Traveling through the 60s, an interstellar woman makes a fortune by selling men

"Dad, I'm back..." Pei Tan no longer lives in the compound and has long moved to his own house outside.

It was the house where Zhang Zeliang stood at the window and accidentally caught a glimpse of Wei Wei sitting on the tiled roof of the verandah with his binoculars, and later jumped from above to the verandah.

"Well," Zhang Zeliang raised his eyelids slightly and felt a little tired sitting on the sofa, "Today is only the 15th, why are you here?"

"This is not because Yuan Zhan asked me to deliver a message to Weiwei's niece for him. I also have a salary to give to Weiwei. If I pass by here, I will come in and see you." With that, Pei Tan took out the money he had to pay to honor Zhang Zeliang this month.

"Dad, this is a tribute to you this month, keep it quickly." Pei Tan handed over the envelope containing the money with both hands.

Zhang Zeliang's eyes lit up when he thought of the money that Pei Tan could not afford to pay tribute to him every month. He had never opened it and put it neatly in the box.

Originally, he planned to hand it over to Pei Tan together with the inheritance left to him a hundred years later, but now...

There is a gold-eating beast. I don’t know how much money he took out.

Zhang Zeliang grabbed Pei Tan and said, "Xiao Tan, how much is your monthly salary now? How much savings do you have?"

"92," Pei Tan didn't understand, "Dad, why are you asking?" He had saved a lot of money.

"Can you lend your old father some money?" Zhang Zeliang said with hope.

"Dad, are you short of money?" Pei Tan frowned. He shouldn't have.

"It's very lacking." Zhang Zeliang looked up at the ceiling. "It's so lacking that I almost sold myself."

"So serious!" Pei Tan was shocked, "How much money are you short of?"

"Currently, the monthly expenditure of 4200 yuan is to pay Weiwei's salary." Speaking of this, Zhang Zeliang couldn't laugh or cry. He drank and pecked, and it was decided beforehand.

After the generosity of several ancestors of the Wei family, there will be a miser like Weiwei who will take back what the Wei family has dispersed.

Pei Tan was startled, "What kind of job does Weiwei do? The salary is as high as 4200. How about I do it too?" He was salivating in his heart. With a monthly salary of 4200, he didn't need to hire him for long. In just two months, he could save enough for a lifetime. Money that can't be spent!

Zhang Zeliang laughed, "You can't do it. This is a technical job. There are not many people in the country who can do it. Only technical masters who can successfully carve dozens of layers of ivory balls will probably have this ability." There are also mechanical balls. the founder of.

Zhang Zeliang paused. Yes, he could find some masters of craftsmanship. Would those old craftsmen be cheaper?

Pei Tan thought that his deposit slip, plus this month's salary, was only close to 2900. This was because he was a single man and had no family.

Petan thought about it, it was time for his enemy brothers who grew up together to let them out. "How about I write a letter and borrow it from my brothers? If we put it together, we will always have the money." "

"I have made a decision to let Mr. Zhang, who has no money to spare, find the master himself. I will advance the payment for two months at most, and no more." Zhang Zeliang couldn't bear it anymore. He couldn't really spend all his money on his children. .

We can't let Weiwei suffer, and we can't see the country being embarrassed. In the end, only Zhang Zeliang himself is in trouble.

"In two months, I will ask my brothers to join in," Pei Tan also breathed a sigh of relief. In two months, they will have more than a dozen brothers, so they will not be unable to afford it.

During the conversation, Zhang Junwan carried her suitcase and walked down the stairs step by step.

"Jun Wan, why are you doing this?" Zhang Zeliang was a little disappointed. Even Jun Wan wanted to move away. Is there a thorn in this house? Why did everyone have to move out.

"Uncle," Zhang Junwan said with a bright smile, "I plan to help my brother. He is working hard outside. I will cook for him and clean the housework."

Zhang Zeliang glanced at Pei Tan in confusion, "Isn't Junxian working in the propaganda department of your boy's factory? That's called tired?"

Pei Tan stood behind Zhang Junwan and winked hard, but he couldn't ruin Junxian's affairs.

Fortunately, Zhang Zeliang was very perceptive. Although he didn't know what medicine they were selling, he remained silent.

"By the way, uncle," Zhang Junwan knelt down, opened the rattan suitcase, took out a box and handed it to Zhang Zeliang, "I just came down and heard you talking to Uncle Pei about the lack of money. I have some money here, which is the New Year's money. , I spent some, you can take the rest and use it first.”

It contains Zhang Junwan's New Year's money from when she was eight years old. It was given by her uncle, unrelated Uncle Pei and a dozen other uncles, her brother, and elders who came to pay New Year's greetings. There are still six or seven hundred left.

I didn't expect that an officer as big as my uncle would be short of money, and he couldn't help but feel even more embarrassed, because he had spent so much money before.

Unexpectedly, the family's difficulties were so great that even my uncle had to borrow money to survive.

"No, okay, thank you Jun Wan. When my uncle gets rich, I will pay it back to you." Zhang Zeliang thought of the huge sum of money that this silly girl spent to reconcile with Weiwei, and he understood what kind of medicine Pei Tan and the others were selling. .

"Okay," Zhang Junwan looked very happy to be able to help Zhang Zeliang, "I will have double the amount when the time comes, and my uncle must not forget it." She took Zhang Zeliang's arm and coquettishly coquettishly.

"Stand still, what are you doing? You don't have any energy. I asked you to get up early to run and do exercises. You didn't run away once. You are the same as your Aunt Mingyue." Zhang Zeliang endured it again and again, but couldn't help but whisper. Scolded.

Zhang Junwan stood up straight in an instant, forgetting that her uncle didn't like her cuteness, but that was her temperament, and she would always step on the wrong side of things accidentally.

"Jun Wan, are you going to find your brother?" Pei Tan saw that his old father had relapsed into his old habits and quickly changed the subject.

Zhang Junwan nodded, "Yes, my brother said that he is now living in the big house where I moved the iron lump last time."

"I happen to be going there too. I'll take you there on the way." Pei Tan took the suitcase from Zhang Junwan's hand, "Dad, I'll take Junwan there. I'll find you later after I raise the money."

Zhang Junwan followed Pei Tan step by step. The last thing sitting on the back seat of Pei Tan's bicycle was Zhang Junwan's suitcase, which was too heavy.

"Jun Wan, we're here, go in first, I have something to do with Weiwei." Pei Tan touched the letter in his pocket.

"Uncle, can I go in with you?" Zhang Junwan thought of Wei Wei who lived there, and of the pull and pick-up that day. Although she didn't have that ability, she had wanted to be friends with her for a long time, but unfortunately she never had the chance.

"Okay, you can follow me," Pei Tan didn't think this was a problem. They were all his own. He was happy that the only two girls at present had become good friends.