There is Room For Abandoned Women In the 1980s - #288 - Chapter 288 It was your son who helped

When Zheng Xinyue heard that her uncle was settling the accounts, she realized that she couldn’t afford to spend the three hundred yuan in her hand, so she had to agree to her uncle’s method. Chen Sili was relieved. ☠🐲 ６❾丂ℍ𝐔乂.ς𝑜𝔪 💝🐻

If Xinyue is allowed to spend all her money on herself, her future mother-in-law will be angry.

Uncle, I want to buy a box of wheat essence and two kilograms of rice cakes for grandma.

Zheng Xinyue bought everything she needed to buy. When she saw that there were still more than two hundred left, she wanted to buy some food for her grandma. That lovely old lady really loved her.

Xinyue, it’s good if you have this filial piety. Your grandma has me! It’s not easy to have a little money, so it’s better to keep it for self-defense.

Gao Yunshan looked at his niece. The more sensible this child is, the more heartache he feels. She is now a divorced woman, and she has a long road ahead! Why don’t you think about yourself at all?

Uncle, I have food and drink at home, and my three brothers love me. Money is just a foreign possession to me. ➶➶➶➶➶ ６９Şᕼᵘ乂.ςØᗰ ➷➷➷➷➷

Zheng Xinyue saw the distress for her in her uncle’s eyes and lamented that her relatives cared so much about her. The more this happened, the more she wanted to give them the best.

Although she was guarding the huge treasure of space, she did not dare to take out those things and share them with her relatives. It was too painful.

In the end, under Zheng Xinyue’s insistence, she finally bought cakes and wheat flour. Looking at her niece’s happy smile, Gao Yunshan shook his head, thinking that he had to find someone to find a good man for Xinyue. Such a good child should have a good man. To love her and protect her.

Zheng Xinyue also bought ten bars of soap for the children to wash their hair and bathe. Gao Yunshan wanted to stop his niece, but he would not put it down when she got the things, so he had to let her go. ♘🐺 ➅９s𝕙ⓤｘ.ᶜ𝕠Ｍ ඏ🐉

Lao Lu came back with cotton coupons, cloth coupons, soap coupons, and two yuan left. After buying everything, Gao Yunshan took them to the Cotton Playhouse to play cotton into quilt covers and mattresses.

It’s easier to do things if you know people. When the cotton player saw Lao Gao coming, he pushed back those who were in line and played for them first. Four quilt covers were only charged for two quilt covers, and the mattress was only charged for one.

Uncle, what does this have to do with you? Why do you take so much care of me?

Zheng Xinyue asked her uncle quietly. Gao Yunshan smiled and whispered to his niece:

We all help each other. If the supply and marketing cooperative has something in short supply, I will think of him first.

So that’s it? Zheng Xinyue felt that she understood a lot more about human nature.

On the way back, Zheng Xinyue sang happily in her heart. What she didn’t know was that Wang Guizhi was scolding Cao Qiuling for being cruel!

That girl extorted 300 yuan. How greedy do you think she is? She’s not afraid of dying despite her big mouth? Rural people are just not good at it. They’re greedy, vicious, and full of bad ideas.

Cao Qiuling rubbed her temples and covered her face with her hands. The spitting stars that Wang Guizhi said were flying all over the sky fell on her face. She felt very irritated. She had been listening to her ink all afternoon, and she couldn’t bear it anymore, so she gave her some advice.

Okay, it’s all over. The more you think about it, the more uncomfortable it becomes, doesn’t it?

Director Cao, a rural girl alone can’t change the world. She has help.

Hearing the impatience in Cao Qiuling’s voice, Wang Guizhi also got angry. She picked up Cao Qiuling’s enamel cup and drank all the herbal tea she had made. Then she looked at Cao Qiuling and sneered.

Yeah?

Cao Qiuling frowned and looked at her cup. She had to clean it after a while. It was too disgusting. She replied absentmindedly, thinking about how to find an excuse to leave. Wang Guizhi had been chanting like an old monk here all afternoon. It was annoying. .

Your son helped.

Wang Guizhi tapped her fingers on the table several times and looked at Cao Qiuling with a questioning look.

Which son of mine?

Cao Qiuling stopped covering her face and asked Wang Guizhi with a frown.