The money Tao Yushu collected was the salary Lin Chaoyang earned as a teacher in the past few years. He worked as a teacher in the team elementary school. He worked for ten work points a day when he was in class.
Work points are worth five cents, which is basically fifteen yuan a month.
In addition, the county education bureau also provides a subsidy of ten yuan a quarter, which translates into three yuan a month, which is called the "inexhaustible three yuan".
This more than eighteen yuan was Lin Chaoyang's monthly income in the past few years. Before he got married, he had saved more than three hundred yuan.
We've only been married for half a year, and my pocket is cleaner than my face.
Now I am working as a librarian at Yanda University, and my salary seems to have increased. It is 47 yuan a month. Compared with my previous income, it has increased by leaps and bounds.
But when he thought that all this money would have to be passed on in the future, Lin Chaoyang felt that his life was gloomy and his future was hopeless.
So what exactly does marriage bring to men?
Tao Yushu saw that he was depressed. Although she was obsessed with money, she still had some conscience and left a small change for Lin Chaoyang.
Sixteen yuan and three cents.
When Lin Chaoyang met the Tao family for the first time, she bought all the clothes she was wearing. The only thing that made her feel uncomfortable was the pair of shoes under her feet.
This time with money, Tao Yushu decided to buy him a pair of leather shoes.
Lin Chaoyang was quite happy at first, but after thinking about it, he felt something was wrong.
It’s still a waste of my money. When will I be able to eat my soft rice?
"I'll buy you a watch during the Chinese New Year!"
Tao Yushu used one sentence to eliminate Lin Chaoyang's dissatisfaction. He was not vain, but these days, unlike later generations, it was really convenient to have a watch to tell the time.
A watch worth one or two hundred yuan costs several months' salary, and is considered a luxury item for the working class.
"By the way, dad praised you just now and said you were motivated." Tao Yu wrote.
"It's nothing, I just borrowed a book."
Lin Chaoyang knew that this girl was trying to flatter her again, so he told himself that he must not be fooled, and at the same time, he was thinking about how to generate income.
The small treasury is gone, the salary is gone, if you don’t generate some income, how will you live in the future?
Those who have money are called salted fishes when they lie down, and those who have no money are called eating and waiting to die.
He hummed in response to Tao Yushu's words. After a while, the girl took out her book and entered a study state.
When he was in his hometown, Lin Chaoyang thought Tao Yushu was just pretending to read at night. After returning, he discovered that most of her free time every day was filled with studying.
Don't tell me, my daughter-in-law's face when she studies hard is quite pretty!
Looking at the beauty under the lamp, she has a typical oval face, which belongs to the face shape of a classical beauty. Her nose has a slight hump, but it does not affect her beauty. Instead, she looks more girlish. After returning to the city for more than half a year, her skin has become clear and fair.
Red, like a peeled egg, the more you look at it, the more you like it.
Lin Chaoyang stared at Tao Yushu for a while, but she didn't notice it at all. Lin Chaoyang felt bored while looking at it, so she held up the "Long Live Youth" she borrowed today and looked at it.
At about half past eight, Tao's mother knocked on the door.
When Lin Chaoyang saw Tao's mother, he thought about paying for food. Unfortunately, he was short of money at the moment, so he turned his attention to Tao Yushu.
She reluctantly counted out a stack of bills and handed them to Tao's mother, "Fifty cents a day for food expenses. There are still twenty-nine days in this month. The two of us have a total of twenty-nine yuan. Here you go!"
Mother Tao looked at her and felt unhappy, muttering: "Debt collector!"
After closing the door, Tao Yushu looked melancholy, "One yuan a day is 365 yuan a year."
Lin Chaoyang smiled and hugged her shoulders, "You have to look at the problem from another angle. Your monthly subsidy is twenty-two and a half yuan, and my monthly salary is forty-seven yuan, a total of sixty-nine and a half yuan, every month
I gave 30 yuan to my family, and I still have nearly 40 yuan left."
Tao Yushu is an educated youth who went to the countryside. According to the national decision on joining the army as a reference for his length of service, he can enjoy the highest standard of scholarships after five years, which is a monthly subsidy of twenty-two and a half cents.
"Is it free to eat at school at noon? It costs 50 cents for the two of us a day, and it's 15 yuan a month, so that's only 25 yuan left. Does it cost to buy school supplies and books? There are also daily necessities, clothes, and shoes.
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The smile on Lin Chaoyang's face froze, it seemed that it was true.
With a monthly income of 70 yuan, I can barely make ends meet.
Living in Yanjing is indeed not easy.
The fire in his heart to generate income was burning brightly again. If he had just raised this idea just for his own little bourgeois life, then now he was fighting for the survival of the proletariat.
After thinking for a long time, Lin Chaoyang had no clue in his mind.
The reason is also very simple. It is September 1978, and the trend of reform and opening up has not yet spread. Making money is not an easy task.
It's definitely not possible to do business. Firstly, there is no time and energy, and secondly, there is no capital.
Don't talk about him, even if Ma Huateng comes!
When the rentier class cannot work, the choice now is simple, either sell technology, sell knowledge, or sell physical strength.
He was thinking about his great income-generating business, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the desk, disturbing Tao Yushu who was studying seriously.
"Stop knocking."
Lin Chaoyang restrained himself a little, and Tao Yushu put away the "History of Chinese Literature" and picked up another newspaper.
It's Shanghai's "Wenhui Po".
"Do you also learn from this newspaper?"
"This is the homework. Let's write a literary review for a novel."
Tao Yushu replied to Lin Chaoyang and focused her attention on the newspaper. This was not the first time she had read the novel above, but this time she had to read it word for word in order to write a review article.
"Scar", author: Lu Xinhua.
At this moment, Lin Chaoyang felt blessed in his soul.
It's almost the 1980s, and although reform and opening up are in full swing, literature is not far behind.
There is a long queue at the door of the bookstore, and book buyers queue up all night to buy books; couples are dating in the English corner, telling sweet words in broken language...
Soon, the literary whirlwind that started in the late 1970s will sweep across China. Whether they are cadres, workers, students, men, women, and children, people are addicted to the gluttonous feast of the literary revival. Because of this greed, they have achieved eight works.
The splendor and splendor of literature in the decade.
Lin Chaoyang thought of the "Yanjing Literature and Art" that Zhang Yaozhong showed off on the train. He could publish it at that level. He was also a literary youth when he was young, so there was no reason why he couldn't.
Besides, if he can't do it, why not pay tribute?
The most important thing is...
Lin Chaoyang looked at Tao Yushu, who was engrossed in reading. His wife seemed to be a diligent academic. Even for the sake of family harmony, he had to package himself as a cultural person!
Thinking of this, his eyes became more determined than ever before.
Chapter completed!