bookrandom Chapter 382 Going to Buy Tomorrow
Chapter 382 Going to Buy Tomorrow
In mid-April, the sun shone brightly on the earth, and the weather outside was already quite warm.
Huang Ling and Song Ying were comfortably sitting in the yard, sunbathing and peeling quail eggs.
Song Ying gently placed the peeled quail eggs into the bowl and asked, "Sister Ling, Xiao Jun is taking the high school entrance exam this year. I've noticed he comes to see Teacher Zhuang for tutoring every Saturday. How's his studies going?"
Huang Ling paused. "Song Ying, you know, I really don't want to deal with Lao Wu and A-mei. Putting everything else aside, how could Lao Wu do such a thing? Shanshan is his own daughter, not A-mei's. Shanshan didn't even come back for the New Year this year; I only found out from Aunt Li when I went to sell vegetables."
Song Ying curled her lip and snorted coldly.
"Shanshan didn't come back, it must be because Lao Wu wouldn't allow it. He only cares about his own pleasure and doesn't care about his children. He'll regret it sooner or later. Didn't Lao Wu and Amei come to wish us a Happy New Year?"
Huang Ling dampened her finger with water and flicked it gently toward Song Ying. "You live right across from me, don't you know what's going on in my family? Why are you asking me? They haven't come."
Song Ying shook her head, feeling somewhat angry.
"That old Wu, he's just trying to take advantage. Tu Nan and Xiao Ting weren't infected with hepatitis A at all, they're perfectly fine, and he just pretends he doesn't know anything. Teacher Zhuang tutored Xiao Jun for nothing, he doesn't understand any social etiquette. Although we don't live in the same alley anymore, we're not far apart, it's only a ten-minute walk. Shan Shan made the right decision to get into university and leave that home."
Huang Ling nodded, her eyes filled with heartache.
"Shanshan mailed me a letter, thanking Chaoying for tutoring Xiaojun. Shanshan is nothing like Lao Wu, more like her deceased mother. There was even fifty yuan in the letter. I just feel sorry for Shanshan. Her mother passed away early, and she didn't have a good father. Xiaojun studies very hard, and Chaoying said that if he keeps this up, he'll have no problem getting into a vocational school."
Song Ying picked up the peeled quail eggs and stood up. "Shanshan is sensible and will definitely have a bright future. Sister Ling, I'm going back to cook."
Huang Ling also stood up. "I should start cooking too; they'll be off work in half an hour."
Before Song Ying could even step out of the courtyard, Huang Ling called her back. "Song Ying, don't go yet. Prices for everything are going up. Do you think we should stock up on some daily necessities? If we're going tomorrow, Sunday, we'll have to get up early."
Song Ying, holding the plate, answered without thinking. "Stock up, Sister Ling. Yesterday, when Wu Feng came home from get off work, he saw A-mei riding a tricycle back with a color TV. It used to cost 1,000 yuan for an 11-inch TV, but now it's 1,200 yuan. Laundry detergent, soap, oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar have all gone up in price. Let's go to the state-run store and queue up first thing tomorrow morning."
When Huang Ling thought about the gold she and Chao Ying had bought before, she felt that she was really very prescient, as the price of gold was rising much faster than wages.
She nodded. "Then it's settled. We'll leave at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."
Watching Song Ying leave, she turned around and went into the kitchen to start cooking.
As Zhuang Chaoying rode her motorcycle, she saw many women, young girls, and young wives on the street, carrying net bags, coming out of state-run stores. It seemed that the price increase had finally arrived.
Fortunately, he had the upper hand and bought two houses outside the city. Now everything is going up in price, so he can leave a fortune for Xiaoting and Tunan.
As I pushed the motorcycle into the yard, I smelled the aroma of meat. "Ah Ling, I'm back! Did you make braised pork? It smells so good!"
After parking the car, I took the briefcase out of the trunk and went inside. I saw Ah Ling cooking in the kitchen, so I put the briefcase on the cabinet.
Entering the kitchen, Zhuang Chaoying turned on the tap, lathered up some soap, and washed her hands.
She took out a bowl and chopsticks from the cupboard, saw that the rice cooker light had turned green, and opened it to release the aroma of rice. "Ah Ling, I saw a lot of people hoarding daily necessities on the street when I got off work today."
Huang Ling ladled the braised pork onto a plate. "Song Ying and I were thinking of going to stock up on some more tomorrow morning."
Zhuang Chaoying ladled out two bowls of rice and held them up. "I'll go with you; I'm afraid you won't be able to squeeze past them."
Stir-fried bok choy and braised pork belly are dishes that taste better when there are only two people around.
He noticed that Ah Ling's appetite wasn't very good and her complexion was a bit pale. He reached out and touched her forehead; it wasn't hot. "Ah Ling, you don't look well. Do you want me to take you to the hospital to get it checked out?"
Huang Ling ate her vegetables and shook her head. "I've been feeling really tired lately, not getting enough sleep. I guess I haven't been resting well. It's nothing serious."
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The Lin family next door.
Song Ying and Lin Wufeng had just finished dinner and were sitting side by side on the sofa.
Lin Wufeng picked up an apple and carefully peeled it with a fruit knife, one stroke at a time. After a while, he finished peeling it and handed it to Song Ying.
Song Ying reached out and took the apple, then opened her mouth and took a big bite.
She chewed on an apple, her eyes glazed over as she thought about something.
Her favorite book, "Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio," was being broadcast on TV, and she lost all interest in watching it.
Lin Wufeng turned his head and saw that she looked absent-minded. He was a little worried and reached out to shake her shoulder. "Song Ying, what's wrong? What are you thinking about?"
Song Ying stood up abruptly.
She casually handed the half-eaten apple in her hand to Lin Wufeng next to her, then hurried upstairs, leaving a bewildered Lin Wufeng sitting on the sofa.
Lin Wufeng took a bite of the remaining half of the apple in his hand.
Before he could finish the apple, he saw Song Ying coming downstairs.
Song Ying walked over and sat down next to Lin Wufeng, holding a passbook and two fixed deposit certificates in her hand.
He took a calculator and added all the money together.
“Wu Feng, our family has 76,391 yuan in savings, and some spare change. You know how high prices are these days, Wu Feng, what are we going to do? With so much money, if prices go up again, we won’t even be able to buy half of what we used to be able to buy.”
Lin Wufeng took the passbook, his expression turning serious.
He thought to himself that the price of raw materials in his factory was also rising. Price liberalization led to a significant increase in production costs, and the cost price of his own products naturally followed suit.
This 70,000 yuan used to be enough to buy 14 of the houses they live in now, but now it can only buy seven.
He looked down at the numbers on the passbook.
After a moment, Lin Wufeng looked up. "Take out 36,000. Keep the change at home for everyday shopping. We'll use all 36,000 to buy gold. There's an old saying that gold is valuable in times of chaos, and that's not just a casual remark."
Upon hearing this, Song Ying's eyes widened in surprise as she looked at him. Then she reached out and snatched the two deposit slips. "No, these are fixed-term deposits, they haven't matured yet. It would be a huge loss to withdraw them now."
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