Rebirth Space Farming

Chapter 147 Unexpected "New Year's Money"

The good news came one after another.After Mrs. Feng took the bottles of mixed medicine, she saw that her daughter-in-law had taken a lot of care of her son, and she politely competed with her to do the housework at home, so she felt relieved.

Before the Chinese New Year, Mrs. Feng clamored to go home.

After Feng Xing tried to persuade her a few times, the old lady's temper could not be persuaded by anyone.Fengxing had no choice but to go to the train ticket window, waited for an afternoon, and finally bought a refunded ticket from a person who came to refund the ticket temporarily.

Zhuo Feng tasted the sweetness from the pair of presbyopic glasses, and before her mother-in-law left, she went to the street and bought some decent old man's padded jackets, the plum red ones were for old lady Feng, and the pitch black ones were for Feng Xing's stepfather , and a pair of Kenai sneakers for Feng Xing's brother.

Mrs. Feng accepted the gift, and praised her daughter-in-law for being sensible, and her son was not as thoughtful as she thought.

When sending Mrs. Feng to the train, the old lady wiped the corners of her eyes, "Son, go home and have a look next year when you have time, the village is much better than when you just left. Your father's temper is also better than before, Your younger brother is going to marry a wife next year, you must go home and have a look."

After hearing this, Fengxing also burst into tears, and the two mother and son parted ways amidst the sound of the train slowly leaving.

Zhuo Feng stood at the back and made a victory gesture with Xiao Xian. After a wonderful counterattack between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, this year has passed much more smoothly than previous years.

Not long after Mrs. Feng left, Feng Xing also made up his mind and resigned from his job at the Social Security Bureau. However, before he started to resign, a letter of denunciation appeared in the mailbox of the discipline inspection office.

"Uncle, you did a great job." The day Feng Xing resigned happened to coincide with the New Year's Eve, Zhuo Feng cooked the kitchen himself, using the potatoes brought by Mrs. Feng, and the eggplants and tomatoes picked from the rooftop, Buy some spare ribs and seafood, and make a table full of New Year's Eve dinner.

"I really miss the days when my mother was around," Zai Zhuo Feng said with feeling after he came out of the kitchen with a greasy smell and tasted the plate of vinegared potato shreds she made himself.

"What's the matter?" Feng Xing wondered, his wife's performance this year is really good. Although her cooking skills have not improved, she has stepped up several steps to get along with her mother, which is even more gratifying than China's existing economic situation.

"I know the reason," Xiaoxian held up a pair of chopsticks, and picked up a few potatoes with uneven thickness and length, "When Grandma Feng was here, the shredded potatoes would not be cut into potato cubes, and white sugar would not be treated as Put the salt."

"You damn girl, eat yours," Zhuo Feng blushed, Xiao Xian guessed all the things in his heart, but the niece was right, she, Zhuo Feng, was destined not to be a good wife mother.

"Hahaha," Feng Xing watched the aunt and nephew laughing and not listening, and felt warm in his heart. After tonight, it will be a new year and a new century. In the 21st century, what awaits their family will be a better future.

On the first New Year's Eve in BJ, Xiaoxian tasted a different way to celebrate the New Year.Fireworks and firecrackers are not allowed in the city, so I can only watch the Spring Festival Gala.The sketch cross talk or something is quite entertaining.

Before going to bed, Xiaoxian tried to call the village. It was too late and Zhu Shijun was not found, but through the telephone, the laughter from the villagers watching TV at Mrs. Wangcai's house and the children The noise made Xiaoxian feel the New Year's atmosphere in Gecun.

"Sister Wangcai, tell grandpa that electric lights and telephones will be available in the village next year," Xiao Xian shouted into the telephone receiver, hoping that Mrs. Wangcai would take her words with her.

With the cable, let Uncle Sangouzi go to the city to find an electrician, and she will be able to talk to grandpa on the phone during the Chinese New Year next year.

"Hey, what are you talking about, kid? Telephone and light? Ah, there will be some," Mrs. Wangcai's voice was noisy, and she couldn't hear it very clearly.

"Xiao Xian, come here quickly, there is Feng Gong's sketch, hurry up," Zhuo Feng sat on the sofa, leaning forward and backward with a smile.

"Oh," Xiaoxian said a few more words before hanging up the phone reluctantly.On TV, a very happy sketch actor made people inside and outside the TV laugh again and again.

Feng Xing and Zhuo Feng gave Xiao Xian a lucky money red envelope and said some auspicious words, and this New Year's Eve was finally over.

Before going to sleep, Xiao Xian called Zeng Xuerou and Zhang Yiyi again.Zeng Xuerou had just come back from a social outing with her mother. With the hangover medicine, Zeng's mother could be regarded as a big killer in the wine market today. After returning home, she sealed a big red envelope for Zeng Xuerou and gave a red envelope , asked Zeng Xuerou to hand it over to Xiao Xian.

Zeng Xuerou also told Xiaoxian that she had responded to her post on the forum, and told her to wait for her good news in the next few days.

