half-baked life

Chapter 47 Jiang Xiaoping’s Diary

The three of them spent nearly an afternoon filming. When Jiang Xiaoping finally got up from the bathtub, the tips of her fingers were pale and wrinkled from the soaking. She was really about to get soaked.

Jiang He cut two videos overnight and posted them on several mainstream social platforms.

She didn't expect anything to happen, thinking that she would have to stay up for at least ten days and a half, but she didn't expect that the response was surprisingly good, especially the Hongshu APP. Although the number of views was less than that of Youyinshou, it was only for one night. There are 99+ comments and collections in the background, and there are dozens of private messages, all of which want to know more about the specific operations and charges of bathing aid for the elderly.

Jiang He handed the backup machine to Zhang Jiefang early the next morning.

When Zhang Jiefang read it, she didn't even bother to listen to the novel. After finishing her work, she took the "Customer Preliminary Consultation Questions and Answers" given to her by Jiang He and replied to the comments and private messages one by one.

Liang Xiujing also put on spectacles to help. She used to carefully light up the light signs every day and occasionally swipe at the greasy and handsome guys in sports cars. All of them were relegated to the "cold palace".

"Jiang He, someone transferred money!"

At almost 12 o'clock that night, Zhang Jiefang suddenly shouted excitedly at the top of her voice, and then rushed out of the study. She was so excited that she almost tripped over the table next to her.

"So fast?" Jiang He, who was busy editing the video, leaned back slightly and took the phone that Zhang Jiefang held in front of her.

The WeChat nickname of the person who transferred the money is "Flying Dragon in the Sky", and his profile picture is a picture of a medium-sized man standing on the beach with his arms folded. Jiang He estimated that this person was at least 60 years old.

"Only Friday, or Saturday, you can come over."

"Flying Dragon in the Sky" soon sent another text message.

"Can I collect the money?" Zhang Jiefang confirmed with Jiang He a little uneasily.

"Of course!" Jiang He smiled and returned the phone to Zhang Jiefang, who quickly clicked to confirm the payment.

"Business is coming so soon?" Jiang Xiaoping happened to come out of the bathroom and asked in surprise while wiping her wet hair.

"Either Aunt Jiefang is capable. I think Aunt Jiefang is pretty good at sales."

Jiang He was telling the truth. She just took a look at the conversation between Zhang Jiefang and "Flying Dragon in the Sky". The other person was obviously just a little curious at first and didn't want to place an order, at least not immediately. The sentence hit the point, and then it reached the height of Bo'er, and he was captured directly.

"Hey, what am I doing? I'm just chatting for a few words. Jiang He, you are so awesome. It's only been a day since this video was posted, and more than 100 people have come to join me!"

"Yes. One of you is capable and the other is great, but I...ah!" Jiang Xiaoping sighed artificially and leaned against the nine-drawer cabinet, looking heartbroken and sad.

"You 'sacrifice yourself to benefit the public', which is already in another realm. Aunt Jiefang and I are not worth mentioning in front of you."

Jiang He's flattery was natural, and Jiang Xiaoping naturally benefited from it.

"He asked Friday or Saturday to go by, what about Friday?"

When Zhang Jiefang asked Jiang He, the printer on the nine-drawer cabinet just spit out two pieces of paper. Jiang Xiaoping took it out and handed it over.

"It's not a big deal if it's Friday or Saturday, as long as the weather is good. But before that, Aunt Jiefang, you need to find out the basic physical condition of the old man from Fei Long Zaitian, including his age, gender and current diseases." Diseases, as well as whether they can communicate, move around, and take care of themselves... I will make a simple list for you to take a look at."

Zhang Jiefang took the two orders hesitantly, "Are you asking so many questions? Do people think that we...we are too troublesome?"

"Probably not. Family members who buy bathing assistance services are generally more concerned about the elderly. If we learn more about the elderly's conditions in advance, it will not only appear that we are professional and prudent, but we will also be able to better serve the elderly when the time comes."

"That's right. Okay, I'll call this person early tomorrow morning and ask him about it."

As Zhang Jiefang spoke, she lowered her head and glanced at her phone again, her fingers writing quickly on the screen, "By the way, Jiang He, I saw a few comments at the bottom of a video we posted that were not very nice. Is that right?" Just delete it?" When Jiang He heard this, he immediately started browsing, and found out that several netizens thought they were doing this because they were too full, "Why take a bath when you are paralyzed? It's just cutting leeks!"

