Zhang Jiaming returned home at seven o'clock in the evening of the second day of the National Day, his sister Zhang Jiali was playing the electronic piano in her house, and her mother Wang Chunling was still busy with dinner in the kitchen.

"Mom, I'm back!" Zhang Jiaming shouted in the living room with something in his hand.

The kitchen door was not closed, and Wang Chunling leaned out half of her body and responded happily: "Yo! My baby son is back, Mommy has made you something to eat! ”

"Mom, what's delicious?" Zhang Jiaming asked.

Zhang Jiaming looked at his son and was already happy, "There are fish, meat and hairy crabs, Jiaming, you go wash your hands and eat immediately." ”

Zhang Jiaming leaned towards the kitchen door with something in his hand and asked, "Mom, what day is it?" You prepare so many dishes. ”

"Silly son, today is your tenth birthday, you can forget it!" Wang Chunling replied with a smile.

"Hey, hey! If you don't remind me, I'll really forget about this stubble. Zhang Jiaming smiled and asked, "Mom, my dad hasn't come back yet?" ”

"Your dad has basically not seen him since he became the factory director, and he doesn't know how to accompany his wife and children at home during the National Day holiday, I just called his factory, and your dad said that he would come back after the meeting, and he would only be a factory director, if he became the mayor, our mother would want to meet with your dad all year round." Wang Chunling grumbled angrily.

"Mom, my dad isn't doing business, as a family member, you have to be considerate, there is a good saying, behind every successful man there is a great woman, Mom, you strive to become this great woman." Zhang Jiaming smiled and persuaded his mother.

"Don't put a top hat on your mother, your mother is an ordinary woman."

"Mom, your greatness can be more evident in the ordinary! Silent dedication is the most admirable! Zhang Jiaming began to play poor with his mother again.

"Why didn't you see that you kid was so good at talking like that? Mom admits defeat, Mom won't raise the bar with you, Mom can't lift you, Mom will do her best to be an unknown woman behind your dad now. Go, wash your hands and get ready for dinner, it's almost eight o'clock now, and your dad should come back too. Wang Chunling said.

"Well, I'll put down my things and wash my hands, the boxed lunch on the train is really unpalatable, I'm hungry right now."

"Come back!" Wang Chunli flashed out half of her body again and asked, "Jiaming, what are you carrying in your hand?" ”

"A flower pot I bought in Huhai." Zhang Jiaming replied.

"How much did it cost?" Wang Chunling asked.

Women are more sensitive to price, I have to learn from Mr. Zhou's lesson, Zhang Jiaming replied: "A flower pot and a tray only cost a total of four yuan eight, how about it, cheap or not!" ”

"You loser boy! Spend four yuan and eight from Huhai to buy this thing back, at most three yuan at the door of our community, stupid boy, you were deceived by the Huhai people of monkey spirit monkey spirit. Wang Chunling's expression was the same as Teacher Zhou's, if it weren't for the oil on her hands, her fingers would have poked at Zhang Jiaming's head, and the little head she poked would have been tilted up.

Is four dollars eight too expensive? For Mao, I didn't just say that I was pinched? It seems that the current consumption level of ordinary citizens is still overestimated, and there are still very few real tyrants like themselves who earn tens of thousands of dollars a month during this period.

Zhang Jiaming explained: "Mom, you don't understand, this is an antique, and it will be worth a lot of money in the future!" ”

"Antique fart! Eggs are four cents and five pounds, you can calculate how many pounds of eggs you can buy! Wang Chunling said angrily.

Before, Mr. Zhou measured the value of this set of Jun kiln porcelain by how many clothes he could buy, and now his mother uses the price of a few catties of eggs to measure, is this comparable?

It really doesn't matter if you're ignorant!

Zhang Jiaming returned to his room, put the priceless Jun kiln porcelain into the closet and was about to lock it, thinking that the Ming Chenghua Doucai Mulberry Cup that he had obtained from Wu Shihua was still in the bookcase, and he was about to take it down and lock it in the closet, when he turned his face to look at the bookcase, he accidentally found that the Doucai Cup worth 30 million was missing, Zhang Jiaming couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"Mom, did you take anything from my house?" Zhang Jiaming stepped into the living room in a few steps and shouted loudly.

"Why are you so loud! I was so scared that I almost threw out the bowl of ginger vinegar that I had just poured in my hand! Wang Chunling came out of the kitchen with a delicate small cup in her hand and complained.

Tyrannical creatures! Zhang Jiaming almost knelt down directly to his mother, and you used 30 million things to hold vinegar! I almost threw it away!

"Mom, don't be nervous, relax, well, just sauce, hand me the small porcelain bowl in your hand slowly, it's dripping!"

Zhang Jiaming carefully took the bowl of ginger vinegar from his mother's hand, and immediately changed his face and complained: "Mom, have you made a mistake?" This small bowl is an object in the palace of the Ming Dynasty, it is a precious cultural relic, and it is worth a lot! How can you take it for vinegar? ”

Wang Chunling immediately went online, "What's wrong with the things in the palace?" The rotten feudal dynasty has been overthrown by us for many years, and now we are the masters of the house, everyone is equal, even the things used by the emperor can be used as much as we want! At a young age, I think you are a feudal serf, and your thinking is still very serious! ”

"Mom, you can button the hat casually, but this small bowl really can't be used, I'll change it for you." Zhang Jiaming took the ginger vinegar to the kitchen.

