Chapter 147: The Profession of Burning Money
He watched Jiang Xiao pay, and after such a while, not including the five yuan of public funds, she had already spent more than ten yuan on the things she bought!
Originally, Jiang Songhai felt that they had made a huge amount of money, and thought that they could save at least a dozen yuan, but it was almost spent in less than an hour!
When they bought rice and flour seasonings and meat, Jiang Xiao had eight cents left in his hand.
Jiang Songhai's steps were even more vain, and he broke out in a cold sweat over and over again.
After buying all the things, I still went to the big banyan tree to wait for the ox cart in the village.
After paying another dime, there are only seven cents left.
"Uncle Songhai, you didn't bring Jiang Xiao with you when you came in the morning, why is she here?" There were three other villagers in the car, and they were surprised to see Jiang Xiao.
Jiang Songhai pulled out a wry smile.
"She came with someone else this morning. ”
can't be too clear, otherwise it will be known that she was not at home last night, living in someone else's house, and I don't know what rumors will come out of the village when I return to the village.
If it weren't for Jiang Songhai and Ge Liutao both doting on Jiang Xiao, she wouldn't return overnight, and she would have to smoke it first when she saw it.
Fortunately, the three villagers who made the same ox cart this time were not those with broken mouths, and they were not interested in how Jiang Xiao came to the town, but they were surprised to see so many things on their backs.
The rice and noodles are all packed in sacks, and you can't see what they are. The meat dish dressing is placed in a back basket, which is covered with a cloth, and it is not visible.
It's just that the bunch of things Jiang Xiao was holding were packed in a plain linen satchel bought at the bookstore, and half of the rice paper was exposed. The mouth of the bag is open, and you can see the paint pencil inside.
They know the preciousness of these things, the Jiang family has always been so poor, where did they get the money to buy these?
"Jiang Xiao, is this what the teacher asked to buy?" A man couldn't sit still, his sister was also studying, why didn't he mention buying these things?
Jiang Xiao felt that this man was so familiar when he called his name, and he couldn't help but feel a little strange.
"No, this is what I want to use myself, and the teacher didn't ask for it. ”
Maybe in the schools in the county and city, the art teachers ask to buy these things, but it is not possible in the Siyang Village Primary School, where the teachers know what the conditions are in the students' homes.
Learning to paint is a very expensive profession, where can the villagers of Siyang Village afford it?
The man breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I'll just say that my little apricot never said she wanted to buy these things." ”
Little apricots?
Sun Xiaoxing?
Jiang Xiao suddenly remembered that this man should be Sun Xiaoxing's second brother Sun Jinhe.
Jiang Xiao didn't take this matter to heart.
There are too many people in the same company, and it is inconvenient to follow the outside bus, but seeing that he was in a trance along the way, Jiang Xiao inevitably felt guilty.
She knew that the speed at which she was spending money today scared her grandfather.
But today the money has to be spent.
When they arrived at the village, the two jumped off the ox cart and walked home briskly.
Jiang Xiao is in a very good mood because he finally made money to buy what he wants, and he can practice painting to his heart's content, so he can't wait to hurry up and paint some paintings that can be used, on the one hand, to practice painting skills, and then explore the magic of that brush, on the other hand, to prepare well for the next time he enters Baigu Mountain.
She's still waiting to make another fortune on those mountain goods.
But Jiang Songhai is because of the ups and downs, and now his mood has not calmed down.
He felt that he had to go back home and be in a familiar place to be able to feel more at ease.
They made twenty-four dollars in one morning!