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Chu Yang didn't know what Teacher Gao had thought of for him, but when he finally came out of Teacher Gao's house, there was obviously a "no need to worry" expression on her face.

Chu Yang really wanted to buy a piano and practice it for a while before talking about it, but at the moment he had no place to put the piano in his shop. On the other hand, he was thinking of saving more money and buying a better house for his parents in the city. After all, he felt a little uncomfortable when he always let his parents squeeze in that narrow rental house.

When I returned to Changle, it was almost noon. Chu Yang invited Xu Jiajia to have a meal of mutton hotpot. He thanked her for recommending Teacher Gao's help. Xu Jiajia agreed happily.

Chu Yang didn't know how difficult it was for him to invite Xu Jiajia to a meal. You should know that in No. 1 Middle School, I don't know how many boys are trying their best to treat her to a meal every day.

"Thank you, Chu Yang, I'm so full. I'll treat you next time!" Xu Jiajia stood at the door of the hot pot station, waved at Chu Yang with a smile, and turned to the taxi.

After seeing Xu Jiajia off, Chu Yang returned to the store, and to his surprise, the store door was actually open.

As soon as Chu Yang entered the store, he saw his father sitting behind the counter, concentrating on varnishing a flute in his hand.

Seeing Chu Yang come in, Chu Guochang put down the flute in his hand and asked, "What are you doing? You don't come back early during school holidays. Your mother bought a lot of dishes and is waiting for you to come back to eat. She can't even call your phone."

"My phone is out of battery. Dad, why are you here in the store? Your legs are getting better? It's only been a few days." Chu Yang asked worriedly.

"Haha, I was able to walk down the ground two days ago. Don't say that the black plaster you made was really good. Although it was a little numb at the beginning, I felt better and stronger every day, and my legs were stronger every day. I tried to walk down the ground two days ago. Hey, nothing happened! Yangzi, where did you buy this medicine?" Chu Guochang looked at his son and asked curiously.

It's no wonder that even the hospital concluded his legs, saying that it was difficult to completely cure them. Unexpectedly, they would be cured so quickly. Chu Guochang was happy and even more amazing about the black ointment he bought with his son.

"Oh, that medicine, I bought it from a mobile stall in the Pharmacy Street, but I guess I won't find anyone if I go there now." Chu Yang concealed. This medicine is effective, but the price is not cheap. Although there are not many small boxes, if you even count the half of the old mountain ginseng, it would be tens of thousands of yuan.

"I bought it at a small stall? I didn't expect that I could buy good goods at a small stall. Alas, I would have known that I would be better if I had bought more. If anyone had any bumps or bumps at home, it would be useful." Chu Guochang said with some regret.

Looking at his father's appearance, Chu Yang was secretly amused and thought to himself that if he could really buy such good goods at a small stall, wouldn't all those big pharmaceutical factories have to be bad?

"Dad, even if you are better, you can't walk too hard. It's a hundred days of injury. You still have to pay attention!" Chu Yang said, walking to his father and helping him play the flute.

"Well, by the way, how are you studying during this period? Can you still keep up?" Chu Guochang felt warm in his heart as he heard his son's concern.

"It's okay, but Dad, I'm going to take the music academy." Chu Yang said suddenly.

"What? Conservatory of Music? When did you change your sex life?" Chu Guochang looked at his son and asked in confusion.

His son knew that although he had learned the ancestral flute making skills with him since he was a child, Chu Guochang never saw him having much interest in music. Even when Chu Guochang forced him to practice flute, he just dealt with it. He only learned a few simple songs and was beaten to death and never learned it. In just a few days, this kid actually changed his mind?

"It's not the past two days. I've been thinking that my grades are not very good now. I'm afraid I won't be able to get into an ordinary university. The threshold for students with special talents is still a little lower, and it's a good test point at that time." Chu Yang said, this was an excuse he had already thought of.

"Well, what you said is the same. Don't the big country also want to take the music department of that vocational college? But you haven't learned much in Yangzi before. Can you practice in this little half a year?" Chu Guochang asked as he looked at his son.

Hearing his son's thoughts, he had no objection. Chu Guochang learned flute making skills from his father since he was a child. His old Chu family's craftsmanship was still on his shoulders. His son was never interested in this, and he was worried that his generation had been lost. Unexpectedly, his son actually offered to learn music, which was as he wanted.

"It's nothing. I'm going to be tutoring with the music teacher during this period. I'll take a look at the exam then." Chu Yang said vaguely.

