"Brother Zhenguo, where did you get the sewing machine?”
Zheng Juan held her brother Zheng Guangming's hand and walked up to them.
"I traded the radio with Old Lu. Juan 'er, this sewing machine is yours from now on!”
The sewing machine weighing more than 100 pounds was nothing to Yang Zhenguo, who had copied Li Cunxiao's martial arts.
"For me? Brother Zhenguo, I can use the sewing machine to make clothes for you!”Zheng Juan wasn't pretentious. To her, having a sewing machine meant that she could make clothes for Yang Zhenguo. This made Zheng Juan happier than buying anything for her.
"By the way, Brother Zhenguo, you haven't bought the fabric yet.”Zheng Juan had been thinking about Yang Zhenguo's new server.
"Juan 'er, open this cloth bag.”Yang Zhenguo took a small package from under the sewing machine and handed it to Zheng Juan.
Zheng Juan took the package and opened it.
Inside the package was an unfinished military coat, sewing thread, and some cloth scraps.
"Brother Zhenguo, this is a half-finished military coat! There were also scraps of Dusk.”
Zheng Juan looked as if she was looking for a treasure in a bag. A flower-like smile bloomed on her beautiful face, and her two dimples were mesmerizing.
Happiness was that simple to Zheng Juan. It was to be with the person she liked and to be able to make clothes for the person she liked.
Do it with your heart.
"Let's go home!"
Yang Zhenguo waved his hand and left with the sewing machine.
Zheng Juan held her brother Zheng Guangming's hand and ran behind Yang Zhenguo.
Although Little Light couldn't see, he could feel the joy in his sister Zheng Juan's heart.
In the front yard of the Siheyuan in Tonggu and Luo Alley, Yan Bugui was carrying a basin of water as he carefully washed his treasure, a permanent bicycle that he had been riding for nearly ten years.
Yan Bugui had saved this car from the gaps of his teeth.
Therefore, the stingy Yan Bugui treated his bicycle better than his son.
Hearing someone enter the courtyard, Yan Bugui raised his head.
He saw Yang Zhenguo walking in with a brand new sewing machine.
"Whoa, it's from the Yan brand! That would cost more than a hundred yuan, and they would have to sew the plane tickets!”
Yan Bugui was like this. He was envious to death, but he liked to be clever.
Yang Zhenguo was still unemployed at home. The state gave him 15 yuan a month. Where could he get more than 100 yuan?
In the past, Yang Zhenguo was alone.
However, after Yang Zhenguo picked up Zheng Juan and Zheng Guangming, the expenses suddenly increased.
Moreover, Yan Bugui had observed that Yang Zhenguo was not a thrifty person. His family rarely sold cornflour, and they only sold standard flour and refined flour.
Besides, if money could be saved from the teeth, then sewing plane tickets would not be possible, right?
Only Xu Damao's family had a sewing machine. It was the dowry that Lou Xiao'e brought when she was married.
Liu Haizhong, the second uncle, had one at home. Liu Haizhong was a grade seven blacksmith at the Red Star Rolling Mill and earned 70 yuan a month.
He was a veteran and had been given a sewing ticket the year before last.
Also, the Jia family had one. That's right, it was the Jia family who asked the residents of the entire hospital to help them!
Third Aunt dreamed of having a sewing machine, but she didn't have a plane ticket.
He couldn't buy it.
Of course, Yang Zhenguo knew what kind of person Yan Bugui was. He was also very clear about his character. He was smart, stingy, and liked to do accounts.
However, he thought he was smart, but he was often used by Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong.
Yang Zhenguo smiled at Yan Bugui,"Third Uncle, this is something that someone else didn't want. Third Uncle, we still have to go back to cook. See you later.”
Yang Zhenguo didn't want to waste any more time with Yan Bugui, so he carried the sewing machine and chatted with Zheng Juan as he walked towards the backyard.
"Someone else gave it to you? How was this possible? This was a sewing machine from the Yan brand. It cost 127 yuan, not including the sewing ticket! It was actually given to him by someone else? Are you trying to fool me like I'm a three-year-old child?" Yan Bugui pushed his glasses that he had worn for more than ten years. He put down the cloth in his heart, locked the car, and went straight to the middle court to find Yi Zhonghai.
At Yang Zhenguo's house.
The sewing machine was placed in the inner room. Zheng Juan touched it seven or eight times and couldn't put it down.
Never in her wildest dreams would she have thought that one day, she would have a sewing machine of her own!
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