Yang Zhenguo also bought red paper and a brush.
It was almost the new year. According to Chinese tradition, every household would put up couplets.
This was the late 1960s and early 1970s.
Although material life was lacking, the taste of the New Year was much stronger than in the later generations.
Especially during the New Year in Yan Capital.
Walking out of the state-owned store, Wang Fu Jing's state-owned photography studio was opposite. From time to time, people would come out and go in.
"Juan 'er, let's go take another family photo.”
Yang Zhenguo pointed at the state-owned photography studio opposite him.
"Brother Zhenguo, take the picture. You spent five yuan on my leather shoes, the red rope for tying my hair, the top and gloves for Guangming, and you spent more than ten yuan on them!”
Zheng Juan counted on her fingers. She remembered all these accounts in her heart.
She remembered how well Yang Zhenguo treated her.
"Silly Juan 'er, it costs the same amount of money to take a photo of one person as it does for three people.”
Yang Zhenguo lovingly scratched Zheng Juan's little nose, took her hand, and carried Zheng Guangming into the state-owned photo studio opposite.
Zheng Juan was only 17 years old, but she had already suffered the hardships of the world.
His father had died when he was young, and his mother, Zheng Wangshi, had been selling sweet potatoes secretly for money. This bit of money was definitely not enough to support a family of three.
Zheng Juan took on the task of making cardboard boxes. She could earn two cents by making a cardboard box.
Zheng Juan was nimble and did all the housework at home. He could also make 40 paper boxes a day and earn 80 cents.
However, it wasn't every day that he had to paste paper boxes.
Fortunately, Zheng Juan's hands were still smooth and beautiful.
In this life, since God allowed Yang Zhenguo to pick up Zheng Juan, Yang Zhenguo would not let her suffer anymore.
She wanted to live her life well so that Zheng Juan would no longer be poor and bullied in this life.
Yang Zhenguo didn't have much ambition in this world full of love. He only wanted to guard Zheng Juan and live his own life.
When they reached the legal age of marriage, Yang Zhenguo would marry Zheng Juan and give birth to seven or eight children.
Zheng Juan and Zheng Guangming had never been to a photo studio before.
Her heart ached for Yang Zhenguo's money.
Zheng Juan was even frugal when it came to eating.
In the studio, Zheng Juan looked nervously at the old-fashioned camera in front of her.
"Relax, just be natural, just like usual.”Yang Zhenguo held Zheng Juan's slender and smooth hand and whispered into her ear.
The photographer buried his head into the flannelette inside the camera.
"Look here. Come, smile!"
Yang Zhenguo held Zheng Guangming in his arms and held Zheng Juan's hand.
Crack!
Lights flashed, and Zheng Juan was like a frightened deer.
However, when she felt the warmth from Yang Zhenguo's hand, Zheng Juan was relieved.
After the photo was taken, he paid the money and issued a receipt. He could come back to pick up the photo three days later.
Yang Zhenguo asked the photographer to develop three photos and then enlarge one.
It was already past four in the afternoon when they left the studio.
Zheng Juan wouldn't eat at a state-owned restaurant outside.
In Zheng Juan's words, it was expensive and not delicious.
Of course, Yang Zhenguo didn't like to eat food from state-owned restaurants.
The state-owned restaurants in this era did not have any sense of service.
This could be seen from the terms of service hanging at the entrance of the state-owned restaurant.
"You're not allowed to beat customers for no reason!"
Just this alone was amazing.
Before five o'clock, Yang Zhenguo brought Zheng Juan and Zheng Guangming back to the Siheyuan in Bronze Drum and Gong Alley.
"Zhenguo, you're buying big and small bags again!”
Yan Bugui saw him when he reached the front yard.
"Third Uncle, isn't the New Year coming soon? Buy some New Year goods." Yang Zhenguo smiled and spoke politely to Yan Bugui.
"Buying New Year's goods so early? By the way, Zhenguo, this morning's fried meatballs were also at your house, right? The fried meatballs were also for the New Year?”
"No, Third Uncle. If he was hungry, he would want to fry some to eat. He hadn't prepared the New Year's food yet. See you, Third Master."
After Yang Zhenguo finished speaking, he brought Zheng Juan and Zheng Guangming to the backyard.
Yan Bugui was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth. Yang Zhenguo's family fried the meatballs early in the morning just to eat some meatballs!
"Did Yang Zhenguo pick up gold? That's not right. Even if he picked up gold, he couldn't buy meat without a ransom.”Yan Bugui's heart felt as if it was being scratched by a cat. He really wanted to know where Yang Zhenguo had gotten so much pork.
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