CHAPTER 201
Yi Qingqing looks at this and then that, she can't put it down.
Take paper-making skills as an example. She signed a stack of gold foil paper earlier and was happy to burn ingots for the teachers. Now she not only has a stack of gold foil paper, but also silver foil paper, colored paper for paper binding, and even bamboo strips. She has them all, and she doesn't even have to boil the glue for pasting the paper herself, there are ready-made ones.
There is no need to make incense because of the material, which is limited in reality. Although the quantity is not large, the variety is complete enough. Now she has a little agarwood and old sandalwood that she can never get, which is really surprising.
There are also medicinal materials for Chinese medicine skills, pencil paint for painting skills, and bamboo flutes for musical instrument skills. Yi Qingqing ran to the thatched cottage overnight and decided to arrange these things properly.
Her empty utility room could finally fill up a bit.
For this reason, she even changed the style of the storage shelves in the utility room, half of which remained the same, and the other half became a small cabinet that can store these things in categories.
Labels are affixed on them, neat and clear at a glance when taking it.
The tools of these skills are placed in the lower grid, which are the styles she often uses in the space when learning skills.
In addition to these newly acquired skills, there are also a set of tool sets that will not wear out in the old tool thatched cottage, which can be used here, but cannot be taken out.
The ones that were opened in the big gift bag were the same, which meant that there were two sets at once.
It is not convenient to put these things in reality now, and they can be stored for later use. Even if the future situation improves, it will not be easy to buy all these things in a short time.
Anyway, as long as the materials used are not things that are stuck on the skin of thatched cottages, but are real, then the kits here can be used to make incense pills, incense sticks, paper bundles, etc., and they can be taken out without affecting anything.
This year is the first year that she has recovered her past life memory and opened the sign-in system. There is such a limited-time welfare sign-in place on New Year's Eve, so can she look forward to it next year or the year after?
With one New Year's gift package a year, Yi Qingqing feels that she can wake up with a smile when she falls asleep.
The last thing is to put the money ticket away.
A few days ago, she did not go to the sign-in place at the scrap yard, but she still went to the sign-in place at the bank every day looking at the opportunity.
Together with the 520 yuan red envelope given to her by the system father today, her savings have now broken through the 5,000 mark and reached 5120 yuan.
The gold-painted lacquer box is full of money. Before she goes to the countryside this time, she can sign in at the bank at least fifteen or six times. At that time, she can at least get another two or three thousand yuan. Tickets are not easy to put in it. let go.
Yi Qingqing suddenly felt that this gold-painted lacquer box was not enough.
After thinking about it, he left the space of the thatched hut and found an iron square biscuit box in the box under the bed.
Open the lid, there are a lot of miscellaneous things inside.
They are all collected by her when she was a child, including oddly shaped small stones, small sandbags she played with, dead leaves and so on.
Now it seems that these gadgets are a pile of junk.
But it was still a memory anyway, and Yi Qingqing couldn't bear to throw them away, so she dumped them into the big box below, and then took the iron box back to the space of the thatched hut to specially store tickets.
But if there is a chance later, I still need to get a bigger small wooden box to store her private money.
It took Yi Qingqing more than an hour to sort out these things, and it was already very late.
Sleeping for four hours is not enough for two hours of study every morning, but this Chinese New Year, it is still important to sleep well, and let study go first.
As soon as her head touched the pillow, Yi Qingqing fell asleep.
When I woke up the next day, the excitement of receiving the New Year's gift package last night hadn't passed.
Humming an out-of-key song, I put on my clothes, and then I dragged the new padded jacket at the end of the bed and put it on.
Her mother, Zhao Xianglan, works in a textile factory, and her position is convenient, and she can get a lot of defective fabrics that don't cost tickets. Said it was a flawed fabric, but it wasn't that bad.
Therefore, their family is not short of fabrics, and the whole family has new clothes to wear during the New Year. The clothes are made by her mother in advance.
The cotton shoes that Yi Qingqing made for them were rushed to finish a year ago, and they were only given to them last night.
Putting on new clothes and braiding her hair, the first thing Yi Qingqing did when she went out was to wish her parents New Year's greetings, and she also received two red envelopes.
Just as Yizhi, who was holding Xiaohui to celebrate the new year, finished his auspicious words, Zhao Xianglan and Yijianshe each stuffed a small red envelope into Xiaohui's pocket.
Yi Qingqing looked at Xiaohui's bag, and then at the identical red envelope in his hand, "Mom and Dad, I'm a big girl now, and I still have a red envelope!" "When will
you get married and have a baby? It's gone," Zhao Xianglan said.
Yi Qingqing laughed when she heard the words: "Then I will have to pay my parents for a few more years!"
The red envelopes given by my parents are not polite.
"It's better to spend a few more years! A girl's family needs to keep her eyes open when looking for a partner. You can't learn from your brother!" Zhao Xianglan wished that her daughter would stay at home with them for the rest of her life!
Marrying a daughter is much more uncomfortable than a son marrying a daughter-in-law. I always feel that no man is good enough for her daughter.
"Don't worry, my vision is much better than my brother's." Yi Qingqing rubbed her nose, although she was confident that her A Yuan was a good man, but let's talk about him to her mother after two years. I'm afraid that her mother will do something bad in a hurry.
Everyone was wearing new clothes, and they were very energetic. They happily ate breakfast and went out to pay New Year's greetings.
Yiqingqing has a bad relationship with her father and relatives in the family. After the two elders passed away, they stopped going back to their hometown.
Her mother also has an aunt on her side who married a soldier and went with the army, so she usually keeps in touch with her by letter.
So their family doesn't have any serious relatives who want to leave. Usually, they go to her father's colleagues and friends' house to pay New Year's greetings on the first day of junior high school, and to her mother's colleagues and friends' house on the second day of junior high school. They are all in the city, and some are in the compound. A cutscene will not take much time.
In the third day of junior high school, someone else came to their house. In the fourth junior high school, she had a day off for nothing. On the fifth day of junior high school, her parents' annual leave ended and the factory resumed work.
This year is also over.
However, Yi Qingqing overestimated her brother's ability to learn. After teaching him for so many days, it is okay to be a beginner, but he can only barely cook the food when he starts to cook.
The taste is like a lottery, it's hard to describe.
There is no harm without comparison, and for the first time, Yi Qingqing felt that Yun Guyuan's copy-and-paste cooking learning ability was simply too worry-free.
An apprentice like Yun Guyuan is full of sense of accomplishment in teaching, while a brother like her will make the master doubt himself.
However, her brother is quite satisfied with himself. Being able to cook the meal in such a short time is already a great improvement.
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