There is Room For Abandoned Women In the 1980s

Chapter 388 My Intervention

“Brother Gao, the remaining threads are too messy, so I can only go back and smooth them out myself.”

The custodian apologized and said to Gao Yunshan that he actually had a very free day, but he was just too lazy to do this if he could.

“Okay, if there are many people in the family, weigh it slowly and weigh it at 18 jins.”

Gao Yunshan handed over the note written by the director. When he turned around, he saw his niece staring at the bright red wool on the upper shelf, fascinated.

 “Xinyue, do you want to buy a red one?”

Gao Yunshan came over and asked Xinyue that as long as his niece liked it, he would go all out and buy two kilograms for the child himself.

“Does this require an industrial vote?”

Zheng Xinyue looked at her uncle and asked in a low voice. Gao Yunshan nodded: "These good yarns must use industrial votes."

 “I don’t have one, what should I do if I still want to buy it?”

Zheng Xinyue asked her uncle with a smile. Since he had a way to buy tickets, it was right to ask him.

"You don't have to worry about the ticket. I'll make up for it later. I really like it. My uncle bought it for you."

Gao Yunshan felt heartbroken when he saw his niece's smile, and immediately patted his chest to give it to her.

“Uncle, I have money to buy it myself.”

Zheng Xinyue took out a handful of money from her trouser pocket and tilted her small chin proudly. She was rich and confident. She liked this feeling and would work hard to make money in the future.

“Is this the money I compensated you last time? Xinyue, my uncle told you, if you have money, keep it for self-defense and don’t spend it randomly.”

Gao Yunshan looked at the banknotes in his niece's hand and told her with a straight face that her hands were too loose. Everyone has money to spend, and even the gold mountain will have to be spent.

 “This is the money I earned.”

Zheng Xinyue hurriedly explained that from now on, she would sell ginseng several times a month, or get some Ganoderma lucidum, which would sell for a good price. Why not spend the money if it is easy to make money?

 “How did you earn it?”

Gao Yunshan frowned and looked at his niece. How much money could he make working in the fields to earn work points? It would be good to have enough food for a year.

“I took the children to collect herbs and sell them to the medicinal materials company.”

Zheng Xinyue secretly told her uncle, looking very mysterious.

“Hey, how much can it be sold for? Your aunt and uncle have also collected medicine and sold it. If it’s not troublesome, you can’t get much money in exchange for it.”

 What kind of way to make a fortune is Gao Yunshan? He laughed when he heard about collecting herbs. My niece is so easily satisfied.

 But it’s true that she herself has never made any money, so she suddenly became proud of just eight cents.

Zheng Xinyue shrugged helplessly. She couldn't go into details, otherwise I would be suspicious.

Soon, the custodian weighed eighteen kilograms of wool. The backpacks Zheng Xinyue and her mother had brought were all left in the hotel, so the custodian found a sack to put them in. He could just report the damage later. It was a favor.

After buying wool, Zheng Xinyue remembered the notebooks and pens used by the children and asked her uncle to take her to the counter. Gao Guilan was afraid that her daughter would spend money recklessly and followed her.

When I went to the department store counter, I saw that students’ regular scripts and arithmetic notebooks cost two cents each. Gao Guilan gritted her teeth after hearing this.

“It’s only two cents for something. How many times can it be used if it’s so thin? How much does the tissue paper cost?”

Gao Guilan stared at the papyrus. This thing can also be written on. The salesperson glanced at her, but out of Gao Yunshan's face, she still answered:

“Five pieces for one cent, but you can’t write on that one, it will break when you poke it.”

“It’s okay, I just want this. You can cut it open and use it. You can also wipe your **** after writing.”

Gao Guilan didn't care what she said, as long as it was cheap, he had to buy straw paper for the children to write on.

“Mom, the straw paper won’t work. Look, the eraser will break as soon as you rub it.”

Zheng Xinyue looked at her mother dumbfounded. She gently wiped the paper with an eraser a few times, and saw that the paper was torn. The children's writing hands were heavy, so it was useless.

 “Just tell them to be gentle, that’s it, or don’t buy it.”

 (End of this chapter)