Ten-yuan, five-yuan, three-yuan, two-yuan, and fifty-cent bills, plus all sorts of ration coupons. It seemed every version from every year was accounted for.
Shen Weimin stared speechlessly at the thick layer of cash and coupons spread all over the frame bed. The corner of his eye couldn't help but twitch.
'If I mention how dirty it is to put all this on the bed,' he thought, 'I wonder if my wife—who's so obviously fishing for a compliment yet pretending to be nonchalant—will kick me out of Changqing Garden.'
"Ahem!" Xu Changqing cleared her throat. "Empty your pockets."
'Look at her,' Shen Weimin thought, amused. 'Here it comes. She's baiting me, trying to get me to empty my pockets so she can compare and make me praise her first!' He couldn't help but burst out laughing.
'What a treasure!' Even as he couldn't stop laughing, it didn't stop him from emptying his pockets. Overjoyed, Shen Weimin used both hands to pull out cash from his pants pockets.
