Don’t let us have so much money.

At 6: 30 a.m., sganto’s alarm clock rang on time and the new day began. Skanto has an enviable job as a printer in Zimbabwe’s national coin factory. After washing, sganto opened the closet. there was nothing in it but piles of money. He took out more than a dozen bundles of banknotes and stuffed them into a big cloth bag. Now, in Zimbabwe, everyone has a large wallet to carry on their shoulders for the convenience of money. Then, sganto came to the wardrobe and began to look for clothes to wear today. he finally found a shirt with a fairly complete collar, a pair of washed white trousers and a pair of football shoes bought in 2005.

At 7 o’clock in the morning, sganto left the house with his purse and entered a breakfast shop. He ordered two pieces of bread and a baked potato. After breakfast, he went to the cashier to check out the bill, totaling 30 million jin yuan. Skanto took out two bundles of banknotes from the purse and handed them to the cashier. The gen collector took the note, weighed it on the balance and told sganto that the weight was insufficient. Skanto took out another small bundle and handed it to the cashier, who was too lazy to weigh it. He turned and threw the bank notes into a basket filled with bank notes beside him. At 7: 30, sganto crowded onto the bus to go to work, because every passenger either carried or carried a purse, and the whole carriage looked crowded. After getting off the bus, sganto felt much more relaxed, because paying the fare left several bundles of banknotes missing from the purse.

At 7: 50 a.m., sganto entered the national mint. Once heavily guarded, the guards seem to be slacking off, chatting, reading newspapers and playing with keychains. I’m afraid robbing a bank or a banknote printing factory is not a wise move these days.

At 8 o’clock in the morning, it was time for the coin factory to start work. Before the start of the work, the workers received a notice: the plate-making of the new edition of Tianjin Yuan has been completed. Starting from today, the new edition of Tianjin Yuan will be printed: among these new edition of Tianjin Yuan, the face value is as high as 1 trillion yuan. Skanto knew that if the old banknotes with small denominations were printed again, the workers would not be able to meet the demand even if they worked overtime day and night. More importantly, the face value of the old Tianjin dollar is mostly less than the value of the paper itself. If it is printed again, I am afraid the banknote printing factory will have to close down.

At 12 o’clock at noon, the tired and backache of Skento could finally rest for a while. Lunch is provided free of charge in the factory: sganto’s work is the envy of his friends. in the past, it was because of the high and stable salary. now, it is because of the free lunch that sganto ate while reading today’s newspaper. a piece of news in the herald attracted him: mahlan, deputy minister of youth development of Zimbabwe.
Gu was taken away by police at the scene of a children’s debate competition because he was accused of stealing an old mobile phone during an international high-end conference. Skento couldn’t help laughing. In Zimbabwe today, the monthly salary of ministerial cadres is only equivalent to 200 US dollars, while a cell phone costs more than 300 US dollars.

At 1: 30 p.m., sganto began to work again. Before working, the workers received another notice: the government decided to stop circulation of the old version of Tianjin yuan from the beginning of next week.

At 6: 30 p.m., after work, sganto hurried home. He packed all the bank notes into a big cloth bag and carried them out of the house – he had to spend these old Tianjin dollars as soon as possible, otherwise they would really be a pile of waste paper in a few days. At 7: 30 p.m., sganto brought back half a bag of oats and three bottles of coke. At 8 p.m., sganto began to eat dinner – a bowl of oatmeal and a bottle of coke.

After dinner, sganto turned on the radio to listen to the news: the inflation rate continued to soar and the prospect was bleak. some officials even suggested abolishing the Zimbabwe dollar and allowing the us dollar and south African currency to circulate in their own countries. Skento felt a little desperate. He closed his eyes and prayed silently: ” God, my only hope now is that our money printing machine can run a few rounds less and each of us will no longer have so much money …”