There are those who agree with them and there are those who are against them, about half and half.

"It doesn't matter, let them quarrel, the quarrel will just be warm."

Zhang Jiefang quickly went back to her room to rest, while Jiang He continued to edit the video, but after a while, Jiang Xiaoping reached out and closed her notebook.

"Get busy tomorrow. During the review two days ago, the doctor repeatedly told you not to stay up late. Did you forget?"

"I'm almost there. After cutting this piece..." Jiang He was about to open the notebook again when a bottle of ice-cold craft beer was gently placed on her notebook by Jiang Xiaoping.

Just as Jiang He was hesitating, a large bag of freshly opened egg yolk fish skin crisps fell from the sky and landed steadily in her arms. The rich salty egg yolk mixed with the slightly sweet sea smell instantly conquered Jiang He, and she immediately grabbed it. He stuffed a large amount of fish skin into his mouth, raised his head to the bottle and took a sip of beer, then slumped down on the sofa behind him and sighed with contentment.
"How's it going? It's quite interesting, right?" Jiang Xiaoping bumped Jiang He's arm with her calf and reached out to grab a piece of fish skin.

"...Just so so." Jiang He had a tough mouth and secretly suppressed the raised corners of his mouth.

This exploration stage of starting from scratch in a completely unfamiliar field and crossing the river by feeling the stones is the most interesting stage for Jiang He.

"Okay, then I wish our 'generally' interesting career will have a good start?" Jiang Xiaoping said as she shook the bottle at Jiang He. Jiang He glanced at her mother, but still raised her hand gently. Touched.

After Jiang He edited 10 videos, she decided to change the shooting location to the bedroom. She wanted to see which scene had better video data than the living room. For this reason, she bought a brand new set of bedding online, specially selected With dark blue lines, it was washed and dried four or five times until it looked half-new and not old, and then it was ready for use.

"It's not like I don't have this design, so why would you go out of your way to buy it?" Jiang Xiaoping asked puzzledly.

"Your bedding is either made of silk or 160 thread count. The texture is so good that one would not think it was an old man's bedroom."

Jiang He first put aside the original quilts, blankets, and pillows of various sizes on the bed, and then began to look for a quilt of the right size in the closet. He finally found it, but when he pulled it out, he almost lost the storage box inside. They were also brought out together.

She hurriedly went to pick it up, and actually caught it. Jiang He laughed proudly, stood up on tiptoe slightly, and planned to put the storage box back, but she found an old-fashioned biscuit hidden deep in the cabinet. Box.

Jiang He had an impression of this thing. When she was a child, her grandma used to use this kind of biscuit box to store things like needles, threads, and brains. She couldn't help but curiously took out the box and opened it. There was only a palm-sized red plastic-covered book inside. Because of the age, the paper that should have been white has turned brown.

Jiang He opened the book in confusion and found that there was a red stamp on the title page, but the color had faded a lot and the words had become blurry. He could only vaguely see what kind of chemical plant it was.

She continued to flip through it, feeling that this book had probably been soaked in water or exposed to rain. The writing on the corners was very muddy, and the paper was also a little sticky.

Jiang He soon discovered that this was actually an account book. He remembered the monthly salary and expenses simply and clearly. Look at the handwriting, this book should belong to Jiang Xiaoping.

The accounts were recorded starting from May 1988, but they were only recorded until October, and then disappeared.

Jiang He was a little disappointed and couldn't help but flip through it again. After more than a dozen blank pages, new handwriting appeared. Jiang Xiaoping started accounting again from July 1990, but this time she remembered 7. The handwriting is no longer as neat as before, and has become more and more graceful. It has completely lost the peace and leisure before, and from time to time, one or two sentences of complaints or complaints will be randomly interspersed between the accounts.

"It's my first time to travel far away. I'm a little scared. He'er stays at home and follows my grandma while my mother goes out to earn money. When she makes a lot of money, she will buy a big house in the city and the three of us will live together."

It wasn't until she saw this line that Jiang He suddenly realized that the notebook in her hand was no longer just an account book, it was more like Jiang Xiaoping's diary.

Jiang He knew that he should close the book immediately and put it back where it belongs.

But in fact, her hand turned to the next page of the diary uncontrollably.

(End of this chapter)