Chapter 42 What a Big Red Envelope

"How much money do you have?" Chen Hui pulled An Wenjing to sit down beside the bed.

"Oh, that's it."

"Let me see."

An Wenjing touched her face with her hands that had just been washed with cold water and opened the door beside the bed.

He took out a cloth bag from inside, took out some money from the bag and gave it to Chen Hui.

"Why do I feel like you're a little disappointed? What were you expecting just now?" Chen Hui moved closer and asked with a smile.

"Go count your money, you bastard!"

An Wenjing smiled and punched him, but she didn't want to use too much force.

Chen Hui smiled and pinched An Wenjing, then took out the money from the cloth bag, twenty neatly arranged ten-yuan bills.

"All the money you gave me is here, and I haven't spent any of it." An Wenjing said seriously.

"It doesn't matter if you spend it. I give you the money to spend it."

Chen Hui put the counted money on his left hand and took out all the money from the cloth bag he brought with him.

"Why are there so many?" An Wenjing was stunned.

"These five hundred were given by my aunt, but I don't plan to take them. I will return them to her when the time comes."

Chen Hui first put the money for Chen Huihong to buy land on his right hand side.

"Well, we can't take money from our aunt!" An Wenjing echoed.

"Well, here are the two hundred I made from selling fish this morning, the fifty you gave me last time, this is the money I made from going out to sea, and I still have fifty left after buying the bicycle. Here are three hundred."

"Three hundred!? That's so much? That fish was sold for two hundred?!"

An Wenjing was surprised at the abundance of the family fortune.

She always thought that what she had in her hands was all.

"Hey, you have to trust me. I will lead you to a good life."

"Then our total money is now five hundred." Chen Hui put the sorted money together.

Start organizing the change in your hand.

The denominations are very complicated, including five yuan, two yuan, one yuan, fifty cents, ten cents, and one cent.

All together, the total cost was eighteen dollars and sixty-three cents.

"I have a red envelope here."

An Wenjing took out a red envelope from her pocket.

The red envelopes at this time are very simple.

Not to mention the red envelope bags made of hard cardboard with various patterns printed on them, strictly speaking, there are not even any bags.

Just fold the money into four and wrap it in a thin red paper.

If one wanted to show that the amount of money given was larger, like the money Chen Huihong gave to Chen Hui, it would not be completely wrapped up. Instead, a red paper strip would be used to circle it, and a grain of rice would be crushed to stick the ends of the paper strip together.

"Let me see how much money you have! Brother Chen Hui, there are twenty dollars!"

"Twenty dollars?! That much?"

Normally, when there is a wedding banquet in the village, only the closest relatives will give ten or eight yuan.

If you are neighbors from the same village, just give five dollars or catch a chicken and go.

"Huang Miao's parents gave me too much. I won't be able to pay it back in the future."

"It doesn't matter. Your husband can make money."

Chen Hui sorted out all the family assets.

Including what Huang Miao’s parents gave, the total was five hundred and thirty-eight yuan and sixty-three cents.

"Brother Chen Hui! We actually have so much money?!" An Wenjing's eyes lit up and she looked very happy.

More than 500 yuan is equivalent to the two years’ salary of Jiang Houfa’s youngest son in the flocking factory.

"Five hundred." Chen Hui was also satisfied.

Five hundred yuan is not a lot of money. Assuming that one square meter of wasteland is fifty cents, that would only be one thousand square meters.

With such an area and income, the village would not attract too much attention.

The yield of crops grown on land near the sea is low, so the production team would rather leave such a convenient location idle and go up the mountain to grow crops. The price of that land will not increase for the time being.

Buying land requires some connections, and Chen Kaiming will not retire for several years. He can save up slowly and buy more land slowly, taking some time to buy more land.

"Brother Chen Hui, what are you thinking about?" An Wenjing waved her hand in front of Chen Hui.

"I'm wondering how to lie flat."

"You're lying there in broad daylight, and I haven't finished washing the dishes yet."

An Wenjing's face turned slightly red and she ran back to the kitchen to continue working.

Chen Hui sorted all the money and locked it up, leaving only a few dozen yuan in change on his body.

I was about to help An Wenjing wash the dishes when I heard someone outside the door calling softly, "Sister-in-law! Sister-in-law Wenjing."

"What are you doing? Sneaking around?" Chen Hui went out.

From the sound it seemed like Huang Miao was leaning over and shouting at the door.

"Hey, I was looking for you! I knew you were here."

"Come on, come back to your home with me." Huang Miao pulled Chen Hui and left.

"Why are you going to my house?"

Chen Hui turned around and shouted, "Wen Jing, I'm going back first. I'll find you later." He followed Huang Miao back in a daze.

"Didn't we agree that my master would come to your house this afternoon to see what happened to your furniture? Did you forget?" Huang Miao said as they walked while holding Chen Hui's hand.

"Ah! Yes, yes!"

Chen Hui patted his head repeatedly.

I was so busy this morning that I actually forgot about this matter.

Chen Guogang said in the morning that he wanted to come and see the house, and he forgot to tell An Wenjing to wait for him.

But I saw that he even borrowed their water cup to use, so he must have visited.

While Chen Hui was thinking about it, Huang Miao pulled him to the door of his house.

Jiang Houfa and Wu Si had been waiting for a while.

Wu Si smiled and approached Jiang Houfa and asked him if he could get married first and then become his disciple, and that he must not marry a second wife within three years.

"What are you thinking about? How can you still have the heart to learn skills after you get married?"

Jiang Houfa took two steps to the side, keeping a distance from Wu Si.

"How can you have the energy to work?" Huang Miao popped up and said.

"That's right!" Chen Hui said as he opened the door and invited Jiang Houfa in.

I went to my parents' room first and took a look at the new but creaky bed.

Jiang Houfa used tools to pry open the bed board and checked the situation inside.

"Look, it's rusted here, and these crossbeams are rotten. We can't drive nails into it anymore."

"There are two solutions now. The simplest solution is to replace the wood. It will be fine for a few years, but it will still make noises later. The more sophisticated solution is to build a new base, which will be more durable."

After looking at the bed, Jiang Houfa looked at the square table in the hall.

There is absolutely no problem with the table top, but the feet below are either broken or damaged, so the entire foot needs to be remade.

"The colors will be inconsistent, right? It will look ugly, right?" Chen Hui said.

"will not!"

"I'll take care of the frame, and have Huang Miao sand the parts that will be used. When the time comes, paint the old and new parts together so they look exactly the same."

Jiang Houfa waved his hands, looking confident.

He measured the size with a steel ruler, left some sandpaper for Huang Miao, and left with a sentence "It will take half a day to finish all the sanding"

"Don't worry, Master! I'll be fine!" Huang Miao ran out of the door and shouted.

Take the sandpaper and start sanding the table top.

After only half an hour of grinding, he was so tired that he sat down at the door of Chen Hui's room and cried.

"Being a carpenter's apprentice is really tiring. I still have to live like this for three more years."

"Tsk, it's too difficult. Forget it, and go back to marry Wu Guihua."

Chen Hui leaned against the pillar beside the kitchen door and cheered Huang Miao on with a smile.

(End of this chapter)