As for the phone call to Zhang Yiyi, it seemed a little funny.The phone rang several times, and when Xiao Xian was about to hang up, Zhang Yiyi's ethereal voice came over the phone, "Hey, Xiao Xian, you woke up, it's so early."

Xiaoxian suppressed a smile, said "it's still midnight, happy new year", and immediately hung up the phone.As you can imagine, Zhang Yiyi on the other end of the phone looked dull on time.

After hanging up the phone, the living room was quiet, the clock had already pointed to twelve o'clock, and it was midnight. Xiaoxian sat on the sofa in the living room with her knees hugged, watching the New Year's fireworks rising outside the window, soaring in the air. In the sky, a bunch of red and a bunch of green dyed the black sky into festive colors.

His fingers touched the lonely red envelope on his knee, the city and the village were really different.When she was in the village, she could receive a lot of red envelopes, from grandpa to sister-in-law Lian to Yezi's parents, the village chief, and Uncle Sangouzi, all vying to give her red envelopes.It's not a question of more money or less money, it's just an atmosphere.

"Speaking of red envelopes, let's deposit them in the bank," Xiaoxian still remembered the passbook that Zhu Shijun gave her, saying that her New Year's money was stored in it since she was a child.She had thought about giving Zhuo Feng that passbook before as living expenses.But Zhuo Feng sent it back without even looking at it.

Xiaoxian remembered the passbook, so she went to the house to look for it, and found the passbook that was kept in the bedside cabinet.

"Put money in the space, after all, it's not a solution. It's better to save it in the bank, and there is interest in the bank." While missing the purity of the countryside, Xiao Xian also got used to the city's lifestyle unconsciously. .Taking the bus to shuttle among high-rise buildings in the city, occasionally going to KFC with friends, watching a movie, her life track has deviated from the original direction.

Xiaoxian opened the passbook, on which her name was written, it should be the Zhushi Military User Account that opened the account for her, and the specific deposit amount was listed below.

"One, two, three. Five, six," Xiao Xian stopped, and looked forward, there were six zeros, beginning with a seven. 70, and there is a fraction of 500 yuan at the end of the number, which is the amount of lucky money she received last year.

"My new year's money is 70 in total." Xiaoxian looked at the thin red passbook, if Zhuo Feng knew that the last time she threw away a huge sum of 70, how would she react.

70 is equivalent to two apartments that Xiaoxian lives in now, which is equivalent to Fengxing's decades of salary income. Even if Xiaoxian is killed, she will not believe that an 11-year-old girl can earn a lot of money in a limited 11 years. To such a huge amount of New Year's money.

This money also solves Xiaoxian's urgent need. The cost of the cable in the village and the cable that the "sugar cane seedlings" need to eat, with the 70 yuan, should be enough to pay.

However, another question arose. Is the 70 yuan clean money or dirty money? Could it be that Zhu Shijun is really a corrupt official as outsiders say.Thinking about the passbooks in the hands of these little fresh people are a little hot.

"I remember that my grandfather gave me a party constitution with a few names on it." Xiaoxian found a party constitution again. On the title page, there were several people's names written on it. The handwriting should have been left many years ago. .If you have a chance, you must ask a few of them. Xiaoxian knows that when Zhu Shijun was in BJ, he was the director of the Tobacco Bureau. Those who have the same old party constitution as him are probably the leading cadres of the older generation.

The night went on.

In Zhou Ziang's room, all the books and decorations on the desk were put aside.

Zhou Ziang changed into the white lab coat he wore in the laboratory, and put on rubber gloves on his hands.A few decoctions of traditional Chinese medicine found from a Chinese medicine store were put aside.

An alcohol lamp and simple test tubes are all Zhou Ziang's experimental equipment.

"Domestic is no better than foreign countries, it can only make do, I hope the test results can be seen by others," Zhou Ziang mixed several Chinese medicines together, put them under his nose and smelled them.

Compared with western medicine, traditional Chinese medicine has the principle of mutual generation and mutual restraint. What Zhou Ziang needs to do is to purify and improve the original formula.

After mixing several Chinese medicines together, the color became deeper, and Zhou Ziang's brows also wrinkled into a beautiful "Chuan" character.

"It's strange, no one has ever mixed these types of medicines in the Chinese medicine ceremony, but when they are mixed together, they are surprisingly harmonious. The effect of sobering up is better than that of concentrated western medicine capsules, and the taste is also very good," Zhou Ziang said. In the beginning, he just reported the idea of ​​helping the people of the country and dealt with this prescription, so at this time, he has already developed a strong interest in the poster who provided the formula.

When the first red and green fireworks on New Year’s Eve were set off outside the window, Zhou Ziang extinguished the alcohol lamp, and there was already a mixture of granular pills on the table. However, this kind of pills still has a shortcoming. The efficacy of the medicine has to be discounted to a certain extent, but it can still maintain 50.00% of the efficacy.For traditional Chinese medicine, such a result is already considered very good.

"Tomorrow, I can leave a message to the person who posted it. If you are in China, you can consider meeting with me. I am also curious about what kind of person can concoct such a prescription." Zhou Ziang said to himself, Turned on the computer and replied to that post in the forum.

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