Parental Love: Jiang Weimin's Life of Lying Down

"It's done," Jiang Yafei said briskly, unable to hide the excitement on her face. As she spoke, she walked quickly into the house, found a place to sit down, and looked at Jiang Weidong and Wang Yuanchao proudly.

"Is it going well?"

"Of course, it doesn't matter who does it!"

"Jiang Yafei, my idea is good, right? We can get things done indirectly without having to show up in person." Wang Yuanchao at the side smiled and looked like a bootlickering military advisor.

"That also depends on who is going to carry out this plan." Jiang Yafei raised her eyebrows with a hint of pride on her face.

"If I hadn't asked my classmates to call Zhou Aiguo's two sisters out to play and indirectly let them appreciate the picture album together, would they have taken out the picture book?"

"You all have contributions. What's the result now?" Jiang Weidong asked impatiently.

"Look, what is this?" Jiang Yafei picked up the picture book on the table, shook it to everyone, with a gleam of victory in her eyes.

However, when Jiang Weidong saw that there were only two books, he was a little disappointed.

"Why are there only two?"

"We should let Zhou Aiguo's two sisters see the effect first. As long as they are attracted, they will definitely continue to ask for more later."

"Is that right?"

"Jiang Weimin once said that when you have something beautiful and others don't, you will feel envious. We used this mentality to make Zhou Aiguo's two sisters interested in comic books."

"Oh, this is so boring. I thought I could get it all in one step, but it turns out to be such a long process. It seems I won't be able to wait for the comic book I want to read," Jiang Weidong sighed, expressing his disappointment.

"Brother, our main purpose is to teach the stingy Zhou Aiguo a lesson." Wang Yuanchao said with a smirk.

"Yes, whether or not to read comic books is secondary. Comrades who fail to unite with the masses must be criticized and punished."

"I don't want to be with you two bad guys anymore. You have such bad hearts." After saying that, Jiang Yafei ran away.

Looking at Jiang Yafei's leaving figure, Wang Yuanchao smacked his lips and said, "It's really boring."

He turned to look at Jiang Weimin and said, "Let's go! Let's go to the square! Da Jun and the others must be there."

Da Jun was a playmate of the same age as them. After Jiang Weiguo left, Jiang Weidong is now the king of the kids on the island, but he does not have the same appeal as Jiang Weiguo and only has three or four good friends.

After dinner, Jiang Weidong, Jiang Yafei and Jiang Yaning ran out as usual, while Jiang Defu and An Jie rested in the living room.

At this time, Jiang Weimin came over with a picture album. He said to his parents expectantly, "Dad, Mom, this is the picture album I drew for you these two days. Take a look and see if you like it."

Jiang Defu was the first to take the album. He carefully flipped through each page and gave high praise: "Well, not bad! This one is also very beautiful, and this one is also well drawn..."

An Jie, who was standing by, couldn't wait to say, "Old Jiang, let me see it."

Jiang Defu then handed her the album and said to Jiang Weimin, "Your drawings are really good. You are becoming more and more sensible. But is your father really as good-looking as you draw him?"

"Dad, you are the most attractive now, and in my eyes you are the most perfect."

"You kid, have become a lot sweeter recently?" Jiang Defu smiled with satisfaction.

Anjie flipped through the album one by one. There were eight pages in total.

"Weimin, your painting is definitely good. The whole album contains the work and daily life of your father and me. Your father and I like the album very much!"

"Well, another verbal praise."

"Okay, we'll keep Wei Min's album. You can go out and play first! Your mother and I have something to discuss."

Jiang Weimin didn't move, looking at Jiang Defu and An Jie: "Mom and Dad, I'm not bad at drawing. Do I have some talent?"

"Well, it's okay. He does have some talent." Jiang Defu was still a little confused.

“Do you want to cultivate it?”

Jiang Defu thought about it for a while, nodded and said, "It is indeed time to train him."

"I'm running low on drawing paper and paint lately. Mom and Dad, please give me some financial support!"

"About this! Okay, I'll give you 5 dollars a month to buy paper and paint, okay? Get out now! I have something to discuss with your mother!"

In the 70s, Jiang Defu, a senior cadre at the division level, had a monthly salary of 200 yuan, and An Jie, a primary school teacher, had a monthly income of 40 yuan. The couple's total salary was 240 yuan.

In the 1970s, a bag of peach cakes weighing one pound basically contained ten pieces and cost seventy or eighty cents. The ones Anjie bought seemed to have four in a layer, five layers in total, and twenty pieces in a bag, so it should be a two-pound bag.

Anjie bought ten packs at a time, and he bought ten packs every month. Ten packs cost more than ten yuan, and at that time, the salary of ordinary workers was only a few dozen yuan a month. The money Anjie spent on buying ten packs of peach cakes at a time was almost a month's salary for others!

So 5 yuan is indeed just pocket money for Jiang Weimin's family.

"Thank you, Mom and Dad. I'll be out right away." Seeing that the mission had achieved the expected goal, Jiang Weimin quickly ran out.

Jiang Weimin was probably going to talk about his aunt again. Ever since Uncle Ding and Teacher Ge broke up, Jiang Dehua went to Uncle Ding's house more often, and many times there was no one to cook.