Nie Qiu put her schoolbag on one shoulder, took a deep breath, and turned to leave, her scalp was very painful, I believe that anyone who has been pulled by her hair knows that it may not hurt much to rip off a hair, but during the fight, the girl ripped off a handful of her hair. The scalp is torn and bleeding, and the pain is even worse.

Nie Qiu didn't want Nie Aifang to worry, and she didn't want Nie Aifang to know that she was fighting with others, so she could only wait for Nie Aifang to come out of the stall before going back.

went to the pharmacy to buy a box of ointment, and Nie Qiu walked on the road, feeling unusually irritable. She is only in her sixties now, and it cost her forty-five yuan to go to the teacher's place to hand in the papers for three subjects, and in the morning she dropped another four yuan, and there are only eighty-six yuan left, and now she has spent another twenty-five yuan to buy ointment.

To be honest, Nie Qiu knew that in this era, it is impossible to survive without money, money is not omnipotent, but it is impossible to live without money! She didn't want to ask Nie Aifang for money no matter what she wanted to do, in addition to being embarrassed to speak, Nie Qiu also felt guilty, she occupied this girl's body, but she couldn't help Nie Aifang guard the stall like this girl.

She is now Nie Aifang's daughter, but when it comes to reaching out for money, she can't take it for granted.

Money, she needs it so badly right now! Nie Qiu closed his eyes helplessly, sat on a bench in a community, took out the ointment, brushed his hair, and began to apply the ointment to his head. She knew she could afford to make money, but she didn't have the means.

As I said before, no one would use a child studying in class 10 as a tutor, not to mention, she is only a teenager, so young that she is not convincing at all.

An old man who was picking up garbage in the trash bin next to the bench looked at Nie Qiu and said with some embarrassment: "Girl, can you give me your ointment box?" ”

Nie Qiu took the ointment, looked at the cardboard box he had placed on the bench, and handed it to the old man without any objection.

The old man took it and smiled, "I can make a little money again!" ”

Nie Qiu was a little surprised, money? Nie Qiu smiled at the burlap bag in the old man's hand, and asked with a smile, "Grandma, how much can you buy this cardboard box?" ”

The old grandmother raised the cardboard box in her hand and said with a smile: "This kind of cardboard box can be sold for five cents a pound!" ”

Five cents...... A pound ...... Nie Qiu smiled bitterly, how much can this carton of plasters weigh? I'm afraid I don't even have twenty grams. Looking at the bottle in the old man's burlap bag, Nie Qiu asked with a smile, "What about this plastic bottle?" How much can a plastic bottle sell for? ”

Although the old woman was puzzled, she still smiled and said: "Previously, this bottle as big as a pound of mineral water bottle could be sold for a dime, but now three can only be sold for two cents." A large bottle filled with oil used to sell for five cents a piece, but now it can only be sold for three cents a piece. ”

Nie Qiu put the ointment into his schoolbag, stood up, and smiled reluctantly: "Thank you, grandmother." ”

Want to pick up bottles to sell? Thinking of the bottles of all kinds of drinks in the garbage pocket at the back of the classroom, if she could pick up dozens or hundreds of bottles a day to sell, would she be able to earn ten dollars a day? In other words, at least they can earn a day's living expenses for their family, as long as they don't eat meat that day.

Nie Qiu left the community, sighed, looked at the bustling crowd on the street, and the plastic bottles that were kicked around on the ground, and smiled wryly, can she, pull down to pick up these bottles? In this materialistic era, picking up bottles on the street is low in the eyes of others, and many times, you can see contempt in the eyes of others.

Nie Qiu frowned, glanced at a few bottles on the ground in the distance that were picked up by the old man just now, smiled slightly wryly, looked up at space, the sky had already darkened, and now it may have been past seven o'clock, Nie Aifang may have come out of the stall.

Nie Qiu tightened the schoolbag on his shoulders and walked in the direction of home. When he got home, Nie Qiu took out a key from the hollow brick at the door where the sundries were placed, opened the door, hung the schoolbag behind the door, and Nie Qiu went to the kitchen of the balcony and turned on the pot placed on the honeycomb coal stove, with cold rice on the steam lid and a large pot of hot water below.

Nie Qiu ate his meal, poured hot water into the red bathtub, and finished taking a bath with three and a half cheap Shu Fujia, Nie Qiu took out his dirty clothes and Nie Aifang's dirty clothes in the small bathroom, and threw them together in the bathtub where he was taking a bath just now, filled it with water and mixed it with his clothes and began to wash his clothes.

The whole balcony seems even more crowded, this balcony is used for cooking, and there is a shower, and it is also used to dry clothes, to be honest, Nie Qiu didn't dare to imagine it before, but her life in the past few days has made her understand a lot, sometimes, it's not that you can do what you want to do, there are still many difficulties in this world.

"Husband, I'm going to eat fried dumplings tonight, you go to the supermarket to buy some quick-frozen dumplings and come back!" Suddenly, the sound from downstairs made Nie Qiu stunned, and suddenly remembered that there was a young couple living downstairs.

Although they have been seeing each other a lot these days, the young couple does not greet them, and looks at them the same way the students at school look at them.

In fact, Nie Qiu also knew that if Nie Qiu and Nie Aifang could be cleaner before, their relationship with the neighborhood should be very good, but on the contrary, the mother and daughter were not clean.

Wait, fried dumplings? Although Nie Qiu doesn't like greasy places, what if she wraps dumplings at home and asks Nie Aifang to sell them?

As soon as he said to do it, Nie Qiu took out the remaining sixty yuan from his schoolbag and prepared to buy meat and dumpling skins. The taste of quick-frozen and handmade is not the same, Nie Qiu believes that handmade must be much better than quick-frozen!

When I went to the vegetable market to buy meat, the meat was ten yuan a catty, but because it was already late, the quality and color of the remaining meat were not as good as in the tide market, so the butcher sold it to Nie Qiu at a price of eight yuan per catty, and five catties of meat cost forty yuan. Nie Qiu also bought two catties of carrots and shallots, and the rest of the money was all used to buy dumpling skins.

As soon as she got home, Nie Qiu began to make the stuffing, she put the meat skin together and put it in the bowl, then washed the fat and lean meat and carrots, and began to chop the filling. The effect of chopping carrots and meat together is that the carrot juice can be better immersed in the meat.

There is no refrigerator at home, and these things must be made tonight and sold tonight! It took nearly an hour for Nie Qiu to chop the meat and carrots. Put the chopped stuffing into the washbasin that was washed and scalded with boiling water, Nie Qiu beat eight eggs into it, then began to put oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and then put the chopped shallots in.