Chapter 224 (1/2)

”Your salary is not too low. If you retire, you will have to earn 20 yuan less in one month. Although the father-in-law's 40 yuan in one month is not low, the future market is still unknown.” Lin Qinghe told the truth.

Nowadays, I want to push my job forward, but it's hard to find a job.

Although it has been 75 years now, there are still two or three years to go before opening up.

Don't belittle Zhou Xiaomei's salary is only 20 yuan a month, but even if Stalin can't go on with it, his family doesn't have to worry about it.

An ordinary family can live on 20 yuan a month.

From the perspective of future generations, it is better for a family to have three or more sources of income.

In this way, there will be no anxiety. At present, Zhou Xiaomei's family has two incomes, which is also very good.

At least not all sources of income are in one place, so there will be no anxiety, more happiness, and fewer family conflicts.

So Lin Qinghe doesn't support resigning.

”I don't want to quit either.” Zhou Xiaomei nodded, but looked at her sleeping daughter and sighed, ”but Dalin treats this girl as the root of her life. He loves her so much that he can't bear to leave her home like her two brothers.”

”He's not young over there. Didn't he think about retiring?” Lin Qinghe thought for a moment and asked.

Both Stalin's uncle and his wife had jobs.

”She's going to give up her job to her little girl, but it's not settled yet.” Said Zhou Xiaomei.

”It's not far from here. If she's willing to step back, you can go and say, give her the money to my mother.” Said Lin Qinghe.

Zhou Xiaomei said, ”can't Niang say no?”

”If you don't agree with me, Cheng Cheng and Sun Xun are both big now. They can play by themselves without my mother's watching. If my niece doesn't need her to bring it, she won't mind if she doesn't give her money.” Lin Qinghe said.

Zhou Xiaomei nodded, but it still had to be discussed with Stalin.

Lin Qinghe took her out to buy some school supplies and gave her a dollar for pocket money.

It has to be said that only Lin Qinghe, who is a mother, is willing to give up one dollar's allowance.

Although the poor raise children and rich raise daughters, it is not to treat their son's needs or anything, but to exercise his spirit and endurance of suffering.

The allowance is still to be given.

”At the end of the month, I'll go back to help with autumn harvest. Will there be a holiday then?” Asked Lin Qinghe.

”Yes, seven days.” Big boy nodded.

Lin Qinghe had no problem. She waved off her eldest son and came to the black market to sell all the leftover pork. Then she went back.

As for the big boy, that is to save this piece. He wants to save money to buy a basketball, which is very expensive.

He knows the pressure at home. He wants to raise so many of them. Even if he comes to the city, his milk is still two bottles a day. All these are bought with his mother's salary.

Lin Qinghe didn't know that his eldest son wanted to buy basketball. When he went home, he told Zhou Fu and Zhou Mu about how the eldest son had a good time in the city.

He also talked to Zhou's mother. Maybe the little niece will keep it for her aunt. Maybe she will give the money to her aunt.

”Just give it. They are so big in the city. Let them remember to take the living expenses.” Mother Zhou didn't really care.

The reason why I used to take my daughter's money was that I planned to keep it for my grandson to get married.

Now the great grandson is so promising. If the old girl doesn't give money, she won't give money. However, the living expenses of grandson should be taken over.