Knowing that there were still more than 600 yuan at home, Lu Jiang stared at his wife with wide eyes for a while, and finally became helpless.

"Listening to you say the words "one poor and two white", I thought that our family's money would not last next month. The salary allowance for the two of us adds up to more than 200 yuan per month, and living in the army, counting all the personal contacts and the cost of purchasing local medicinal materials in private, it costs 100 yuan a month. According to the bills you have summarized, the two main expenses in the past six months are plane tickets and train tickets, and it is not that you take the train by plane every month, and Xiaoyun's living expenses are not given every month. I guess, you have been in the capital these days, when you have free time, you don't buy antique jewelry, calligraphy and paintings, right? In the army, there is no such opportunity. ”

"In order to avoid running out of money when you want to buy it, you can't spend it without restraint. As you said, it costs a lot to buy antique cultural relics, so it is more reassuring to continue to buy them when you meet them in the future. When Feng Qingxue heard this, he felt that he needed to save money even more, and if he had the opportunity, he would go to various scrap yards, thrift markets, and black markets to collect antique relics.

Thinking of this, the wind and snow can't help but be a pity. She originally planned to go to the scrap collection station and thrift market in the capital after her confinement, and buy as many antiques and cultural relics as possible to collect into the space, even if she can't keep them for herself in the future, donating them to the country is a credit.

Some antiques can be kept for oneself as a collection, and some artifacts must be handed in. Xibao suddenly wiped his mouth after eating the fruit,

"I'm rich!" Feng Qingxue and Lu Jiang were stunned at the same time, and the latter said: "I didn't hear your mother tell you to give you money, where did you get the money?" "Xibao has had no worries about food and clothing since he was a child, and Feng Qingxue has never given him a penny, of course, except for the New Year's money, but he took back the New Year's money afterwards, including the ones given to him by his comrades in the army.

"I'm rich!" Xibao went to find his little satchel. Colorful rags made of this small satchel, made by the old chief's house guards, bright colors, Xibao liked it very much, and for a while he carried it every day, and then forgot it and threw it aside.

Of course, he still wears it cross-body for a few days when he remembers.

"My bag, Mom, where's my bag?" Feng Qingxue knew that the bag in his mouth was not a bun but a satchel, so she turned around and took it out of the duffel bag, and as soon as she got it in her hand, she felt that something was wrong, the small satchel was bulging, and there were things in it.

Before she could open it to see what was going on, Xibao snatched it away, opened it herself, and poured out a pile of great unity.

"I've got money!" Xi Bao shouted. There are at least dozens of big solidarities, Feng Qingxue and Lu Jiang looked at each other, and asked each other at the same time: "Where did he come from?" ”

"I don't know, because I never taught Xibao to put something in the small satchel, the first time I brought this satchel back from the old chief's house, it was empty, and then I didn't open the small satchel, Xibao didn't let me touch it, and he stuffed it into the duffel bag himself when he packed his luggage." After Feng Qingxue finished speaking, he knelt down in front of Xibao,

"Xibao, you tell your mother, who gave you the money?"

"Grandpa!" Xibao fat hand grabbed a lot of money,

"Buy cakes, buy fruits, buy meat!" The wind and snow frowned,

"Mom knows that your grandfather gave it to you, which grandfather gave it to you?" As she spoke, she took out all the photos,

"Tell Mom, which grandfather gave it?"