People in the alley: A woman dressed as a man shouldn't be foolishly filial, Zhuang Chaoying

Zhuang Tunan was doing his homework in the room.

Xiaoting went to Lin Dongzhe's house to do her homework.

Zhuang Chaoying was lying on the bed, feeling rather bored, when she saw Huang Ling about to start knitting again, so she sat up.

"Ah Ling, I'll hold on for you."

Zhuang Chaoying held the yarn in both hands and skillfully drew circles back and forth. "Ah Ling, I just asked Engineer Lin, and a refrigerator costs 1,200. I'll bring the money over in a bit so Engineer Lin can help us make the connection. We can't let Engineer Lin pay for us out of pocket, okay?"

Huang Ling nodded: "Okay, I'll go get the money after I finish winding this ball of yarn. By the way, the Chaoying single-tub washing machine costs six hundred yuan in stores. I wonder if they sell washing machines on the black market."

As she spoke, her hands never stopped moving, the yarn winding methodically in her hands.

"We'll find out tonight. Give me the 650. If I run into someone who doesn't have the money, I'll miss out."

Huang Ling put the ball of yarn in her hand into the basket, then got up and went into the inner room.

He opened the wardrobe and took out an iron box and a bundle.

Seeing this, Zhuang Chaoying hurriedly went to close the door.

At that time, there were no 100-yuan bills yet; the currency circulating in the market was 10-yuan banknotes.

Huang Ling took out a bundle and slowly opened it layer by layer, revealing twelve neat stacks of "big unity" bills in front of her.

Huang Ling took out two stacks and handed them to Zhuang Chaoying, then rewrapped the bundle.

Zhuang Chaoying held two stacks of money, glanced subconsciously into the inner room, and lowered her voice: "Ah Ling, our family's money isn't in the bank, is it?"

Huang Ling shook her head and explained, "I was thinking of waiting for your next royalty payment to come so we could save up 1,400 yuan and put it in a fixed deposit. This is perfect, we need it now, otherwise we would have to go to the bank to withdraw it."

Zhuang Chaoying counted out 1,200 yuan from the bills, carefully counted them twice, and after confirming that there was no mistake, said, "This is exactly 1,200 yuan. I'll send it to Engineer Lin later."

Huang Ling returned from the inner room and stuffed 1,200 yuan into her pocket, making the pocket bulge.

Then she counted out another seven hundred dollars and handed them to Zhuang Chaoying: "Chaoying, take some more."

Zhuang Chaoying took the money: "Okay, I'll go check it out in the middle of the night."

Huang Ling put the remaining money into a tin box, which she kept to cover her daily living expenses.

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Zhuang Chaoying followed behind Huang Ling, and the two walked towards Lin Gong's house.

"Knock knock knock! Song Ying! Engineer Lin, Chao Ying and I are coming in."

Inside the room, Song Ying was sitting on the bed knitting a sweater, the knitting needles moving up and down in her hands, the yarn swirling around her fingertips.

Lin Wufeng watched TV, picking at sunflower seeds with his fingers, leaving a small pile of shells on the table.

Hearing the knock on the door, Song Ying replied without looking up, "Sister Ling, Teacher Zhuang, please come in."

Huang Ling walked into the room, sat down gently next to Song Ying, and then took out a thick wad of money from her pocket and handed it over: "Song Ying, this is 1,200 yuan, please count it!"

Song Ying put the sweater aside, took the money, and began to count it carefully.

After ordering, she looked up and said, "That's right, Sister Ling. I told Wu Feng, and he said it's no problem."

Zhuang Chaoying sat down on a chair nearby, took the sunflower seeds Lin Wufeng handed her, and started cracking them open: "Mr. Lin, I'll leave the refrigerator to you, thank you."

Lin Wufeng waved his hand and said, "Teacher Zhuang, if you keep being so polite, I won't take responsibility anymore."

Zhuang Chaoying smiled and said, "Then I won't stand on ceremony with you. It's getting late, so Ah Ling and I will head back."

Lin Wufeng carefully placed the freshly shelled sunflower seeds on the table into his palm, stood up, walked to Song Ying's side, and handed them to her: "Get some rest, Sister Ling and Teacher Zhuang. You can rest assured and wait for the refrigerator at home."

