When Li Xingxing heard the Peking Opera performance, he asked casually: "Do those Peking Opera masters all have high salary? Comrade He Tian, ​​who lives next to us, is a friend of Aunt Lan Yu. He has seen it once, but he has never seen it again."

Her deepest impression of Peking Opera artists is her salary.

In the 1960s, this income was second only to capitalists' fixed interest and fixed rent, several times more than the head of state.

Chen Nianen was rarely silent, "The highest monthly salary of 3,000 yuan, has his own unique skills, has performed abroad many times, is the top Peking Opera artist, and there is no one who can compete with him."

"Three thousand!" Li Xingxing was impressed, "I also want a monthly salary of three thousand."

Earn a month and eat for a year.

Xia Mingxing changed her career and her salary dropped, which is so worrying!

Chen Nianen woke her helplessly: "Dreams are faster, really. When you graduate, you will be an intern teacher first. The salary of a month is only forty or fifty yuan. Don't want to get a high salary, there is no way!"

His monthly salary is only 58.5 yuan, and he can't even upgrade without three to five years.

Now that he is transferred to Shanghai, what is his future?

Press it.

In a short period of time, even if he makes great contributions, he will not be promoted. It is better to stay honestly.

Li Xingxing flattered his mouth: "Isn't it okay to fantasize? Besides, I don't want to be a teacher and can't shoulder the important responsibility of teaching and educating people. I'm worried that I will mislead my children."

Ambitions remain unchanged.

Chen Nianen doesn’t care: “As long as Xia Mingxing doesn’t care, you can be unemployed and at home.”

"Can the country be willing? It takes so much effort to train college students, but it is not to ask us to be unemployed at home. Besides, I am an independent woman in the new era, so I don't stay at home, it's easy to derail with society." Li Xingxing's favorite life is to open a Xingxing supermarket, stay behind the cashier every day to count small money.

"Then don't complain. Study well. Work is your business after graduation." Chen Nianen said.

Li Xingxing was dejected.

When I got home, as soon as I entered the door, I saw Grandma Xu wearing glasses and sewing clothes, gray-blue pants, and two large patches on her butt, one left and one right, but the pants were clearly new.

Li Xingxing couldn't help but stop, "Grandma Xu, what are you doing?"

Xu Mi** didn't raise her head: "Your cousin Ming's pants must be patched, two butts, two knees, and the front and back of the jacket. I'll take down your brother's clothes later and I'll put them on."

Li Xingxing was even more stunned: "What's the situation?"

Chen Nianen coughed with her fist against her lips, "Hard work and simplicity is the correct lifestyle. We must learn from the proletarian revolutionaries, so don't buy me new clothes. The more you wear the clothes, the more glorious I am wearing, the more new my clothes are. My father takes away all the old ones. I really have to worry Grandma Xu put some patches on it."

Li Xingxing was speechless: "Aren't you... deceiving yourself?"

Chen Nianen sighed: "You can't tear your clothes on purpose. Isn't that a waste of things? First apply patches, use old fabrics, and wash the new clothes tomorrow and then remove the patches. The fabric underneath has not faded, and it looks like a patch again from a distance."

"You can just pretend to be a beggar." Li Xingxing said.

Chen Nianen spread her hands: "No, it's hard to win the trust, and I can't learn to patch my new pants on Mingtang. I'll look for clothes I've worn several times. I'll go through the cabinet later."
Chapter completed!