"Is eight hundred yuan a week a lot?" Zhuge Dali was puzzled after hearing this. Before she came to the result of eight hundred yuan, she calculated the daily expenses of her, Tang Zhan, curry sauce, Zhao Haitang, and the others.
consumption, and then take the average, and use the employee's family income as the standard to calculate the daily expenses that the family can afford and are not very large.
Zhao Haitang already had an opinion after hearing that it was only 800 yuan a week. After hearing Zhang Wei say that it was more than 800 yuan a week, he hurriedly said: "Big..."
I was about to call Dali.
Zhao Haitang noticed that everyone looked over at the same time.
I also think of simulating a family.
"Mom..." Zhao Haitang finished shouting awkwardly and looked at Zhang Wei: "You don't know how much my grandfather saves money. Not to mention 800 yuan, he can probably spend 100 yuan a month.
At the end of the month.”
"Oh, look at how obedient and energetic my good grandson is. Please give the child some pocket money." This was the first time Zhang Wei heard Zhao Haitang call him grandpa so proactively, not to mention how proud and excited he was now.
Zhuge Dali also felt that there was some truth in what Zhao Haitang said. When she heard that she wanted to give Zhao Haitang pocket money, she looked at Tang Zhan to ask for his opinion. After all, she and Tang Zhan were now a simulated couple: "Husband, how much should I give to Haitang?"
Where’s the pocket money?”
Ever since he proposed the idea of simulating a family, Zhao Haitang has never stopped.
Just now Zhuge Dali called him husband, and Zhao Haitang also followed suit.
Tang Zhan didn't mean to target Zhao Haitang, but had to target him: "There is a saying that goes well, daughters should be raised rich, sons should be raised poor, what kind of pocket money does a boy need? If a boy suffers a little more when he is young, he can be cultivated
A sound personality.”
After speaking to Zhuge Dali.
Tang Zhan looked at Zhao Haitang with a straight face: "Your mother also said, save when you can, for ourselves and for the sake of the earth. When you get home in a while, you can look through the trash cans. There are water bottle cartons and so on on the roadside.
If you pick it up, you will have your pocket money."
Zhang Wei agreed very much: "I very much agree with Tang Zhan's lifestyle. Boys should rely on their own hands instead of opening their mouths for food and clothing."
Zhao Haitang's face instantly turned pale with anger. He was a man who would become a great writer in the future. Tang Zhan and Zhang Wei actually asked him to pick up scraps. This was simply insulting. He looked at Zhuge Dali for help.
Zhuge Dali didn't think there was a problem, but agreed with Tang Zhan's idea: "Originally, I planned to do morning exercise in the next week. I decided to cancel the morning exercise and change it to picking up waste. This can reduce the pressure of life in our family, and can also
Begonia and Curry have been practicing their good qualities of diligence and thrift since childhood."
"Should I pick it up too?"
The curry sauce is a bit confusing.
"You don't need to worry for the time being. According to my settings, you were at your grandparents' house for the first three and a half days. Because it was morning exercise, it can be counted as four days, so the first four days were Begonia." Zhuge Dali finished explaining.
Zhang Wei's interest was already aroused: "Granddaughter, grandpa will take you to pick up scraps. Your grandpa and I had a nickname back then. People in the world called him the King of Junk!"
Curry Sauce wanted to strangle Zhang Wei. For her own happy life, she had to find a way: "But... just now my father said that daughters should be raised rich and sons should be raised poor. I am a daughter, why should I pick up food like him?"
Where is the money from selling the scraps?”
The question suddenly raised by Curry Sauce seems to make some sense.