Huang Ling walked to the door and glanced into Lin Dongzhe's room: "Xiaoting, have you finished your homework?"

Xiaoting came out of the next room, stood up, and held her homework in her arms. She complained, "Mom, I finished writing. It was only because Lin Dongzhe made me explain the problems to him that I finished writing a long time ago."

After seeing Zhuang Chaoying and Huang Ling off, Lin Wufeng gently closed the door and turned to sit down next to Song Ying.

He picked up the sunflower seeds again, cracked them open, and popped the kernels into Song Ying's mouth.

Song Ying put down the sweater and shook her hands; her wrists were a little sore from knitting for so long.

When Lin Wufeng saw this, he sat down next to Song Ying with heartache, took her hands in his and gently massaged them, saying, "Why are you knitting so hard? Our family isn't short of money."

Song Ying looked at Lin Wufeng with a determined gaze. "Wufeng, Teacher Zhuang must have made a lot of money publishing so many books. A refrigerator costs 1,200 yuan. I want to make a lot of money too, and then buy a washing machine and a refrigerator, and make a lot of money."

Lin Wufeng looked at Song Ying, feeling as if something had struck his heart, and his heart ached terribly.

The factory manager, An, approached him outside the factory, but he hesitated and did not agree at the time.

At this moment, looking at the woman beside him who was wholeheartedly devoted to her family and trying her best to improve their lives, he realized that if he couldn't even meet Song Ying's request to buy a refrigerator and washing machine, what kind of good husband would he be?

He was five years older than Song Ying. Song Ying was such a wonderful woman, so beautiful, and she had given birth to Dong Zhe for him.

He promised to fulfill his wife's wish and give her a better life when Director An came to see him again.

"Okay, Wu Feng, I'm not in pain anymore."

Lin Wufeng gently embraced Song Ying, his fingers slowly stroking her hair, again and again.

Song Ying also raised her arms and hugged Lin Wufeng back. Her cheek was pressed against Lin Wufeng's chest, and she could clearly hear his steady and powerful heartbeat.

Lin Dongzhe finished his homework with great joy and was about to go to the living room to relax and watch TV.

He hummed a little tune as he walked into the main house.

He saw his parents hugging tightly, a sight that left the teenager somewhat bewildered. "Ahem! Mom and Dad, you two continue, I'm going back to my room, I'm going back to my room!"

His face flushed, and he stammered as he finished speaking, his eyes darting around in a panic before he turned to run back.

Song Ying was startled by her son's sudden voice and instinctively pushed Lin Wufeng away: "Dongzhe, your dad is a little sad, let me comfort him. Dongzhe, come and watch TV."

Lin Dongzhe scratched his head awkwardly, slowly moved to the chair and sat down, but the smile on his face was still there, which he couldn't hide. His eyes darted around his parents.

Looking at her son's mischievous expression, Song Ying pointed at Lin Dongzhe and said, "Lin Dongzhe, watch TV properly!"

"Mom, why don't you and Dad give me another baby brother or sister? Sometimes I'm really envious of Tu Nan and Xiao Ting. I really want a little sister so I can experience what it's like to be a big brother!"

Lin Wufeng was both amused and exasperated by his son's sudden suggestion. He stood up and pretended to be serious: "You go and heat up the bathwater for your mother. She'll need it after she finishes knitting!"

Lin Dongzhe blinked and made a face. "Okay, I'm going right now! Mom and Dad, good luck!"

Song Ying looked at her son, both amused and exasperated: "You little rascal, I think you want a beating!"

Lin Wufeng laughed and stopped Song Ying: "Hurry up and go, or I won't be able to stop your mother from beating you when she gets up."

Song Ying picked up her knitting needles again and began knitting a sweater.

After knitting for a few seconds, as if remembering something, she looked up and said, "Wu Feng, you know, Wang Fang and Zhou Qing next door are always arguing. It's so annoying! But poor little Zhou Qing, she's been living under someone else's roof since she was a child."

Lin Wufeng frowned slightly: "The current policy is good, and the factory will definitely find a way to solve it."

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