The Yuan family wants Yuan Chunhua's boss Fang Xiaochuan, because the child can earn work when he is older, and Zhang Tiezhu wants the youngest, because he thinks that the child doesn't remember anything, he can be raised, and he will be his own son in the future.

It's a pity that the plans of the Yuan family and Zhang Tiezhu have failed.

No one in the village wants to raise someone else's son, and if you don't raise it, it's too much food, it's not a girl's piece, and when you grow up, you can also collect some bride price and marry out.

It's not that the members don't have compassion, it's that it's not easy for every family.

Jiang Xinyu sighed in her heart, a good person said that it was gone, leaving four children, and it was also a poor person.

Yuan Chunhua's body was still in the house, and Chen Xiuyun didn't let the two daughters go to see it, and went to her yard with four hard-boiled eggs and a few cakes.

Chen Xiuyun was not the only one who sent food to the four children, and the four children's eyes were as swollen as walnuts.

Chen Xiuyun can't bear it in her heart, but what can she do?

The next morning, Chen Yi found out about this, discussed it with his mother, and gave the family stick noodles to the four children for ten catties.

In order to avoid Zhang Dali, the wheat brought back from Guizi Mountain has not been disposed of yet, but recently Widow Wang has worked hard to secretly grind some to eat, which can be regarded as a deduction from Chen Yi's share.

Zhang Dali is a time bomb, the risk of selling wheat is quite high, Chen Yi doesn't want to go out anymore, thinking about waiting for Li Lei to come back next time, and directly give the corresponding money.

Yuan Chunhua's eldest son Fang Xiaochuan is not very old, but he seems to be much more sensible than babies of the same age.

Chen Yi touched his head and said, "Hide all the grain, and don't tell anyone, do you know?" ”

Fang Xiaochuan nodded vigorously, with a bag of tears in his eyes.

Ten catties of grain can't be eaten for long, and such a subsidy can't be cut off in the future.

Chen Yi doesn't feel sorry for food, and he doesn't judge Yuan Chunhua's right or wrong, anyway, these four children are really pitiful.

Jiang Xinyu is going to school, and in the past two days, Chen Xiuyun has boiled some chili sauce, mixed with some crushed ginger and peanuts, and added some white sugar, and the taste is quite good.

Xie Xiaofang told her that the school has a special cook to cook a big pot of rice for the teacher, and the place of eating is in the male teacher's collective dormitory.

The cooks have a small ledger dedicated to bookkeeping, and whoever eats a few meals and dishes will remember it clearly, and the accounts are settled once a month. However, before each meal, you must report to the cook in advance, so that the cook can prepare enough meals.

Compared with the big pot of rice with a large number of students, the number of teachers is much less, but according to Xie Xiaofang, the taste of that rice is just like that, and people want to vomit when they eat Chinese cabbage in winter.

Being a teacher is the first time in two lifetimes, and Jiang Xinyu is a little excited.

Chen Xiuyun hasn't gone to work for the past few days, and today she went to see Jiang Xinyu with Jiang Yuzhu.

The old cabinet at home is in the back seat of the bicycle, and there is a straw pocket hanging from the handlebar with a large watermelon in it, and the cloth pocket is filled with chili sauce and some food.

When they arrived at the dormitory, Song Guifang, her man Zhu Lin and the children were there.

Six people packed the room to the brim.

The two parties inevitably had to say hello, and Chen Xiuyun took out a fruit hard candy and gave it to Song Guifang's daughter.

After settling down, Chen Xiuyun rode a bicycle and took Jiang Yuzhu back.

Song Guifang and her man also went back with the child, and the dormitory was much quieter in an instant.

Jiang Xinyu took a basin and washed her face, and then went to the barber shop to cut her hair.

The original owner's hair is thick and long, black and shiny, and every time he washes his hair, it is a big project, and people who can't stand the heat in summer.

I heard that she can still sell her hair for money this year, but I don't know how much her hair can sell.

"Sister Song, I'm going to cut my hair, do you want to go?"

Song Guifang kept the Liu Hulan hairstyle that many women would keep in recent years, and her hair couldn't be cut shorter, but she wanted to go to the supply and marketing cooperatives to buy something, so she simply got up and went with her.

"Your hair is so good, you can sell it at a higher price at the barber shop in the county, but in our commune, it is estimated that it will not be sold for a dollar."

Song Guifang is also a person who has sold hair, and she knows a lot about this.

Jiang Xinyu touched her braid and said, "It's too hot, I can't wait to go to the county, and I'll negotiate with the boss later." ”

She has endured this long hair for a long time, it looks good, and the heat is really hot.

The barbershop was very simple, and the people who came to cut their hair sat on stools, and when they arrived, they didn't even have a place to sit.

When it was Jiang Xinyu's turn, the boss looked at her long hair and her eyes were shining, "Where did you cut it?" If it's like that lesbian, I'll give you a dollar. ”

Song Guifang was a little surprised when she heard this, one dollar, but it was a lot, she had only sold it for four cents before, but her hair was yellow, and she was split ends, and she was not as long as Jiang Xinyu.

Jiang Xinyu gestured, and when it came to the shoulder, it had to be longer than Song Guifang's hair, "Just cut it that long, my hair is good, I can change more when I go to the county, if you are less than one, I will wait to go to the county." ”

Although they are all state-run barber shops, they can be regarded as competition, and if there is competition, they can bargain.

The man saw that her hair was so good, and gritted his teeth in agreement.

So Jiang Xinyu sold it for a dollar by cutting her hair.

The master's craftsmanship is not bad, Jiang Xinyu also made some requirements when cutting, and when the cutting is finished, the whole person is a lot easier.

She put the wide headband on her head, her hair was scattered, and she saw that the image in the mirror was still a little different from before, a little more gentle, but it still looked a little childish.

"Little Jiang, do you have a partner?"

Who doesn't like good-looking people, Jiang Xinyu, her mother and sister also seem to be people with some culture, Song Guifang suddenly wanted to introduce Jiang Xinyu to someone.

However, the relationship between the two was colleagues at the beginning, and the relationship was not so close, and it was not too easy to mention, so they had to inquire about the basic situation of the people first.

Jiang Xinyu said truthfully: "I have a partner, and I may get married at the end of the year, he is a film projectionist in the commune." ”

Song Guifang was stunned for a moment, "Is your surname Xu or Chen?" The gay man surnamed Xu seems to be married. ”

Why don't you know a projectionist in a commune, but everyone in the commune's health team knows it?

"The surname Chen is my object."

Song Guifang nodded, and had to rest thinking about introducing her to the object. She envied in her heart, both of them had jobs, and they would definitely be no worse in the future.

There was no food at school at night, Jiang Xinyu ate chili sauce on Wowotou, and ate fruit dan peel and puff pastry snacks, and her small life was still very beautiful.

The next day, students reported that the school had organized a meeting with teachers.

Jiang Xinyu is a substitute teacher, not a class teacher, but she is also busy that day, and at three o'clock, Liu Jun organized a meeting with the teachers.