At this time, Zhang Weiqun pushed the door in with a big cake in his hand, and asked with a smile: "I heard ******** big debate going on in the room just now, what's going on?" ”

Zhang Jiaming came out with a bucket cup that had just been flushed with tap water in his hand and complained, "This porcelain bowl I bought from the antique market, it is something in the court of the Ming Dynasty, my mother used it to serve vinegar at home while I was not at home, I didn't let her use it, she gave me a big hat!" ”

"Wang Chunling, I have to say two words to you, no matter what, this thing is after all left by the ancestors, and it is the crystallization of the wisdom of the ancient working people of our country, and we must cherish it as future generations!"

"I've only been the factory director for a few days, and the official tone has come out." Wang Chunling said with a smile.

Zhang Weiqun said to Zhang Jiaming again: "This bowl looks quite exquisite, son, how much did you spend to buy it?" ”

Zhang Jiaming said in his heart that we must learn from the lessons of the past, and the lower the price, the better.

Zhang Jiaming calmly stretched out five fingers, "It only cost five cents." ”

Zhang Weiqun took out five yuan from his wallet and said, "Since it's so cheap, you can buy ten for your father tomorrow!" ”

Well, dare to love this time, but it's cheap again! He's too expensive, you're too cheap, what kind of trouble are you going to make when you're adults!

"This is not something you can buy if you want to!" Zhang Jiaming was in a hurry and almost sang "Love Trading".

"Look at your son's embarrassment, you can't even speak." Wang Chunling smiled and blamed Zhang Weiqun.

Zhang Weiqun was unrelenting, and said with an expression of seeing what you should do: "I don't want the same paragraph, but I want the same dynasty and the same generation, son, my father's requirements are not high, right?" ”

What to do? Chilled salad! Zhang Jiaming replied: "Well, I'll do my best, but I can't say the delivery time." ”

Wang Chunling pushed open the door of her daughter's room and said, "Carrie, don't play the piano, your father and your brother are back, you should also hurry out to eat." ”

Zhang Jiali came out of the bathroom after washing her hands, her father had already lit the ten candles on the cake, and her mother turned off the light in the living room, and the candlelight reflected Zhang Jiaming's little face.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you......"

A full sense of happiness instantly surged over Zhang Jiaming's whole body.

"Little birthday boy, make a wish first and then blow out the candles." Zhang Jiali said.

Zhang Jiaming closed his eyes, clasped his hands in front of his chest for a few seconds, then took a deep breath and blew out the candle.

"My brother is so sloppy, his saliva is blowing on the cake, do you want the family to eat your cake or eat your saliva?" Zhang Jiali giggled and said.

Zhang Jiaming turned on the light in the living room and began to cut the cake for everyone, and his father pointed to the cake and said: "In January, such a big cake for Carrie's birthday was six yuan, which has risen by two yuan in less than a year." ”

"Dad, you bought me a fourteen-inch cake in January, and my brother should be sixteen-inch one, right? My dad is also starting to be patriarchal now. Zhang Jiali said.

"How is that possible? I obviously remember that I bought you a sixteen-inch cake, Jiaming, you have a good brain, you remember if Dad bought a sixteen-inch cake for your sister. Zhang Weiqun asked his son for confirmation.

I can't remember this! No matter how good my mind is, I can't remember the size of a cake thirty years ago, if only I had come back a month earlier.

"Sister, when you celebrate your next birthday, I'll buy you such a big double cake, okay?" Zhang Jiaming gestured with his hand and said.

"Or my brother cares about me the most, oh yes, Jiaming, did you bring any gifts for my sister when you went to Huhai this time?" Zhang Jiali asked.

"I bought it, you and your mother each have a silk scarf, and you also bought a hero brand gold pen for our father, you wait for me to get it for you now." Zhang Jiaming put down the cake in his hand and went back to his room to get the gift.

Wang Chunling counted down her daughter, "You are diligent, your brother has a birthday today, and you, who are a sister, never thought of giving your brother a gift." ”

Zhang Jiali said: "I am an out-and-out proletariat, and my brother is now a big capitalist, and the monthly manuscript fee is five or six hundred yuan, which is almost enough to catch up with the salary of the two of you for half a year." ”

Zhang Weiqun said with a smile: "Dare you to fight local tyrants and divide the land!" ”

Zhang Jiali ate the cake and said, "Dad, you are right, my brother should be the biggest tyrant in our family, and even the biggest tyrant among all the relatives in our family." ”

"Carrie, what you said is really wrong, the biggest tyrant among our relatives should be your eldest cousin!" Seeing that Zhang Jiali was a little confused, Wang Chunli explained: "It's the one who came to our house during the Spring Festival and asked your father to find a job for him, I heard that this kid opened a video hall in the staff activity center of the Mining Bureau, and the people who watch the video every day are full, I estimate that he can earn at least one or two thousand yuan a month." ”

"Say less!" Zhang Jiaming came out with a gift and said casually.

"Say less?" Wang Chunli stared at her son suspiciously.

"I mean, I've got a little less of a gift for you." Zhang Jiaming hurriedly rounded the words back.

"As long as you always think about your mother in your heart, no matter how young the gift is, your mother will be happy, my son quickly bring the silk scarf he bought for his mother, and my mother will see if it looks good!" Wang Chunli said.

Seeing the joy of his mother and sister huddled in front of the mirror and looking left and right, and his father's expression of joy with a pen in his hand, Zhang Jiaming's heart was really sweeter than eating honey.