"It's still my son who has a future—a level-three bench worker making forty-five yuan a month! Dongxu, from now on you need to give me ten yuan every month for my retirement," Mrs. Jia said.
"Mom, what are you talking about? Giving you ten yuan a month? How are we supposed to live after that? I'm the only one in this house with a grain ration card," Jia Dongxu said with a dissatisfied look.
Giving Mrs. Jia five yuan a month for her retirement savings was already pushing it; this old hag was opening her mouth wide now and asking for ten.
Chapter 113