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- Chapter 1242 My father died a long time ago
In fact, Xiaxin Village also gave money to the villagers, but with the mysterious God of Niuluo Village in front of them, the people in Xiaxin Village are not stupid, and everyone is smiling, but they don¡¯t say anything.
Only when Zhou Dahu came to Bai Xi because he was not sure about paying attention, and was heard by Chen Daliu, did he know that Xiaxin Village sent 3,500 yuan by himself.
Although it is much less than Niuluo Village, the main income of Xiaxin Village is Tiger King seedless watermelon, and some agricultural and sideline products in the village. The population of Xiaxin Village is large, and 3,500 yuan per person is not a lot.
This is ten years' wages for a worker working in a factory.
It's just that I didn't find out how much money was paid from the people in Niuluo Village, but Xiaxin Village is also well hidden, and the people who couldn't find out couldn't help spitting a few words.
"The good ones don't learn from the bad ones, just learn from Niuluo Village's stinging, sosou, and carefulness of Bala."
"That's right, just ask, but still hide and refuse to say, as if we would steal their money."
"This man, if he has money, he will turn bad, and he looks down on us folks from the countryside."
The Chinese New Year is only two days away. Not only Niuluo Village, but other villages and production teams are also preparing new year¡¯s goods. This family makes clothes from cloth for the children, and the other family boils lard and shows off the lard residue to the children.
Here in Xiaxincun.
Zhou's is also the same as usual. She prepared new clothes for the New Year for the three children in the family half a month ago.
She is an employee of a garment factory and has the opportunity to buy defective products in the factory.
It is said that it is a defective product, but there is no problem in fact, that is, the first batch of clothes will be used as samples every time the workshop produces, and these clothes will be classified as defective after being displayed for a while, and will not be sold outside. This time k anz o ngyi.c c Zhang Si
There are many workers in the garment factory, and no one wants to miss such a good thing. After all, it can be several dollars cheaper than the normal price.
The same is true for the colored cloth dyed in the factory. The samples of colored cloth are provided to the partners who place the order for viewing. After a while, they will be disposed of and replaced with new ones.
Therefore, for the sake of fairness, the factory will register and buy in turn. There can be one or two hundred defective products in a quarter for dozens of people to buy, and the rest will go down the round.
Although the family already has tens of thousands of savings in savings, Mrs. Zhou is reluctant to buy more, and buys a set of ready-made clothes for each of the three children in the family, and the rest is to buy colored cloth, and spend time after get off work to make it.
There are a few chickens and ducks at home, pieces of bacon are hung on the kitchen wall, and a piece of pork belly is in the soup pot in the cupboard, weighing ten catties, which was a welfare gift from the factory two days ago.
The big soup bowl on the stove was filled with octopus, which originally weighed ten catties, but these two days have been made one after another, and now there are still more than six catties left, which Mrs. Zhou plans to save for New Year's Eve.
On the day the baguette was brought back, I took one and cut it into a section, and shared it with the three children. Mrs. Zhou also tasted it, and the taste was really good.
Now, Mrs. Zhou is buttoning up her youngest son's clothes. She looks up at the direction of the kitchen from time to time, with a satisfied smile on her face.
Such a good day, she didn't even dare to think about it a few years ago.
This year, no matter what you say, you have to fight for the opportunity to go to the next village to kowtow to your aunt.
Although Xiaxin Village and Niuluo Village are in the same brigade, you can¡¯t go to other villages with a large group of people during the Chinese New Year.
Everyone in the new village wants to go, after all, it is close to Niuluo Village, and they also feel that Baixi is the lucky one, and it is always good to be close.
Therefore, if you want to kowtow to Bai Xi to pay New Year's greetings, you have to draw lots in the new village. If you went last year, you won't be able to draw lots this year.
Just as Mrs. Zhou bit off the end of the thread and was about to put away the sewing basket for cooking, the voice of her youngest son suddenly sounded.
"Mother, mother, look, who is this? Is this a relative of our family?"
"Mother, this man said he was looking for our family."
Zhou's youngest son is not at all as weak as he seemed to be unable to support him. In the past few years, he has lived a good life, not hungry, and his nutrition has kept up. Xiao Douding is almost taller than Zhou's.
He was at the entrance of the village playing glass beads with his friends in the village. Seeing this man poking his head, a group of children thought they were relatives visiting relatives.
In the past few days, many people in Xiaxin Village have come to see their relatives, and the children they play at the entrance of the village are used to it.
But when the man arrived at the entrance of the village, he looked back and forth, as if he didn't know the way, trying to determine something.
This man looks like a city man in his clothes, with a pair of eyesLooking at the mirror, he was wearing a seventy percent new white shirt, gray trousers, and a cotton coat.
Among the children playing at the entrance of the village is Zhou Dahu's son. 强牺 kanzongyi.cc 读牺
Lao Tzu is the head of the village, and the people of my generation in the village naturally looked like leaders.
I saw Zhou Jianshe looked at the man, and raised his voice and asked, "Who are you? Where did you come from? What are you doing in our village?"
The man was about to ask someone to question him, but when he heard it, he hurriedly asked, "Little comrade, is this Xiaxin Village?"
"yes."
"Yes, our place is Xiaxin Village."
"Is it Xiaxin Village in Dashan Township?"
Zhou Jianshe: "We are Xiaxin Village of the Niuluoshan Brigade. Who are you?"
?Compared to Xiaxin Village in Dashan Township, the people in Xiaxin Village are more (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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