In her past life, a family of five died an unnatural death. In the end, it was a man she didn't even know who helped her family of five get their revenge.
In this life, as she gets rich a...
Grandma Yang was completely oblivious to the numerous inconsistencies in Yang Wanwan's words. She was extremely excited and clasped her hands together, saying, "I know, I know, wealth should not be flaunted. May the Bodhisattva protect you, may the Bodhisattva protect you! I've been so worried these past few days, what will I do when the three of you start school! Sigh, Wanwan needs more than six hundred, Erye needs more than five hundred, and Shangtao needs more than two hundred, that's more than a thousand! That's enough! I still have a few hundred left, I'll give it all to you for your schooling."
Yang Wanwan said, "Grandma, you don't need to take your money. Mom and Dad have left some."
Grandma Yang said, "Good boy, your parents are gone. If Grandma doesn't take care of you, who will? I hope you can go out and work and earn money. Just listen to Grandma. Your aunt and the others don't know about this money. It's what I saved up."
Yang Wanwan didn't say anything to Grandma Yang, she just insisted on not taking her money.
Grandma Yang had never even been to the county town in her entire life, so her horizons were limited. When she saw her grandson return safely and was offered money, she didn't think too much about it and couldn't figure out what was reasonable or unreasonable about it. She happily went home.
The three siblings happily ate dinner, took a bath, and then discussed selling stickers and handwritten notes.
Shang Tao selected some of his favorite paintings and admired them over and over again, completely captivated by them.
Er Ye said, "Sister, we'll go to the market in Qingshan Town tomorrow. The day after tomorrow, we'll go to the market in Baishui Town. The day after that, we'll go to the village market at home. How about that?"
Yang Wanwan patted Er Ye's head with satisfaction. "My little sister has grown up. She can plan things in advance now. That's good."
After discussing it, the three of them finished getting ready and went to bed.
Their family has many rooms, but the three siblings have always slept in the same room, mainly because they are a little scared after their parents passed away.
Shang Tao asked all sorts of questions out of curiosity, until Yang Wanwan's eyelids drooped and she fell asleep.
The next day, the three siblings got up very early; one cooked, one fed the pigs, and the other went to the fields to harvest vegetables.
Yang Wanwan personally cooked breakfast, adding plenty of oil and grease, which made Shang Tao's eyes widen in amazement.
"Sis, if Grandma sees you putting oil in like this, she'll scold you."
Yang Wanwan smiled.
That's how it is when you're poor. Grandma Yang's pound of oil could last her a month. We also had to be careful with our oil, but everyone was growing, and eating only rice without oil wasn't good for their growth.
She didn't actually add much oil, just a little more than before.
When she was a wandering spirit, she saw people using oil like water when cooking, and compared to that, hers was nothing.
Breakfast consisted only of stir-fried green beans and stir-fried chili peppers; there were no side dishes or eggs.
The other day we ate savory dishes and eggs because the most strenuous physical labor of the year was waiting for us, so every household used all sorts of skills to make all kinds of delicious food.
Normally, people eat a variety of vegetables in different ways, and not many families can afford to eat eggs every day.
They're saving up their eggs to sell for money.
"Shang Tao, if you behave and listen to your sister, our family will have plenty of oil and fat at every meal. Sister, don't you think so?"
Hearing Er Ye's words, Yang Wanwan and Shang Tao both laughed.
Shang Tao said cheerfully, "Okay! I'll listen to you, big sister! I'm going to get my stuff, let's go, let's make some money!"
Yang Wanwan was very pleased.
The younger siblings are all lively and cheerful. They were not discouraged by the death of their parents and lost their enthusiasm for life, nor were they frightened into becoming mentally challenged by Cao Xinchun's gloomy face over the years.
Who could have imagined that such adorable younger siblings would be harmed like that?
The Lin family...
A chill ran through Yang Wanwan's chest.
Want to escape the Lin family's search?
That's impossible.
She could only race against time to become stronger, and to make her younger siblings stronger, before the Lin family found them.
In the future, when the Lin family pretends to be weak while actually being strong, there may be another battle to win.
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The stalls are woven from bamboo and are rectangular, about 1.3 to 1.4 meters square. Stickers and soft pastries are displayed on the stalls for people to choose from.
Yang Wanwan and Er Ye each carried a bag of stickers and handwritten notes they had picked out the night before, locked the door, and headed to Qingshan Town together. One of the good things about Fuxing Reservoir Village is its convenient transportation; it's not far from Qingshan Town and is on its way to Baishui Town.
After waiting for a while, a three-wheeled covered vehicle came churning around. The three siblings got on the vehicle and each paid 1.5 yuan for the fare.
The car was packed with people, and Yang Wanwan and Er Ye were hanging from the car door.
This would be an absolute safety hazard that would not be allowed on the road in later generations, but it is now as common as can be.
When you're broke, human life seems less valuable.
After a nerve-wracking half-hour bumpy ride on the dirt road, we arrived at Qingshan Town.
The three siblings surveyed the terrain, quickly chose a spot, set up their stall, and began displaying stickers and soft paper.
Last night, Yang Wanwan wrote several sheets of paper with the prices of various items clearly marked on them. For example, a soft copybook was one yuan, a large sticker was one yuan, and small stickers were three to five mao. She also wrote the words "Please choose as you like".
Before long, people came to see what was going on. They were all primary and secondary school students, and at that age, the children had some pocket money.
Yang Wanwan pushed those beautiful pictures in front of them, saying they were two to three cents cheaper than the ones sold in stores, and soon people started buying them two or three at a time.
When it was time to leave the market, Shang Tao had a bunch of loose change in his bag. He sorted it out, counted it, and mouthed to Er Ye, "Fifty-six yuan and fifty cents!"
Futaba laughed loudly.
"Er Ye, Shang Tao, let's go eat rice noodles!"
Yang Wanwan's words elicited cheers from Er Ye and Shang Tao!
After quickly packing up their stall, Er Ye and Shang Tao excitedly followed Yang Wanwan into a rice noodle shop.
The rice noodle shop sells both rice noodles and rice tofu. Yang Wanwan ordered two bowls of rice noodles and two bowls of rice tofu, and the three of them ate together.
Er Ye and Shang Tao ate with great relish, sweating profusely.
Rice noodles are the most popular breakfast item in the area, served with broth made from cooked fresh meat, pork intestines, eggs, or fresh pork liver. They are delicious.
A bowl of rice noodles like this is quite a luxury for Yang Wanwan and her brother, costing one yuan and fifty cents a bowl! Pork is only three yuan a pound.
The rice noodles were authentic and the meat was delicious; Yang Wanwan ate to her heart's content.
I ate four bowls of rice noodles and rice tofu, along with the broth.
Seeing her younger siblings' satisfied expressions, Yang Wanwan asked, "Do you want to eat more?"
Er Ye and Shang Tao exchanged a glance but did not answer.
Yang Wanwan smiled and said, "Boss, two more bowls of noodles, please!"
Er Ye and Shang Tao didn't refuse; it was just too delicious!
The three of them shared and finished two more bowls of noodles, finally feeling satisfied.
"Let's go buy some meat."
Yang Wanwan called out, and her younger siblings quickly followed.
When they arrived at the meat stall, only two people were still selling meat. The remaining meat wasn't very good, and Yang Wanwan secretly regretted not buying more meat earlier when she went to the market in Baishui Town tomorrow.
I've already had rice noodles today, so I won't buy any meat. I'll buy meat tomorrow to treat myself.