Transmigration: On the Gossip Front

Zhang Li looked at the thirty-something yuan on the table, "I never expected that the money donated could actually be taken back."

"Yeah." Zhang Yu stuffed the money into Zhang Li’s hands, who looked at her puzzled, not understanding why she was being given the money.

When their parents were still around, although they would give some pocket money, it was just a dime or two, at most one yuan during the New Year.

Now that Zhang Yu was handing out so much money, how could it not surprise Zhang Li, who looked up at her, not understanding.

It was only after giving the money that Zhang Yu realized she still hadn’t adjusted to the situation; in her eyes, the thirty-something yuan was really just pocket money, but at this time it was quite a sum.

Not to mention, the amount she earned from a month of hard work at her job wasn’t even as much as this.

But the money had already been given, so was she supposed to regret it and take it back?

After all, she was someone who cared about face, "Summer vacation is just around the corner, and when the time comes to buy groceries and such for the family, just consider it an advance from this amount."

Sometimes the market or the supply and marketing cooperative would suddenly have some items in limited quantities, and by the time she got off work and got home, they would all have been sold out.

"When our parents were here, they also used to give me some money," Zhang Yu quickly covered up.