The food expenses are 45 jin per person per month, divided equally among coarse grains, rice, and flour, with 1.5 jin of peanut oil and 3 jin of soybeans per person per month.
After deducting the food expenses, the actual take-home pay is reduced by about 14 yuan.
Even so, you can still save sixty to seventy yuan a month, which isn't a low income given today's cost of living.
But He Yunsong, without even a word, mailed both the money and the ration tickets away, leaving Zhang Xin with only a few yuan, so no wonder she's genuinely upset.
"His uncle broke his leg and needs surgery to amputate it, and the family is as poor as it gets, with no choice left, the village chief called him."
Yi Chichi sighed; it's all due to poverty.
If there was any way, He Yunsong wouldn't be the one they'd go to.
Still, in this matter, no matter how you look at it, He Yunsong is in the wrong.
His mistake is in not discussing it with Zhang Xin.
So, "Do you urgently need money?"
