Chapter 48 Zhizhi shook her head and sighed.

Aunt Qin, carrying the dishes, changed her previous lazy and perfunctory attitude and warmly invited them in.

Yuan Tengzhen: "..."

It turned out to be Aunt Qin; he had thought a thief had really broken into his house.

He threw down the stick in his hand, his face grim, and asked, "Didn't I say you didn't need to come? Leave the key here and go."

Aunt Qin was a little embarrassed, but thinking of her work, she forced a fawning smile. "Political Commissar, I know I was wrong. I came here specifically to apologize. Please don't stop me from working."

“My wife has already made it very clear to you before, and I don’t want to repeat it a second time. I know how you’ve been doing in my family all these years, and you know it too. I was too lazy to care before, but I don’t want to tolerate it anymore. If you don’t leave, I’ll expose all the petty things you’ve done in the past.”

Yuan Tengzhen had dealt with people from the military region for many years, and he spoke bluntly and with a commanding presence.

Aunt Qin was even more frightened when her shameful secret was directly exposed.

Being dismissed is a minor matter, but if the former political commissar really exposes her dishonest dealings, then no one will dare to hire her again.

In comparison, she could only slink away in disgrace.

"Well... I'll go in and get my things, then I'll leave."

Aunt Qin went into the inner room, quickly tidying up her water glass and personal belongings, her heart filled with resentment. "Hmph, when Yuan Hui was blind, you all begged me to stay, and now that his eyes are almost healed, you can't wait to kick me out! You're ungrateful! This whole family is no good..."

Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly noticed an inconspicuous little bottle on the living room shelf.

Isn't this the original eye drops?

When Aunt Qin realized that no one was around, her heart started pounding. She tiptoed forward and picked up the bottle of medicine.

They drove him away precisely because Yuan Hui was no longer blind.

What if... Yuan Hui's eyes are completely incurable?

*

Evening

Jiang Anchao and his wife brought a dictionary to the Yuan family's house.

Sang Zhizhi giggled with delight.

"—Handsome guy! We're just dropping by!"

Upon hearing the sound, Yuan Hui quickly put down his book and looked outside.

Zhizhi walked in holding her parents' hands. She tilted her head and leaned close to Yuan Hui, "Brother, what are you looking at?"

The book was written in traditional Chinese characters, and she couldn't understand it after looking at it for a long time.

Yuan Hui pointed to the words on it and patiently explained, "The Story of the Stone tells the story of a person who was born with a jade in his mouth and met another girl who was as beautiful as jade. You'll understand it when Zhizhi grows up."

Sang Zhizhi nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

Wen Qingqian had just finished cutting the fruit platter when she lifted the curtain and saw Xiao Zhizhi laughing inside. "Nannan, have you thought it through? Tell me, do you want to take the surname Wen or Yuan? Auntie is all for it."

"Minister Wen... ...Are you really trying to kidnap my daughter?"

Jiang Anchao looked at the former political commissar with resentment. He hadn't even had enough of his precious son yet.

Why is it that people are always thinking about her?

"Just kidding, let her take the surname Jiang, okay?"

Wen Qingqian covered her mouth and chuckled, glancing at her husband and gesturing for him to look at the dictionary in Jiang Anchao's hand.

Yuan Tengzhen was watching TV when he turned around and laughed. "Old Jiang, after all these years of studying in the army, you, a roughneck, still haven't been successfully made literate?"

Jiang Anchao was very distressed. "To be honest, I was distracted during the rehearsal this afternoon. I flipped through the dictionary until it was worn out but still couldn't come up with a few good names. That's why I rushed over here to ask you guys for some suggestions."

Wen Qingqian joked, "Oh, your son Deng is a teacher at Suzhou University now. You need to consult us for advice when you're such a highly educated person?"

Upon hearing this, Sang Zhizhi replied without looking up, "My mother specializes in researching ways to increase crop yields. My father is afraid of names like 'Jiang Da Mi' (江大米) or 'Jiang Shui Dao' (江水稻), so he doesn't trust her."

Mom didn't have class this afternoon, so she's been thinking about names for a while now.

Jiang Huasheng, Jiang Liangliang... ...

In short, it's all related to high grain yields.

My mother is an excellent teacher and a very respectable researcher.

but!

Mom is definitely not a naming genius!

Zhizhi shook her head and sighed.

"Haha, Xiao Deng, aren't you afraid Zhizhi will be angry when she grows up with this name?"

Deng Qiu lowered her head somewhat shyly, "Our country is being held back by grain production. I just hope that in the future everyone can have enough to eat and wear, and never go hungry again like before."

"Wife, well said!" Jiang Anchao clapped his hands quickly, and after praising her, he quietly added, "But don't say it next time."

These days, she's been busy with her research project.

I've been either leading students in experiments or reading books by myself, neglecting myself for a long time.

Jiang Anchao opened the slip of paper he had prepared. "Ahem, here are the names I came up with: Jiang Xiaohua, Jiang Fengxia, Jiang Juanjuan. What do you think?!"

He looked at everyone excitedly, but the air suddenly became quiet.

Everyone either looked up at the sky or clasped their hands, and no one responded.

In short, people tend to become very busy when they feel awkward.

"I think you should go back to literacy classes; the name you chose is awful!"

Yuan Tengzhen couldn't stand it anymore and took out a piece of paper from his small pocket.

"Um... Actually, my husband and I have discussed names for Zhizhi: Jiang Yanzhi or Jiang Zhixian. What do you think?"

"It sounds great!"

Jiang Anchao's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he couldn't help but praise, "The political commissar is indeed a political commissar, I think both of them sound great!"

Yuan Tengzhen blushed slightly, covered his mouth and coughed lightly, "My suggestion is to use Zhizhi as a nickname, and we'll continue to call you that. As for the formal name, choose one of these two; you can decide which one you prefer."

"Jiang Zhixian is good, doesn't the homonym mean 'valuable'? How precious is that?"

Deng Qiu secretly reached out and pinched him on the back. "I like Jiang Yanzhi. It's good for girls to have a scholarly air about them."

Where is Zhizhi?

The four adults all looked at the little one, and Zhizhi looked up in confusion, saying, "Whatever Daddy likes, Zhizhi likes too."

"Okay! Let's call it 'valuable' then!"

Jiang Anchao looked proud, eager to show off to his wife.

See?

A daughter is her father's little angel, and Zhizhi is definitely still on his side!

Seeing that the matter was resolved, Wen Qing felt relieved. "After you change your names, the people from Sangjiapo should be gone. But I still want to thank Zhizhi. Xiao Hui's eyesight is getting better and better recently."

As she spoke, she took out the medicine to prepare for Yuan Hui.

Sang Zhizhi volunteered, raising her hand, "Let me do it!"

She took the small bottle and was about to put the drops into Yuan Hui's eyes when she stopped.

"Huh?"

The spring water should be cool and clear, so why does the water in this bottle seem a bit off?

Yuan Hui, puzzled, leaned closer and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Brother... has your medicine been touched by someone?"

Sang Zhizhi brought the bottle to her nose and sniffed it. Her face suddenly turned serious. "Why does the medicine smell like lime?"