Qingshan Village
Jiang Mingyue received quite a bit of "subsidy money" today. Mrs. Jiang got twenty yuan, the eldest brother's salary was twenty-five yuan, and the second brother's salary was thirty-five plus four yuan per kiln commission, adding up to forty-seven yuan, almost double the eldest brother's, which really pleased the second brother.
Xiao Ran automatically did the math: "Adding mine, sister now has one hundred and one-two yuan, does that mean I can eat braised pork five times?"
Jiang Mingyue laughed and tweaked his little nose: "Why do you like braised pork so much? Do you want squirrel fish? How about pine chicken?"
The little guy frowned and thought seriously for a while, then shook his head: "I still want braised pork."
Ah, that's his white moonlight; nothing else compares.
Mrs. Jiang thought for a moment, "Since today's a rest day, Yueyue, do you want to take Xiao Ran and them to the city to buy some meat?"
