The Great Era of Rebirth: 1993

   Chapter 8, a lot of money

   rushed out for more than a mile in one breath, looking for a quiet place to shelter from the wind. Seeing that no one was following behind, Zhang Xuan began to read the dictionary again.

   This time, it was almost page by page, turning it so carefully.

   did not disappoint him, there was still money in the dictionary, one, two, three...nine.

   There are nine more, all brand new one hundred bills. If you add the previous one, there are 10 hundred-yuan bills in total.

  1000 yuan!

   Putting aside a lot of money this year! Many families in the village do not necessarily have so much savings in a year.

   Holding 1,000 yuan, Zhang Xuan was silent, no more cynicism. Looking at the dictionary, he put the money close to his body and turned it over again, this time more slowly, starting over from the title page.

  No front, no middle, back…

and many more! !

   There seems to be a blank space on a certain page in the second half? blue pen?

   should be correct.

   Zhang Xuan turned back, and the speed of turning slowed down a bit.

   is not an illusion, I found it, on page 480, there are really words written in blue pen.

   There are not many words, just a few simple words: Hello Zhang Xuan, I wish you a Happy New Year in advance! I heard you are sick, are you feeling better? The weather is so cold this year, you have to take care of yourself.

   is followed by a big circle smiley face.

   This is all the reserved words.

   Looking at the beautiful handwriting, Zhang Xuan was at a loss. He was not familiar with this trace at all, it didn't look like it was written by someone around him.

   Besides, most of the best friends around me are not very wealthy, they can’t come up with such a sum of money to do good deeds, and they don’t leave their names afterward.

   Of course there are exceptions, that is Du Shuangling.

   With Du Shuangling's family conditions and her father being the first family member in town to drive a private car, she could save such a sum of money on hand.

   But the handwriting is 100% not from Du Shuangling, nor from her besties Yang Yongjian and Mi Jian.

   I have been with them for so many years, especially with Du Shuangling and Yang Yongjian who have been friends with classmates for more than 7 years, who's temperament is like, and whose details are like, don't you know?

   And Yang Yongjian's family is so poor! In that Gaoshan Col, he was poorer than his own family, and he would be damned if he could come up with 1,000 yuan.

   On the other hand, Mi Jian’s family conditions are hard to say. In the city, his father is a sculptor, and his mother is a university teacher. Although 1000 is a lot, it is not so much for her.

   It's just that Mi Jian has the shallowest friendship with himself, and they have only known each other for three years.

   Then he guessed a few more people, but it was impossible. In the end, Zhang Xuan was too lazy to guess, and remembered the address of the provincial capital, and he didn't care.

  Two generations of people, he is very open, you give me money by name, I will use it, if I know who you are in the future, I will repay your love.

  If you can’t find out who you are, and you don’t jump out to make a plan in the future, then forget it. Anyway, my heart is not bad, I will definitely keep you in my heart as lf, and respect you silently.

   After exerting his shameless spirit, Zhang Xuan put the dictionary back in the mail bag, and went shopping with it.

   It is said to be shopping, but in fact his purpose is very strong.

   First, I bought a pair of waterproof long-barreled leather gloves for my mother and eldest sister. Although they are more expensive, they cost 2 yuan a pair, but they have velvet inside, which is valuable. It was really too cold to pull hogweed and wash hogweed with bare hands in winter, and he was terrified and heartbroken when he saw it.

   Then he worked for his own benefit and bought charcoal.

  The family is poor and has no charcoal. On weekdays, the ashes of burned wood are gathered together and put in a firebox for heating. Not only is this thing not hot enough, but it also has a short shelf life. It goes out in less than half an hour.

   In the winter, it is so cold that the streets are full of charcoal sellers.

   Zhang Xuan looked at a few, but he was not satisfied. Either the charcoal was secretly poured with water, or the charcoal wasn't hot enough to burn, or he disliked being too small.

   After walking for a long time, I finally found a satisfactory one at the fork in the road. The seller's accent sounds like the one from Huai City next door.

   Zhang Xuan asked: "Master, where are you from?"

  The smoking old man said: "Xupu's."

   Zhang Xuan asked: "How do you sell this charcoal?"

  The old man replied: "15 yuan and a hundred catties."

   The price is a bit expensive, but it is also expected. After all, it is not more expensive when it is snowing. How can people support their families?

   Zhang Xuan looked at it again and was very satisfied with the charcoal, but he wanted to buy 100 jins of charcoal, but when it was snowing, there was no car, so it was unrealistic to carry it back by himself, so he said, "Can I buy zero?"

  The old man asked: "How much do you want?"

   Zhang Xuan thought about it and said, "40 pounds."

   Then he changed his words immediately, "Maybe it's too heavy, the road is too far, and I can't carry it back. First come 30 pounds."

  The old man saw this situation a lot, said yes with a smile, and then got busy.

   After buying the charcoal, Zhang Xuan went to the clothes shop to buy a cotton coat for his mother and eldest sister; then went to the cloth store to buy a few feet of cloth, and then bought two pairs of rubber shoes with thicker soles.

   In the end, I went to the meat stall to buy 2 kilograms of good beef and 2 kilograms of mutton, which I kept for the Chinese New Year.

   He could see through it. If he didn't buy it, Comrade Ruan Xiuqin would not be able to waste it like this. In the end, it was his stomach that would suffer, so he couldn't do it, he had to buy it.

   I was very excited when I bought it. After I bought it, Zhang Xuan was always depressed. It seemed that there were a lot of things. He was a little doubtful about life. Can he really carry it back?

   Would you like to return some items? With this thought, he gave up. Forget it, he really couldn't afford to lose that person.

I asked for a large urea bag from the grocery store next to Shimen Station and packed the things. Zhang Xuan looked at the way he was coming from, but he did not retreat. In the end, he gritted his teeth and took in a breath of cold air. let's go!

  Two or three miles ahead, Zhang Xuan walked easily, thinking that he had scare himself before? It's just something less than 50 pounds, what's the fear of taking it!

   There was a relatively long gentle **** in the middle. Zhang Xuan took a rest and felt that it was okay and he could persevere.

   And the road behind the mountain is steep and long. He cried and shouted in his heart. I have no eyesight to see, no self-knowledge, so painfully self-criticism, my feet are rubbing each step in the snow like lead.

  Fortunately, there is no way out. When he was paralyzed from exhaustion and was about to sit on the ground and play lazy, he ran into a neighbor behind him, a 13-year-old fat kid playing firecrackers by the river.

  This fat kid has bad grades. No matter how hard he studies, he doesn't get good grades. He usually admires good grades the most. When he sees Zhang Xuan, his enthusiasm soars upwards.

   Zhang Xuan said hypocritically: "The thing is a little heavy, you may not be able to carry it, don't be arrogant."

   The fat kid raised his eyebrows, raised his eyebrows, gave him a look of contempt, carried the bag behind his back with one hand, and walked fast in the snow.

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   (end of this chapter)