Qin Huairu knocked on Zhang Ping 'an's door and ran her fingers through her hair.
When she saw the other party open the door, she quickly put on a charming smile.
"Ping 'an, can Sister Qin ask you for something?”
"Tell me."
Qin Huairu's smile became even brighter when she saw that there was hope." It's like this. You know that my family is poor, and the children haven't eaten meat for a long time…"
"I saw that the factory rewarded you with ten catties of meat today. Can you give some to Sister Qin?”
After Qin Huairu finished speaking, she raised her eyes and quietly observed Zhang Ping 'an.
Seeing the other party's half-smile, he hurriedly said,
"Don't misunderstand. Sister Qin doesn't want it for free. I'll buy it from you for 80 cents a catty.”
"80 cents per catty?" Zhang Ping 'an smiled. He asked the obvious," The meat from the supply and marketing cooperative is also 80 cents. Sister Qin, why did you ask me to buy it?"
"That…" Qin Huairu bit her lip." That's right. Sister Qin doesn't have a ticket…"
"In any case, you didn't spend any money to get this meat. Sell me some without a ticket…"
That's right.
This was Qin Huairu's true thoughts.
She didn't want to buy the meat with a ticket.
Actually, if Zhang Pingan had bought the meat, Qin Huairu would not have dared to make such a request.
But this meat was rewarded by the factory.
Therefore, she felt that Zhang Ping 'an did not spend a single cent.
If she bought it for 80 cents per catty, Zhang Ping 'an would also earn a profit.
That was why he took the risk and came to give it a try.
Zhang Ping 'an was amused by her words.
"Does it have anything to do with you whether I bought my meat with money or not?”
"Why should I give you something I got for free?”
This little widow was really used to sucking the blood out of idiots.
She felt as if she owed anyone she caught.
Qin Huairu felt a little awkward for a moment, and she hurriedly put on a pitiful and innocent look.
"The children are all growing. They haven't eaten meat for a long time..."
In the past, as long as she said this to Shazhu, he would not hesitate to lend a helping hand.
Zhang Ping 'an interrupted her without hesitation." Your children just stole two chickens to eat.
Besides, who had a good life in this era?
Which family's child could see the sky and eat fine grain? Why is it that other children can eat coarse grains, but your child can't?”
Qin Huairu was mentally tough.
After being scolded by Zhang Ping 'an, her tears fell and she was still crying about poverty.
"The children are good children. I can only blame myself for not being able to give them a good life as a mother…"
" My monthly salary is only 27.50 yuan. My mother-in-law needs painkillers, my child needs to go to school, and the whole family needs to eat…"
Crying poverty,
It was Qin Huairu's specialty.
Even when Jia Dongxu had just died, she had used this trick to go to the courtyard house to donate money.
Qin Huiru felt that,
When Zhang Ping 'an heard that his monthly salary was twenty-seven to support five people, and then thought of his monthly salary of eighty to support two people, he would definitely feel guilty and give himself meat.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Ping 'an sneered,
"Your salary is indeed 27, but why don't you say that Silly Zhu brings leftovers to your house every day?”
"The front yard, Big Sister Zhao's monthly salary is thirty-five. She's raising eight sons! Do you cry about being poor every day like you?"
"You think it's hard to raise a child, but your mother-in-law is only in her fifties. She can use matchboxes to support her family.
Wouldn't it be easy for the two of you to raise three children?”
"If there's a way out, I won't do it. It's fine to just think about sucking blood, but you want to target me? Dream on!"
After Zhang Ping 'an finished speaking, he slammed the door and stopped pestering her.
People like Qin Huairu were like flies.
If she had a taste of the sweetness, she would be able to climb up and suck her blood.
Therefore, it was better to cut off her thoughts and tear off her disguise of crying poor.
Qin Huairu didn't get any benefits.
However, he had been rebuffed, so he could only walk back with his face covered in dust.
Let her mother-in-law burn matchboxes?
How would she dare?
Forget it, forget it.
I should go find Silly Zhu and ask him to think of a way to get some meat back for me.
It was Tuesday after Monday, and he had to work on that day.
However, Zhang Ping 'an had a two-day holiday rewarded by the factory.
So after breakfast, he rode his bicycle to the supply and marketing cooperative.
After buying a pile of carpentry tools, he returned to the courtyard house.
The moment he entered,
Yan Bugui, who was watering the flowers, saw his things.
"Ping 'an, why did you buy these things? He hired carpenters to make furniture, and they brought their own tools.”
When Zhang Ping 'an bought wood for Xu Damao, he also bought some for himself. Yan Bugui knew about this.
He thought that Zhang Ping 'an wanted to hire a carpenter to make furniture.
"I don't want to hire carpenters. I want to make a set of furniture myself.”Zhang Ping 'an explained.
Fight by himself?
Hiss!
Yan Bugui's eyes flashed.
His first reaction was that Zhang Ping 'an was bragging.
After all, he had watched her grow up.
When this kid was young, he could fight five people at once, but the carpentry must have been aesthetic.
As for learning it in the army?
That's not right either!
How many wars did the country fight a few days ago?
As a motorcade soldier, he could help transport supplies.
But the army couldn't possibly train him to be a carpenter, right?
What use was this?
Making coffins for the enemy during a war?
Even though he was grumbling in his heart, Yan Bugui didn't want to offend anyone.
He only smiled at Zhang Ping 'an and said a few words, then let it go.
Zhang Ping 'an could tell that Yanbu Gui didn't believe him, but he didn't mind,
After bidding farewell to the other party, he continued to walk towards the backyard.
There are no secrets in the courtyard house,
Not long after,
All the residents in the courtyard knew that Zhang Ping 'an was going to personally make the furniture.
It was still early to go to work and school.
Everyone carried their rice bowls to the backyard.
When they arrived, Zhang Ping 'an had already started working.
He quickly drew lines on the wood, cut it, and planed it flat…
Splash! Splash!
Zhang Ping 'an stared at the wooden board.
He was focused on his work.
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