Mrs. Lovo is a thrifty woman. She knows the value of a copper coin, and she owns it to save change.

Full of strict principles. There is no doubt that it will be very troublesome for her maid to scrape some oil and water from the food she bought herself;

Her husband, Mr. Revo, also had to go through extreme difficulties to leave some pocket money in his wallet. However, their family is

Well-off without children. But Mrs. Lovo saw those little white silver dollars coming out of her house one by one.

Feel real pain. This is a wound in her heart, so whenever she spends a little money,

Even if it is absolutely necessary, she will always have one or two sleepless nights.

Japanese ray kept saying to his wife:

"You should relax your writing, because we will never finish our income."

She replied:

"The future accident, who also don't know. It is better to leave more articles than less. "

It was a short woman in her forties, lively and clean, with slight wrinkles on her face and often angry.

Her husband is always aggrieved by all the savings she makes him put up with. Some of them are particularly painful to him because

Because it hurts his self-esteem.

He is the chief clerk of the war department and has been staying in the Ministry, but the reason is only to obey his wife's orders.

In order to increase the inexhaustible annuity income of the family.

However, in the past two years, he always made his colleagues laugh with the patched umbrella. He was finally despised by them.

He was so angry that he had to force his wife to buy him a new one. She bought him an umbrella with eight and a half gold francs, so

It advertises in a big department store. Colleagues in the Ministry saw that it was forgotten by thousands of people in Paris.

West, and then make another joke, wu ray had to endure the stomach sulking, miserable. That umbrella is almost nothing.

Use. In less than three months, he became a waste, and everyone in his Ministry regarded it as a joke. Someone even put this matter

I wrote a song. From morning till night, from the upstairs to the downstairs of that building, everyone heard someone singing.

Wu was very angry. He told his wife to buy a new umbrella with thin silk and twenty gold francs and asked her to bring the invoice.

Come back and prove it.

She bought a handle of eighteen gold francs, blushed angrily, handed it to her husband and said:

"You have this handle, at least five years."

The proud Japanese Lei really has face in the office.

When he came home at night, his wife looked at the umbrella anxiously and said to him:

"You shouldn't put a rubber band on it, that's to break the warp of silk. I have to take care of this myself, because I

I can't buy you a new one in a few days. "

She opened the rubber band with a new umbrella and shook the umbrella coat. But she was surprised again. Found a goose eye on the umbrella coat.

Small round hole, it is the scorch mark of cigar burning!

She murmured:

"What's on it?"

Her husband didn't look back and answered with confidence:

"Who ah, what things? What did you say? "

Now, anger choked her throat, and she could hardly speak:

"You ... you ... you burned ... your ... your umbrella. You ... you ... you're crazy! You want to put the big one

The family is ruined! "

Feeling blue, he turned to ask her:

"What did you say?"

"I said you burned the umbrella, look!"

She pounced on him as if to have a fight with him, and violently put a small round scorch mark under his nose.

Seeing the burnt marks, he froze and hesitated to say:

"This ... this ... what is this? I don't know! I didn't do anything, I swear to you. I don't know about the rain.

What happened to the umbrella! "

She is crying now:

"I guess you must be playing with this umbrella in the Ministry. You do tricks, you open the door for them. "

He replied:

"I only opened it once and taught them how beautiful this umbrella is. That's it. I swear to you. "

But she jumped up in a rage and had a big fight with him, making those peace-loving men feel that family is smaller than a projectile.

The battlefield of rain is even more terrible.

She measured the size and cut an old silk of different colors on the old umbrella to make it up. The next day, I hugged Wu with injustice.

This repaired rain gear has broken down. When he got to the Ministry, he put it in the cupboard and regarded it as a terrible memory.

I didn't think much.

However, when he came home at night, his wife took the umbrella with both hands and opened it. She found it damaged.

Out of control, my throat choked with anger. There are countless holes in the umbrella, which is obviously burnt, as if someone had put a pipe on it.

The unburned ashes in the room fell on it. Everything is ruined. It's hopeless.

She checked without saying a word, so angry that she couldn't spit out a word. He is the same, he checks the damage, he sends it.

Cold, scared confused, flustered.