"Am I such an ungrateful wretch?" Deng Lanhua glared at him.
Qi Song chuckled ’hehe’, quickly hugged Deng Lanhua and said, "Of course not, my wife is not a wretch, she’s the best wife in the whole world."
"Hey, where are your hands going..."
Deng Lanhua looked up and noticed the deepening look in Qi Song’s eyes. The couple hadn’t seen each other for four days, and Qi Song felt that he had been very patient.
*
In the second half of Senior High School Year One, which was the summer of 1987, as the semester was drawing to a close, the division of arts and science for Year Two began.
Tang Yue chose arts without any hesitation.
Both Zhang Tingyu and Zhang Minmin chose arts, and Zhang Minmin, after that one meal, had warmed up a lot to Tang Yue, even starting to initiate conversations with her, and later, she even went again to eat at Tang Yue’s house.
Zhang Minmin really liked the dishes cooked by Tang Zhengde, and if it weren’t for Zhang Tingyu holding her back, she would probably want to go to Tang Yue’s house for a meal every week.
When Tang Zhengde belatedly received the news and Zhang Hualian queried Tang Yue, Tang Yue very clearly and logically explained her reasons for choosing arts.
"Xiao Yue, no matter which university you attend in the future, mom and dad will support you," Tang Zhengde encouraged her, "There are two more years until the college entrance exam. You don’t need to be too pressured. Our business is doing better and better, and there’s more than enough money to support your studies."
Tang Zhengde’s face always bore a smile; hard work always pays off. Waking up around four o’clock every morning to make buns, as well as cooking noodles, rice noodles, dumplings, and tea eggs, the income was quite significant, earning at least a couple hundred each month, sometimes nearly two hundred.
Originally, when he worked in the forest farm, toiling from dawn to dusk, he would earn a maximum of fifty a month, sometimes even less than that.
Earning so much now, Tang Zhengde and Zhang Hualian were very satisfied as a couple. They had paid off all their debts, and Tang Zhengde even thought about setting up a small restaurant soon by waking up even earlier.
"Dad, mom, I also have money," Tang Yue said with a smile that curved her eyes. Not only did the parents’ stall make money, but the Mingyue Clothing Store made much more than what Tang Zhengde earned. Even at Sister Deng’s place, they had earned quite a bit over these six months.
These six months, the greatest change belonged to Brother Qi. Before, due to his leg, he was somewhat self-conscious, but now it was different. With his own skills, he could earn thirty to fifty a month selling cotton candy, the equivalent of a regular worker’s monthly wage.
Over these six months, Mo Siyu seemed to have disappeared. Every time Tang Yue went home, she would take a detour hoping to run into Mrs. Mo, but she never encountered her, which made Tang Yue anxious and worried.
"Xiao Yue, what are you thinking about?" Tang Mingli waved his hand in front of her, signaling her not to space out.
"Nothing." Tang Yue came to her senses, only to see Tang Mingli holding hundred yuan bills.
"Wow." Tang Yue’s eyes instantly lit up.
In 1987, the newly issued hundred yuan bills were not the pink Mao, but composed of four portraits. Although they existed before, hundred yuan notes were rare, mostly fifty and twenty, but now seeing the hundred yuan bills, Tang Yue felt inexplicably excited.



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