"Mom, I've been working for six days. How can I have the strength to go fishing? I'll just use the money to buy one when the time comes.”
Jia Dongxu smelled the fish and couldn't eat the cornbread, but he didn't want to go fishing. He just wanted to sleep at home.
"How expensive is it to buy a fish? A fish that weighs more than three catties costs you a day's salary. It's better to buy big fat meat.
Jia Zhangshi bit her cornbread fiercely, thinking, Old Jia, not only is my son unfilial, but he is also too lazy. Can you beat him up in his dreams?
Oh right, Mom, Silly Zhu is married now. I heard that during the banquet, she asked for all the money that he deposited in He Daqing's place every month.
Mom, I'm going on a blind date and getting married. When the time comes, will you return the money I gave you to me?
Jia Dongxu thought about all these years. He had earned 25 yuan as an apprentice. After deducting the 10 yuan he spent and the 3 yuan he spent on living expenses, he had saved 22 yuan every month. If he could get it back, he would be rich. "What? You want money from Mom?
Jia Zhangshi was stunned. When she came back to her senses, she shouted," Alright, Dongxu. Now that you're going to marry a city daughter-in-law, you've become bold. You even dare to ask Mom for money."
Let me tell you, that's impossible. I've always been in charge of the money in our Old Jia family. When your father was around, his salary was handed over to me. It's impossible for him to give it to you.”
Jia Zhangshi thought that she could scare her son like this, but who knew that her son had grown up." Mom, there's no reason for a woman to be in charge of money in the family. Silly Zhu is already in charge of money now. I can't be inferior to Silly Zhu, right?"”
"Dongxu, you can't think like that. You've never bought vegetables before, so how can you manage the money?”
Jia Zhangshi panicked. Her monthly pension of more than ten yuan was the envy of many aunties in the hospital. How could it be gone just like that?
"Oh right, Dongxu, think about Meng Han. Did he just manage his own money? In the end, he bought a bicycle all of a sudden and emptied his family's savings. Now, he goes to Silly Zhu's house every day to freeload. Dongxu, our Old Merchant family has a reputation. We can't learn from Meng Han.”
Jia Zhangshi didn't give in at all. This was related to her retirement in the future.
Seeing this, Jia Dongxu had no choice.
"Alright, but Mom, my living expenses are three yuan a month.”
Jia Dongxu compromised. Looking at his mother, if she continued, she would definitely run to the courtyard and cause a scene. At that time, he would be pointed at by the residents again.
He would be called unfilial by his master and then be pulled over to lecture him on filial piety.
"Three yuan it is. Dongxu, you must listen to your master and be a filial child.”
Jia Zhang-shi was really afraid. Her son was going to turn bad!
"I know, Mom."
Jia Dongxu's heart was bursting with joy. He thought to himself,'I got my living expenses back just like that. As expected of me. My brain is filled with wisdom.'
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"Brother Meng Han, I'm going back to my parents 'house on Friday and I'll bring Jingru over on Saturday. Isn't Xu Damao holding a banquet this weekend?”
That was what Qin Huairu thought. However, she still had to see Meng Han's opinion. After all, they were going on a blind date.
"Okay, I'll go to the factory on Saturday to hand in the mission. When I come back, I'll bring Qin Jingru around Beijing.”
Meng Han didn't mind. He was free at any time. Moreover, he really wanted to meet Qin Jingru and see if she was on the same level as Qin Huairu.
"Alright, then you can bring her around, but don't buy her anything. This girl has been spoiled by my second uncle since she was young and likes good things.”
Qin Huairu planned to teach Qin Jingru well when she returned to her parents 'home. She could not let such a good opportunity slip by.
Furthermore, Qin Huairu had long seen through Meng Han's character. Although he was a little wicked and evil, he would treat whoever was good to him well.
It was just like the fish he caught. Every time he finished eating, there would be so much left. He did not bring it back and specially saved it for her family to eat.
This man was handsome and could earn money. He was different from Jia Dongxu, whom she had married with great difficulty to enter the city. He was much better than Jia Dongxu.
At least there's no evil granny
"Alright, I'm full. You guys eat slowly. I'm going out for a walk.”
Meng Han greeted him and hurriedly went out for a walk. He did not want to stay here any longer.
Uncle Ho was on the verge of tears. If they continued to talk about the topic of getting married, Uncle Ho would not be able to hold it in anymore.
"Yo, Uncle Xu, you just came back?”
Meng Han had just stepped out of Silly Zhu's house when he saw Xu Fugui rushing home.
"There's no choice. Da Mao wants to hold a banquet. I have to think of a way to exchange some tickets for him.”
Xu Fugui looked at Meng Han and did not have any thoughts. Although Meng Han had introduced a woman to his son who was remarried, he had secretly asked about Liu Lan. She was not a bad person and had a son. It could be considered as settling Da Mao's marriage.
"Alright, Uncle Xu, go back and eat. I'll go out for a walk."
Meng Han smiled and continued to prepare to go out, but he saw Jia Dongxu go out again.
"Hey, Brother Dongxu, have you eaten?”
"Meng Han, you…"
When Jia Dongxu saw Meng Han coming out of Uncle Ho's house, he felt uncomfortable. Why did Meng Han, this bad guy, live such a comfortable life? Not only could he eat meat, but he also had Uncle Ho's family cook for him.
As for him, he was an honest man who was an apprentice in the factory. It was fine if his salary was not as high as his, but he still had to cook for his mother when he returned home.
Heavens, what kind of world was this! The bad guys were proud, but the good guys were crying!
Meng Han didn't even look at him. He continued to walk to the front yard and soon met Yan Bugui, who was arranging the fishing rod.
"Third Uncle, your new fishing rod!”
"Meng Han, this fishing rod isn't as good as yours. Yours is a bamboo spirit, and it has a lot more bamboo joints.”
Yan Bugui quickly became cautious when he saw Meng Han. He didn't want anyone to think about this new fishing rod.
Furthermore, the fishing rod he had given Meng Han was made of the best bamboo. It had many bamboo joints and was very sturdy. This new one did not have as many bamboo joints and was a little brittle. It was far inferior to the previous one.
"Hey, Third Uncle, what kind of person do you take me for? I'm just saying.”
Meng Han thought that he was a person with a conscience. How could he be judged so maliciously?
"But Third Master, I still say the same thing. When you fish, you have to look at the bait. If you're willing to give up, you'll get it. If you can't give up that little bit of white flour, how can you get a big fish?”
When Yan Bugui heard this, he was still hesitant. After all, using white flour to fish was too extravagant.
Meng Han didn't say much and continued walking out.
When they reached Dongzhimen, they suddenly saw a tricycle rider by the roadside.
He suddenly looked at the screen. F * ck, Old He!
However, the next second, he understood that this was not realistic. Uncle Ho was still eating and feeling sad. How could he come out and ride the three-wheeled motorcycle?
Tricycling, what's the big deal?
F * ck, could this be the nest under Zhengyang Gate?
Could this tricycle rider be Cai Wuwu?
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