After going to the supply and marketing cooperative, Qingyao asked her three to carry herself to the post office, she suddenly thought that stamps are collectible, although the system only collects one, the stamps are out every year, she is also considered to have a fixed salary, her brother is still waiting for her outside the door, she went to ask how many versions of the stamps are out, the staff told her that there are only 15 kinds left, but eight cents a piece, Qingyao only has 8 cents left, so he only bought one, after buying stamps, the two went home.

Qingyao hid the stamps, and the big red paper was stuffed in some of the paper that the system changed generously while people were not paying attention, and the money couldn't be hidden, mainly because she had to let her grandfather help write, and she couldn't hide it. Sure enough, when she got home, Qingyao went into the house and asked 0393 to hide the stamps, and her grandmother came over

"Where did you get the money to buy so many things?"

"My mother gave it" This is the rhetoric that Qingyao discussed with her parents, if she knew that she didn't pay the money to her father, her milk would be stinky and shameless to say that she lost it.

"How much did it cost?"

"It cost five cents, and Liunier used it to write," Wang Cuihua helped explain

"What words does the little girl write, there is a fart and a waste of paper, bring the paper, I will give your fifth brother to read" Li Zhaodi doesn't know a single big word, and she doesn't want the girl in the family to read

"Steel eggs don't need this paper, steel eggs go to school, and the school gives them white paper."

"Then I'll take it to your third brother's house and keep something to wrap it up" Look, I want to give it to her third son if I have something at home.

Wang Cuihua was speechless, and wanted to open her mouth to say why should I give them my things, in the end, it was my mother-in-law, but she didn't open her mouth, Qingyao didn't care about this, she knew that her milk was healed and the scar forgot the pain.

Qingyao secretly dragged her mother's hand, threw the paper into her grandmother's arms and ran to the door, knocked on the door with a water scoop, and the ice skates under the eaves were shaken off, and she pouted and howled, "Master, master, oh, come on, you see that the milk is going to rob our family again" Yes, it's so direct.

howled a few times, not only did her grandmother howl out of the house, but the neighbors also howled, Qingyao's eyes were sharp, and she saw Grandpa Wang who was holding a melon seed and lying on the fence of her house to watch the excitement last time. Grandpa Wang also winked at her, and he was very optimistic about her.

Qing Yao ......

"What's wrong with this, don't you work idle?" Wang Shudun came from the east courtyard

"Master, I bought paper to practice calligraphy, and my grandmother has to snatch it away from my third uncle"

Wang Shudun glared at Li Zhaodi, who was weak-hearted, how many times had he told her, don't be too partial, they still followed the second child, this old lady just insisted on going her own way.

"She doesn't take your milk, what you buy is yours, not for your third uncle"

"Master, grandma also tore the paper, I said I want to practice big characters, she also said that I ruined the paper, said that girls are not worthy of culture, master, why do we give my father's and mother's share of food, we can give the third uncle's family, the children of the third uncle's family can study, I can't study, and I have to herd cattle and sheep to earn work?" Qing Yao pretended to look at her father innocently

"Shustum, what your sixth Nier said is right, you tell me, the third daughter of your family is studying, and the third daughter of your second child has come down from elementary school," the enthusiastic neighbor answered, and there are almost no secrets about who's family these days.

"Li Zhaodi, your eccentric eyes are biased to the armpits, and you can pull a little paper to the younger son? Your third son and fourth son can eat commercial grain in the city."

"Otherwise, how good it would be for the old accountant and the old lady to go to the city with the third son and the fourth son, and they would eat and drink spicy food, so they wouldn't be guilty of catching a son here to gather wool. "There are also ideas

Everyone is gossiping and giving opinions, some agree and some oppose, anyway, the more they talk, the more lively it becomes, Qingyao is happy in her heart, look at the uncles and aunts in the Northeast, how kind and helpful they are, and they can't stop their enthusiasm at more than 20 degrees below zero.

Wang Shudun smoked a few puffs of cigarette angrily, he also knew that he owed the second son a lot, but the second son's family respected the old two, the daughter-in-law had a straightforward personality and did not like to sue, the son was a stuffy gourd, he often said that his wife, but he just said it repeatedly, the second family gave in again and again, so many years have been like this, he is used to it, who would have thought that this contradiction would be exposed today.

He touched Qing Yao's head, this child's personality is much more lively after the catastrophe, and she didn't dare to say her milk so directly before. "You give her back Liunier's paper, and when spring starts next year, let Liunier go to school" Wang Shudun said directly to Li Zhaodi

Although she was unwilling, Li Zhaodi still agreed, she just picked a soft persimmon and pinched it, and she didn't dare to refute the old man's dark face.

"Master, my grandmother tore up my paper, didn't you say that you should study hard and not waste any paper? You said that when you were a child, you didn't even have paper, and you wrote on a slate. In fact, it was the clerk who put up the two scratched pieces of paper for her, but it didn't prevent her from complaining crookedly, and her grandfather did tell the original owner to cherish the books.

"Give Liunier a dollar and let her buy two books"

"I didn't ......" Li Zhaodi just took the paper but hadn't opened it yet, how could it be broken, but as soon as it was opened, there were indeed two bad papers, Li Zhaodi was stunned, could it be that he accidentally pinched it just now? Reluctantly took out a dollar and gave it to Qing Yao.

"Thank you, milk" Qing Yao took it with a smile, and inserted a needle by the way, "Milk, you have to learn to cherish things in the future, our life is not easy to come by, you can't waste things"

Li Zhaodi was so angry in her heart that she wanted to scold, but the old man was still looking at it, so she could only swallow this breath and turn around to clean up this little shameless thing.

Qingyao and the others went back to their respective houses, and the neighbors saw that there was no excitement to see, so they all went back to the house, but the topics of the night are estimated to surround Qingyao's family.

Qingyao, who earned a dollar, dedicated it to her mother

Wang Cuihua doesn't want to, "Don't you want to study, you keep buying a pen or something?"

Qing Yao didn't have much money to think about, so she could play the most effective role in this way, so she stayed.

Back in the house, Qingyao whispered to 0393, "Stamps are considered specialty, right?"

"Count, tourist, you are still smart, give you 50 points, if there is a different one in the future, you can change it!"

"Well, you can help me cut the red paper, I must have rough edges in the cut, I want to go to the city to sell it while the New Year is approaching, let's not say that the couplets on this episode are cheap, and those who can write can write can write themselves, it's not cost-effective"

"Okay, how big do you want to command?"

After Qing Yao and 0393 discussed it, Qing Yao took the cut couplet, took out the pencil from the previous school, and began to draw patterns on the edge, she also wanted to draw with colored pens, but there was nothing for sale in the town, and she didn't know if there was anything in the city, and the original owner hadn't been there, so she didn't know.

"You're very good at drawing," 0393 admired when he saw the pattern she drew on the side

"That's, it's not that I blow it, I can't catch up with what people have cultivated since childhood, inherited by the family, and my painting is still good. Qing Yao said proudly

In this way, in the noisy and busy life, Qingyao painted all the couplets with flowers, the manual is slow, and now she is almost writing, and after eating early in the morning, Qingyao pestered her father in the white eyes of her grandmother all morning, and finally pestered her father to write her couplet.