Siheyuan: Uncle Yi Zhonghai lay down instantly!

Chapter 90 Mrs. Zhang reaches out for 500 yuan!
There is indeed a book in this special envelope.

But in the other envelope was the manuscript fee mentioned in the letter: 1000 yuan!
You must know that the maximum face value of coins in this era was the great unity of ten yuan.

Tan Guihua was also surprised and could not react for a long time.

If Li Qingqing hadn't tugged at the corner of her clothes, she would still be surprised.

Her eyes gradually regained consciousness, but her mouth had not yet regained its sharpness.

"This, this, so much?" Her family had some savings, but she had never seen so much money at once.

So, she stared at Yan Bugui in disbelief and asked seriously: "Brother Yan, are you sure you got it right? Is it 1000 yuan? One thousand?"

In this era when it is difficult for every household to have enough food and clothing, their family's savings are the result of Yi Zhonghai's hard work.

But Li Weiguo suddenly came up with 1000 yuan.

She felt that this moment was a dream.

Not to mention him, even Yan Bugui, who read the letter, felt his heart sing when he saw the 1000 yuan.

To be honest, I really don’t want to continue reading.

Envy and jealousy arose in his heart, and he almost wanted to steal the money directly from him.

"This is not a number. I don't need to count a few zeros. It's a word. Can't I recognize a thousand?"

"Hey, dear, what kind of book is this published by Weiguo? How can it make so much money?"

He swallowed as he spoke.

1000 yuan, compared with his salary, is just out of reach.

There are two adults and four children in the family, all supported by my own salary of more than 30 yuan.

Want 1000 yuan?

Unless your children are filial in the future, it will be difficult to achieve this throughout your life.

After he marveled, others also sighed with envy.

"Oh my God! 1000 yuan! Our family can't save so much money in ten years, right?"

"Jia Dongxu's death benefit is only 300 yuan. What kind of masterpiece did Li Weiguo write? It's worth a thousand yuan!"

"Aunt Yi, can you show us any books published by Weiguo?"

The neighbors didn't have the nerve to ask what 1000 yuan would cost.

You can only look at its "substitutes".

What kind of thing is this that can make others pay 1000 yuan in royalties?

Tan Guihua didn't listen to their request too much. She just read books, not money.

So I agreed.

At the same time, an unspoken pride arose in her heart.

Li Weiguo is her nephew.

Now he has a book with direct royalties of 1000 yuan.

This is not an achievement that just any person can achieve.

Yan Bugui has been teaching for so many years and has only continued to be a teacher.

He is not good at writing books.

She took out the "Junior Fitter Manual" signed by Li Weiguo and showed it to them.

Everyone passed this book worth a thousand to each other, their eyes shining brightly.

Many of them don't know how to read, but they don't know how to do it.

Anyone who can publish books is great!
"Oh my god, this is a reference book, not an ordinary book."

"That's right, isn't Weiguo a buyer? Why can he write such a book?"

"Who knows, we can only wait until Weiguo comes back to tell us."

Some people looked greedily at the envelope in Tan Guihua's hand.

I can't see the money inside, but I feel it is shining.

It's a pity that they are all good residents who abide by the law, otherwise they really can't suppress the ambition in their hearts to steal money.

After Jia Zhang from the Central Courtyard heard what others were saying about the commotion here, she trotted over.

"Tan Guihua, I heard that your supercilious nephew got 1000 yuan for publishing a shitty book?"

Her eyes were full of greed, but everything she said was demeaning.

It's not as enviable as others at all.

What she said was very unpleasant, and others could tell that it was deliberately demeaning.

Tan Guihua protected the envelope in her arms and protected Li Qingqing behind her. "Mr. Jia Zhang, the books produced by Weiguo are not nonsense books, but useful books. They say they are reference books!"

"I don't care what books he has. Don't you have 1000 yuan now? Give me half of it!"

Jia Zhang spoke boldly.

This move made the theatergoers around take a breath.

"hiss!"

What the hell did you do what you wanted to do but didn’t dare to do?
This is what I think in my heart, but what I say is not so greedy.

"What kind of face does Mr. Jia Zhang have? You actually ask someone for money directly?"

"You want five hundred for your asking? I remember that the two of them have been doing well recently. Why do you want Aunt Yi to give you money?"

"Why should Li Weiguo give her the royalties for his manuscript? And he started slandering the book as useless, and then asked for the money later!"

Everyone was condemning Jia Zhang for asking for money.

They imagined this scene in their heads, but they were too moral.

This is good, Jia Zhang came up and asked for money.

"Why should I give it to you?"

Tan Guihua could only say that she was speechless at her actions.

I have never seen such a person.

When beggars on the street saw her, they wouldn't come up and ask for a few hundred yuan.

And what she said was quite strong, which was even more offensive.

"Why should we give you the money our family has to defend the country?"

"Because our family is pitiful, with only one child and one child, and no supporter. You are the aunt in the yard, shouldn't you care about us who are living a hard life?"

Jia Zhang answered confidently, and then continued: "I only need 500 yuan, which is enough for your family."

After hearing what Tan Guihua said, no matter how weak her temper was, she was still irritated.

"Why are you thinking about our family? Is your family's life miserable because of us?"

"Tongxu is gone. It's not like we don't have any donations. Plus the factory's compensation, it's still about 500 yuan."

"When Huairu gave birth to the child and raised it, he took over Dongxu's class. He gets 27 and a half yuan every month, which is already higher than many people's salary, not to mention that the salary will increase in the future. As long as he doesn't squander it, he will do well. Life won’t be too hard at all.”

“What’s the point of reaching out and asking someone for money?”

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and she expressed all her dissatisfaction at once.

With how confident and eloquent she is, it’s hard to see how pitiful she is!
Jia Zhang saw that she was telling her so many truths, but in the final analysis she was unwilling to give them.

I immediately became unhappy.

With a high-pitched voice, he shouted loudly:
"Ah! I don't care, I want money! Two men in your family can make money, which adds up to 200 yuan a month. Five hundred yuan only lasts three months. What's going to happen to our family?!"

"Our family is pitiful, can't you see? You are such a cruel woman!"

Qin Huairu arrived belatedly holding her daughter's hand with her pregnant belly.

When I saw this scene, my jaw almost dropped.

My mother-in-law reaches out to ask for money in public, she doesn’t look like a beggar!
No matter how bad it is, you have to knock on the door and talk privately.

But on the other hand, after she heard about the publication of the book, she yearned for Li Weiguo.

Not only is he manly and responsible, but he is also a caring person at first glance.

The most important thing is to make money!

This time it was another wave of 1000 yuan, and their family only had a few hundred yuan.

In the end, all were taken away by Jia Zhang.

It's a good name, and I will use it when I get married in the future.

She also said that if Dongxu left, she would have to have pension money, otherwise she would not feel at ease.

The more Qin Huairu thought about it, the more unhappy she became, so she simply stopped taking care of it.

If he couldn't explain it clearly, he would be scolded by her.

So, he simply turned around and left.

The Jia Zhang family was left to continue to be embarrassed.

She was babbling and acting playfully.

"If I don't care, you have to give me money. This is what you should do. Don't you know how to help the weak? You have no conscience!"

(End of this chapter)