Six thousand yuan, in Li Chu's opinion, is a reasonable price. Although it is three thousand more expensive than Wang Jun's house, he doesn't have to go to the trouble of helping someone find a house. If you include the favor, in fact, this price is
It's still cheap.
Now that the mother-in-law's affairs are settled, there is nothing to worry about for the time being.
As soon as the first lunar month comes out, both the people and the work units have completely come out of the lazy atmosphere during the Chinese New Year.
March has just entered the Gregorian calendar, and this time is the time for spring training of each unit. There are almost non-stop meetings of various sizes between the headquarters and the general manager.
He even attended three meetings one day, which left him exhausted.
When the time came to early April, the weather gradually warmed up, and the streets seemed to become colorful overnight. Bat shirts and bell-bottom pants sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.
Li Chu felt that he might be really old, and he really couldn't get enough of this trend, and couldn't appreciate how good this kind of dress was.
In fact, it doesn’t matter if you don’t appreciate the clothes. After all, it’s just that everyone’s vision is different.
But what does it mean when you carry a tape recorder on the street and play disco music while walking?
In the last life, he had only heard about it, but this time he actually saw it with his own eyes. It was not just one or two people, it was a group, including men and women. It was really too middle-class.
Another thing these people have in common is that the men basically wear denim bell-bottom pants, a silver iron chain tied around their waist, and a pair of artificial leather shoes that look a bit strange.
Note that men should perm their hair slightly, hold a cigarette in their mouth, stand on the roadside, spread their legs, put their weight on one leg, and shake the other leg diagonally.
The shoulders are slumped and the waist is slumped. I feel that this is a kind of decadence, which shows a kind of personality.
Women should have big waves, their bangs should be made into wavy hair, and their faces should have some weird makeup.
The most important thing is to open your mouth and speak with a Hong Kong and Taiwanese accent. According to Wang Yueyue, it is a fashion.
For example, today is Sunday. After she came back from shopping for a long time, her speech seemed to have changed. Then she was slapped unceremoniously on the back of the head by Ding Qiunan. She immediately got better. She sat on the sofa obediently and looked dignified.
, just like a lady.
"Father Chu, mother Qiunan, I want to discuss something with you two."
"What's the matter? Don't tell me you want to perm your hair?" Ding Qiunan, who was sewing shoes for his man, raised his head and looked at his daughter-in-law warily.
"Oh, mom Qiu Nan, don't worry, I will never perm my hair. Brother Xuan likes my hair like this the most." Wang Yueyue's hair has always been black and long, tied into a ponytail, and sometimes she wears it in a ponytail.
Tie into a high ponytail.
"Then what are you going to say?"
"What I want to say is, should I send my stinky baby to a nursery so that he can experience collective life and have more contact with other children of the same age?"
"Have you discussed this with Wenxuan?"
"We discussed it, and Brother Xuan agreed."
Ding Qiunan turned around and glanced at her husband, who was sitting on another single sofa reading a newspaper...
"Yueyue, you and Wenxuan are the child's parents. His education should be your concern. If you think this is good for the child, then just do it. However, remember to tell your aunt, after all
Now she almost always helps you take care of your children during the day."
Li Chu put down the newspaper in his hand, thought for a while and said.
"Mom Qiunan, what do you think?"
"I have no objection, but which daycare do you plan to send to? The one on our street? The one in the hospital? Or the one in your school?"
"It's from our school. It's inconvenient to take a detour every day from here on the street. If it's the hospital, with Father Chu and you there, the aunt at the nursery will inevitably make a ranking for the child based on the parent's position.
The parents of those children may also educate their children to let us stinky babies, I don’t want my children to be brought out to be arrogant in the future.”
() Don’t tell me, Wang Yueyue’s job as a teacher these two years was not in vain.
"Well, just discuss it with Wenxuan and go talk to your aunt."
"Okay, I'll go now."
"Yes, Yueyue now has her own ideas about educating children."
Hearing her husband's words, Ding Qiunan nodded: "Yeah, I'm a year older now, and I think about things more carefully, which is good. Come on, raise your feet and let me make some gestures."
"Not bad, just right. I was worried that it would be too small. Okay, put it down. What do you want for dinner? I'll make it later."
"Oops, I would have forgotten if you didn't tell me. Yueyue said she wanted to eat hand-made noodles this morning. I'm going to make the noodles now." Li Chu slapped his forehead and stood up.
"Then I won't care if you do anything to me."
"Well, rolling out the dough is easy, I can just do it."
Wang Yueyue can cook a lot of meals now, but she can never make the dough well. She often mixes the noodles together and it becomes a big bowl.
She is the kind of person who can add flour as much as she can when it is soft, add water endlessly when it is hard, and then keep going back and forth unknowingly. Since it happened several times, she went to knead the noodles and planned to roll them out, but in the end she changed.
After Cheng put the noodles there and steamed the steamed buns the next day, she gave up this job completely.
It’s not that I can’t bear to part with those noodles, it’s that there are too many steamed buns at home that I can’t eat.
"Xiao Chu"
"Brother-in-law, I'm in the kitchen."
"Let me ask you something."
"Well, you say."
"Isn't that bronze very valuable?"
???
Li Chu, who was making dough, stopped what he was doing and turned his head to look at Wang Ziwen who was standing at the door of the kitchen.
"Brother-in-law, why do you think so well and ask this?"
"Hey, when I was walking around in the afternoon, I heard someone say that in the ghost market over at Panjiayao, a man sold a bronze sword for more than 50,000 yuan."
Li Chu's first reaction after hearing this was that it was fake, right?
Who is crazy enough to leak their own buying and selling information? This kind of thing must be done privately and secretly. How could it be spread out? Neither party would do this.
"Brother-in-law, is this a rumor? Even if someone really trades that thing, who would reveal it? Private trading of bronzes is not allowed."
"Well, what if the person selling it says he didn't know it was a cultural relic?"
"That's enough. If you don't know it is a cultural relic and you dare to call it a cultural relic, isn't that a fraud? More than fifty thousand? Haha, this amount of money is enough to put him in jail."
"If you say so, regardless of whether this bronze is a first-class cultural relic, it cannot be bought or sold?"
"That's right, if you really get this kind of treasure, you can either hand it over and the country will give you some rewards, or you can keep it and enjoy it for yourself."