies, small mushrooms, black fungus, toad oil in the box, and this... take a look at what it is."
Lin Yue lifted up his net bag and took a look, oh, Songhuajiang brand soy sauce.
"This is really... commemorative."
"Who says it isn't?" Uncle Ding said, "My car is too small, the trunk cannot be opened, and even the passenger seat is full."
"Anything else?"
"Of course." Ding Jianye did not enter the house and pointed to the east: "Let's go and run with me again."
Lin Yue shook his head helplessly. In fact, he quite understood Uncle Ding. The neighbors knew that he drove over and delivered things to his house. It was up to him to deliver things to his house. If he felt sorry for himself, he could keep some of them for his own use. It was not appropriate. , I have no choice but to pull all the light letters in one breath.
"Bingkun, let me tell you, it's because my car is small. If I change to a bigger one, I have to park far away."
As soon as Ding Jianye finished speaking, he bumped into Zhou Bingyi and Hao Dongmei pushing their bicycles towards this side.
"Hey, Uncle Ding, what are you..."
"Just in time, Bingyi, come and lend a hand and follow me to the car to move things."
"okay."
Zhou Bingyi was pulled into adulthood just like that.
…
That night.
Zhou Bingyi and Hao Dongmei returned to the compound and pushed their bicycles towards Hao's house.
"Bingyi, tell me...why do the people in Wangcun send so many things to our family?"
Gu Ling: "In the past two years, Uncle Ding would come to the house to buy some New Year's goods for my mother, but not as much as this year. You didn't see that the storage room under the eaves of the west room is full."
"I understand. Most of the people in Wangcun know that your brother is back, so they sent a bunch of things here. I know that Uncle Ding's niece Ding Xia is in charge of Jishan Hall, but she can't control the whole village. Are we going to recruit everyone as waiters? Look at this New Year gift, half the village has been mobilized."
"Indeed, this is something I can't understand. If I have a chance to go to Wangcun in the future, I'll ask someone about it."
"You, my brother, are always so quiet. You don't know when you will make big news out of the blue."
"Speaking of this..."
Zhou Bingyi sighed heavily.
"What's wrong?"
"In the afternoon, Zheng Juan went to buy vinegar and Bingkun went to fetch water. The two met outside the hospital. I heard Zheng Juan ask him about Jishantang and said that Golden Land Magazine would appoint a store manager and accountant. If Bingkun If you don’t agree, the lease will not be renewed.”
Hao Dongmei stopped and frowned deeply: "If the lease cannot be renewed, does that mean Jishan Hall will close down?"
Zhou Bingyi nodded gently.
"What about the loan owed to the bank? If you can't even pay back the interest... aren't the people at the magazine taking advantage of the situation? What does Bingkun mean by this?"
"He drove away the vice president who went to negotiate."
"It's his style." Hao Dongmei thought of the two Spring Festivals that Zhou Zhigang spent at home. Who did Zhou Bingkun fall in love with? Even his own father always says what he says. People from Golden Land Magazine are playing tricks on him. It’s strange that he can endure it: "But... doesn’t this leave no room for maneuver?"
"Who says it isn't?"
"How about... after the New Year, you go to the magazine office and check out the president's tone?"
Zhou Bingyi looked troubled: "You also know my situation. It's not easy for me to get involved in business matters. People will gossip about me."
Hao Dongmei said: "Bingkun is your biological brother. You can't just die without saving him. How about I go talk to my mother and let her..."
"Don't." Zhou Bingyi didn't let her finish her words: "Your dad just died, and your mom hasn't adjusted her mood yet. Don't bother her with this kind of thing. Besides, she doesn't have a good impression of Bingkun." , and because of this matter..."
Hao Dongmei stopped talking because what Zhou Bingyi said was true.
"Zhou Bingyi, Hao Dongmei."
At this time, a bright female voice interrupted the conversation between the two people. She turned around and looked at a middle-aged woman walking next to her. She had short hair down to her neck, neatly dressed, and was holding a dustpan in her hand. It looked like she had just finished pouring. Trash back.
"Aunt Qu." Hao Dongmei called kindly: "You haven't rested at this late hour?"
"No, there have been a lot of guests at home lately, and Lao Ma is still chatting with people at the moment. I can't go back to my room to sleep by myself. That would be too rude."
The two of them thought about it. It was Chinese New Year, and it was normal for people from the workplace to come over and visit retired comrades.
"By the way, I just heard you mention Bingkun's name. Is he back?"
Zhou Bingyi smiled and said, "Yes, I just got home yesterday."
Qu Xiuzhen said again: "So what you just said... is he in trouble?"
Zhou Bingyi glanced at Hao Dongmei and answered truthfully: "It's Jishantang. Jishantang has a financial dispute with the Golden Land Magazine that it was originally affiliated with."
"Quick, tell me."
Zhou Bingyi told the story again.
After hearing this, the old lady became angry: "This is unreasonable, this is too bullying. What does Bingkun mean?"
Zhou Bingyi said: "I just listened for a while and thought it would be bad to let my mother know about it during the Chinese New Year, so I didn't ask about it."
"Okay, I understand. It's getting late. You guys should go back quickly."
Qu Xiuzhen left with the dustpan.
Zhou Bingyi and Hao Dongmei looked at each other, wondering if she was trying to meddle in other people's business, right?
…
Zhou Zhigang did not go home during the New Year. After what happened in the previous two years, Zhou Bingyi and Zhou Rong both knew that this younger brother was a docile person, so they deliberately did not mention those bad things. This new year was much more peaceful. In the blink of an eye, the third day of the Lunar New Year was here again. Time for gentlemen to gather.
While walking to Taiping Hutong, Zheng Juan thought of what Sun Qianchao did yesterday when he took Yu Hong to Lao Zhou's house. It was... how should I put it? It was really embarrassing.
They are here to pay back the money.
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