"Oh, it's cost to go to that cram school. The 10,000 yuan you got back last time at home, and there is still some left. If not, just use it first." Chu Guochang said. His son was admitted to the music school, and he supported him with both hands, but the family's conditions were too poor, so he could only support him mentally.

"It's okay, that teacher is pretty good. He said he would take me to study for free and he would not charge any money." Chu Yang looked at his father and said.

"Is that so good? You have to take me to see this teacher if you have the chance. We have to thank them!" Chu Guochang said with some emotion when he heard that there was such a good teacher.

"Yangzi is back, what are you guys talking about there?" My mother Yang Ru's voice suddenly sounded at the door. Chu Yang looked up and saw that her mother was carrying several plastic bags in her hand, full of vegetables, meat and some cooked food. She immediately got up and took the things over.

"Brother, why are you back? My parents just said to you several times, but your phone can't be connected. By the way, where is your phone? Let me show it!" When the little sister saw Chu Yang, she said with a smile on the corner of his clothes.

"Here, here, this is a charger. You go and help me charge my phone." Chu Yang said, taking out the phone and charger from his pocket and handing it to his sister.

"Wow, it's still smart. Is there any games in it?" The little girl took the phone from Chu Yang's hand and said excitedly, while running to the corner to find the plug and charge it.

"I didn't have any games, but I seemed to have brought two of them. You can look for them later." Chu Yang said, turning around to look at his mother Yang Ru and said, "Mom, how do you feel recently? Does your chest still hurt?"

"It's much better, Yangzi, is the heating in your school dormitory burning well? Is it cold?" Yang Ru asked with a smile at her son.

"It's okay, it's not very cold. Mom, I'll help you cook." Chu Yang said, and quickly carried the meat and vegetables in his hand to the kitchen in the back room and began to work hard.

"You kid, how can you do this job? Give it to me. You can stay with your dad." Yang Ru said.

"Haha, mom, I often do it when I was in the store alone. I am used to these tasks. If you don't believe me, please watch it." Chu Yang said, taking out a potato from the plastic bag, skillfully peeled it, and cut it with a knife. After a while, even slices of potato slices were poured out from the edge of the knife.

"Oh, don't say, this kid is really like that. I said to Yangzi, when did you start practicing this?" Yang Ru asked with a smile.

"When you have nothing to do, just think about it." Chu Yang said with a smile, while busying himself. When he was in the Five Continents, he lived with his master Luo Qing. It seemed that these small things in life were taught to him little by little by little, and he was not a hand-made man at this moment.

"Please ask, is Chu Yang here?" A voice suddenly sounded at the door. The four-member family in the room looked out. A postman in green clothes stood at the door, looking inside.

"I am, is there anything wrong?" Chu Yang put down his work, got up and walked to the door and asked.

"There is a remittance form for you here. You need to sign for it and show me your ID card." The postman said, and looked at Chu Yang for a while, as if he couldn't believe it.

"Okay." Chu Yang said, taking out his ID card from his pocket and handing it over. Hearing that it was a remittance slip, Chu Yang calculated the date. It should have been almost a month since he sent fifty Huayin flutes to Xie Wenzheng for the first time. This remittance should be the income of this month.

Starting from the first batch of flutes, Chu Yang sent Xie Wenzheng an average of one week, ranging from fifty to one hundred. In this month, Chu Yang also sent Xie Wenzheng more than 200 flutes. The price of the "Huayin" flute Chu Yang set for himself was 2,200 yuan per flute. The price of these more than 200 flutes was calculated, even if the 200 yuan agency sales fee was deducted to Xie Wenzheng, it would probably cost more than 400,000 yuan. Chu Yang had calculated this money long ago. After that, he would buy a three-bedroom house in Linhu Yayuan Community, south of Changle City. Judging from the current housing prices of Changle, it should be almost enough.

"Yangzi, what remittance bill?" Chu Guochang asked strangely.

"Oh, I'll tell you later, Dad, I'll do the procedures first." Chu Yang said, looking at the postman, waiting for him to hand the remittance form to himself.

Lin Feng held Chu Yang's ID card and looked at it repeatedly, and compared it with Chu Yang himself with his ID card. After more than half a minute, he still did not take out the remittance form.

It was not until Chu Yang impatiently began to urge him that he carefully took out a stack of remittance slips and handed them to Chu Yang with a puzzled look.

Chu Guochang also stretched his neck curiously and looked over. It was an ordinary green postal remittance slip. However, when he saw the amount on it clearly, his eyes widened!

Payee: Chu Yang ID number, 130XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX, Amount:
Chapter completed!