"Who took his letter?"

"It's his second uncle, and the village party secretary of your village, what's the matter? You haven't even seen the letter? ”

Song Wenjun's heart sank, and he asked quietly, "See, he said that the remittance ......?"

The staff suddenly lowered their voices and looked serious, "I said that you comrade, there are boats going ashore on your island every three days, how convenient it is to go back and forth, you had better come to get the remittance yourself, it is always bad to go through other people's hands." ”

Hehe! It's really greasy.

"Thank you, eldest sister, you are right, I was negligent before."

She asked again, "When does Lu Yunting usually send money?" ”

"Around the 20th of each month, there are no two days before and after."

"Eldest sister, my Yunting didn't tell me how much money to send back......"

"Huh? How much did your second uncle give you? ”

"Five, five."

The eldest sister couldn't close her mouth in surprise, "Oh, you stupid girl, they are too lacking in morality, every time you send fifty yuan, why do you only receive five yuan?" ”

Song Wenjun smiled, thanked her and turned to leave.

At the counter, the eldest sister shared the incident with her colleagues, "The clothes on my body are patched and patched, and they are thin and small, and I must have lived a tight life." ”

"One of those two people is her own uncle, and the other is the village party secretary, who is greedy for her money, and she really lacks great virtue."

Standing on the street, Song Wenjun looked up at the blue sky, there is no modern industry, there is no pollution of air, soil and water, but people's hearts are extremely dirty.

Pity this family for three years of suffering.

If Lu Yunting knew that his parents could only lie on the kang and wait for death because they had no money for treatment, how would he feel?

Originally, she wanted to seek justice for Lu Jiaming, but now she has changed her mind.

There is a debtor who is wronged, and he will avenge his own revenge.

She didn't believe that Lu Yunting didn't know what kind of people her uncle and village party secretary were.

Leaving money to someone else to manage, his parents died within three years, and his younger brother was blind, whether it was him or the department that absorbed him, why should she intervene in his cause and effect?

What she has to do now is how to feed Sanzhangzui, but she doesn't mind making a fuss about this matter, first punish the old branch secretary a little, and let him know that he will have to pay it back sooner or later.

The county town during the day is much more lively than at night, passing by the supply and marketing cooperative, she walked in with her legs raised.

She can ignore Lu Yunting's affairs, but Li Hui hit her with the idea, so she can't be cheap to this hungry ghost.

Li Hui's work attitude today is very negative, the counter where he is sells daily necessities, and there are many customers, so he likes to ignore anything when asked.

I finally saw Song Wenjun yesterday, but I let the crazy girl run away without even holding a hand.

The more I thought about it, the more depressed I became, and I made a mistake in my hands, and the customer asked for soy sauce, and he gave him vinegar; If he wanted to pack salt, he took sugar, which made everyone very angry.

"I want a forty-watt light bulb, and a fuse, a match, and a flashlight, and two batteries."

The salesperson at the hardware counter was a girl in her twenties, and when she saw Song Wenjun's dress, she had a look of disdain on her face, and she passed her and beckoned the man behind her to buy something.

After a while, Song Wenjun repeated what he was going to buy.

"Wait, don't you see I'm selling?"

"Sister, I'm the only one at the counter."

The man left without buying anything, and the salesman was pouting and angry.

"What's wrong with you alone? I'm going to have to serve you alone? ”

"Or else? Do you serve the air? ”

"Whatever? I can sell if I want, I can serve whoever I want, and you can get out if you can't stand it. ”

"What's your attitude? Call your manager, I'm going to complain about you. ”