With the spiritual spring space, rebirth in the red era

Xue Ming and his son were playing chess in the yard, while Zhao Xue and Li Chuanying were talking in the house. Zhao Xue felt that it was boring. There was no need for his wife to talk about feelings with his ex-girlfriend.

Li Chuanying also found it boring, so she changed the subject, pointed to the modified Chinese tunic suit in the basket and asked, "Sister Xiaoxue, how much did you spend on this dress?"

Zhao Xue thought about it carefully, "The total cost of the top and pants is fifteen yuan. It seems that I bought it in a department store."

"Then do you know how much it cost to apply these nine patches?" Li Chuanying covered her mouth to prevent herself from laughing.

Zhao Xue was stunned. She spent fifteen yuan to buy woolen cloth and wool thread for patching. If Li Chuanying's handicraft fee was added...

"Haha!" Zhao Xue couldn't help laughing. She spent fifteen yuan to buy a suit of clothes, and then spent fifteen yuan to get nine patches. What kind of hardship and simplicity is this?

Li Chuanying also laughed. She is a fifth-level textile worker, and the labor cost is quite high. This fantasy thing is beyond her knowledge.

Xue Ming turned to look at the main room, wanting to ask them why they were laughing. Can his wife and ex-girlfriend get along so harmoniously?

"The clothes have been changed, husband, it's time for us to go home." Zhao Xue said while holding back her laughter.

Xue Ming looked at his watch and it was already eleven o'clock in the morning, so he put the fighting beast chess away and put it in his son's hand, "I'll give it to you. Let your mother play chess with you in the future."

"Well, uncle is so kind!" Li Siming held the beast-fighting chess tightly in both hands, with happiness written on his young face.

"In the future, listen to your mother and never make her angry." Xue Ming held his son in his arms again, walked to the main room and put his son down.

Zhao Xue took out five yuan to pay for the craftsmanship fee. Li Chuanying politely declined and sent the couple away with her son in her arms.

"Mom, Uncle Xue seems to like me very much. He just gave me the beast fighting chess." Li Siming took out sixteen animal cards from his pocket as if he was offering a treasure.

Li Chuanying picked up a picture. The tiger on the picture showed its teeth and claws, and the word "tiger" was neatly written with a pen in the upper right corner.

"I asked calligraphers and painters to draw toys for my children, and he was as extravagant as ever. My son should keep them carefully so as not to lose them. These pictures are very expensive," Li Chuanying said.

"I promise not to lose it. Uncle Xue said that he will play chess with me next time." Li Siming hurriedly hid the picture behind him, for fear that the baby would be confiscated by his mother.

Xue Ming and his wife rode to the meat counter of the department store. There was a long queue in front of the pork counter. It is not easy to eat pork these days.

Zhao Xue went to her aunt's office through the back door and came back ten minutes later. "I've been too nervous about pork lately, and my aunt didn't leave any stock."

By this time, the pork had been sold out, and those who had bought the meat were happy to leave. Those who had not bought the meat were arguing with the salesperson, who was waving a boning knife and yelling at them.

These days, if you have money and meat tickets, you may not be able to buy meat. Xue Ming doesn't find it strange. "Isn't there some rabbit meat? Let's go home and eat rabbit meat."

"There isn't much rabbit meat left. My brother and the others will go back to school in the afternoon. I want them to eat some more meat." Zhao Xue is certain that the school cafeteria will not provide meat in the future.

The three children would have to wait two months for their next vacation. After thinking about it, Xue Minglue took his wife to the southern suburbs market. Fortunately, they found a meat seller at the market.

"Comrade, give me a leg up." Xue Ming handed the salesperson a cigarette.

"Zhong, just wait." The middle-aged man stuck the cigarette in his ear and raised his machete to cut the pig's hind legs.

When the weight was weighed at fifteen pounds, Xue Ming gave him six yuan, put it in a sack and followed his wife home.

The supply of meat in cities is tight these days, and citizens often come to the suburbs or rural areas to buy meat because people in the suburbs and rural areas are reluctant or unable to afford pork.

When the couple returned home, Zhao Xue locked the door and said mysteriously, "Husband, the cost of nine patches on your clothes is twenty yuan."

"Hmm?"

Zhao Xue laughed, and Xue Ming couldn't help laughing, secretly cursing what the hell was going on. Isn't this too fantasy?

Putting on the Mao suit with nine patches and looking in the mirror, the good guy looked more and more like the Nine-Pocket Elder of the Beggar Clan, and his whole personality was distorted by the clothes.

In the past, I looked like a well-decorated bedroom, but now I look like a smoky kitchen, but it does look much simpler.

"Haha, it's so funny." Zhao Xue went to the kitchen to cook in order not to laugh. She had to send three students back to school this afternoon.

Xue Ming wore patched clothes to check the homework of his younger brothers and sisters, helped them pack their things, and finally gave each person ten yuan and thirty kilograms of food stamps for living expenses.

"Brother, I can't use so much. Twenty kilograms of food stamps are enough for me to eat for two months." Xue Ling returned the remaining stamps to her eldest brother.

"I can't use so much." Xue Qing and Xue Ming only left twenty kilograms of food stamps.

"Take it, you can't be short of money when you go out. I'll take you back to school after dinner." Xue Ming put the money tickets into their pockets again.

Xue Ying ran to the kitchen to help her sister-in-law cook. Xue Qing and Xue Min continued to sit at the desk and read xxx quotations, taking notes in the book carefully while reading.

Teacher Quotations is called the Little Red Book. Almost everyone has a copy of it these days. Xue Ming also has one in his pocket, but he has never read it, let alone taken notes.

Seeing his brothers studying hard, Xue Ming didn't know what to say. He wanted to teach them not to blindly worship them, but after hesitating for a long time, he decided not to waste any more words.

Lunch was pork stewed with cabbage. The three little guys had their mouths full of oil and their bellies were all round.

"Is pork delicious?" Xue Ming stared at his second brother Xue Qing.

"It's delicious." Xue Qing's face was a little embarrassed. His sister-in-law had told him a lot in the past two days. Hardship and simplicity were reserved for others, and meat should be eaten.

Although Xue Qing didn't agree with it, he didn't dare to refute it. If he made his brother anxious, he would really get beaten.

After dinner, Xue Ming sent them to school. There were still many parents sending their children to school at the school gate, but the way they looked at Xue Ming and Zhao Xue was very different from two days ago.

The couple wore Mao suits when they picked up their younger siblings two days ago. Now Xue Ming's Mao suit has nine patches, and Zhao Xue specially put on the tattered clothes from when she was working.

"Brother, what grade is your child in?" A middle-aged uncle smiled and struck up a conversation. He was wearing a patched green cloth coat.

"In fourth grade, uncle, what grade is your baby in?" Xue Ming also smiled and replied. The uncle in front of him already regarded him as a brother within the class.

"One level below your child, do these two bicycles belong to you?" the middle-aged uncle asked again.

"No, I borrowed it from our principal and vice principal." Zhao Xue said immediately.

The smile on the uncle's face was more cordial, which immediately put Xue Ming out of control.

In the future, society will only recognize clothes and not people. The more famous brands you wear, the more popular you will be. Now the reverse is true, the worse you wear, the more popular you will be.