Chapter 105 [105] It’s never too much to love her. …

It was only the third day of the Chinese New Year, and the train was spacious and not crowded. We could choose our seats freely, so Zhang Lancao chose to sit by the window.

For the first time in her life, she saw the scenery outside of Jade City.

The wheat fields half covered with snow stretch out, and the snow-white trees are like jade carvings, flashing and disappearing at a rapid speed, facing the warm sunset, as if chasing the sun.

No wonder my daughter said it was a big dragon.

Little Yuanyuan was not in the mood to behave herself. She pressed her little face against the window, looking around with her curious big eyes, and then she started to look at the chair, the table, and her mother's legs, all of which were objects she could look at.

The other passengers were amused, and a woman gave her a boiled egg.

Time was passing slowly, and people on the train inevitably chatted. The woman asked Zhang Lancao where she was going and why she was taking the train during the New Year.

Zhang Lancao was cautious and simply said she was going to Shanghai, where her husband worked and would meet her at the train station. The woman said, "Shanghai, although the wages are a bit higher, the prices are expensive. They even charge for directions."

Zhang Lancao’s idea was different from the woman’s. She just thought it was magical. Could one make money by giving directions?

Then she will definitely be able to give her daughter a better life.

It would take two days for the train to reach Shanghai. Zhang Lancao didn't dare bring anything with her for fear of being exposed. She only bought two days' supply of steamed buns and tea eggs at the entrance of the train station, and also bought a piece of Sanzi for Xiao Yuanyuan to eat. There was boiling water on the train, so she could just break it into pieces and soak it in water to eat.

Little Yuanyuan clenched her hands into fists and held the spoon. The steamed bun had already been soaked into a paste. She took a cute bite and was not picky at all: "Mom, it's so soft and so delicious. Yuanyuan wants more."

Zhang Lancao didn’t find it unpalatable, and she felt relaxed both physically and mentally.

She had never felt so relaxed in her life.

After eating and drinking, little Yuanyuan's eyelids were drooping. Zhang Lancao held her daughter in her arms and hugged her to sleep. Even though there were few people around, she did not dare to be careless and held her tightly all night. Whenever little Yuanyuan turned over slightly, she would lift her eyelids to take a look.

Small cheeks, as cute as an angel.

It's never too much to love her.

The train arrived in Shanghai at noon. She hadn't slept well or eaten well for two days, but she miraculously didn't feel tired, only excited.

What makes people happiest is hope itself, and her heart is full of desire for the future.

But the moment she got off the train, she still felt confused.

This is too big!

The houses here were taller than she had ever seen, and the roads were so wide. In Yucheng at that time, only the county center had thin cement roads, and the best houses were two-story buildings built with collective funds. In her previous life, she had never left Yucheng until her death, and she was shocked at this moment.

How can a building be so tall? Won’t it fall down?

She had no choice but to ask for directions. In fact, she didn't know where to go. She just needed a place to stay, which was big enough for her to open a small shop, making noodles or selling buns. It would be best if the rent was cheaper.

Asking for directions here actually costs money? And there are even people who specialize in this, using cardboard boxes as signs with prices written on them.

Zhang Lancao chose a street with a good view and spent 50 cents to ask for directions.

It turned out that there was one nearby, but Zhang Lancao felt that Yuanyuan was still young, and the train station was a very chaotic place these days, so she would rather walk a little further and live in a more stable place.

After walking a few more miles, you will find some very cramped tube-shaped buildings inside the high-rise buildings. Here live the local lower-class people and migrant workers. Several books on the first floor have been turned into storefronts for various snack shops.

Zhang Lancaoyuan originally wanted to rent a two-story building, where she could live on the second floor and do business on the first floor. But now, there is no need to think about it. Land is very expensive here. Even in the cheapest tube-shaped building, a small shop of ten square meters costs 70 yuan a month, which has to be paid for three months at a time. She also has to pay a one-month deposit for the first time, which is 280 yuan.

I also have to rent another house, which is also a small compartment of 10 square meters, which costs 20 yuan a month. The same deposit of one month and three months' payment is required, so the total payment is 80 yuan.

Zhang Lancao now has a total of 906 yuan in her hands. Children are bound to have headaches and fevers, and she needs to buy quilts, clothes, and everything from head to toe. She must leave some money for her daughter's emergency, so the matter of opening a store has to be put on hold for the time being.

She roughly understood the rental prices here, and to avoid being cheated, she slowly walked around and asked several more houses.

Finally, I chose to rent a house from a teacher. I rented it from my daughter-in-law, as both the mother-in-law and the daughter-in-law were teachers.

After Zhang Lancao left the Tang family's environment, she no longer wanted to associate with sarcastic people.

She could now vaguely see some of the character of the man from some details. The moment Grandma Pang Juan patiently cut paper for her granddaughter, she decided to rent the house.

Her house is cleaner and more comfortable than others.

Pang Juan enthusiastically told her where she could buy a quilt. The biggest advantage of a big city is that there are many grocery stores. At the end of the alley, there is an honest residential building where you can buy groceries, and it has everything you need, including quilts and kettles.

Although Pang Juan offered to let her look after the child, Zhang Lancao still took Xiao Yuanyuan with her to buy daily necessities.

She wanted her daughter to choose the dishes and chopsticks. This was a home that belonged exclusively to them, and her daughter had to choose what she liked.

Although Xiao Yuanyuan is still young, she puts herself in the shoes of others and finds that shopping makes her very happy. Even though she can only buy the most affordable fabrics to make clothes, shoes and socks every time, she still likes the feeling of choosing items.

My daughter will definitely like it too.

Sure enough, little Yuanyuan's little fingers fell on the bowl with flowers, and her little head tilted to look at the window grilles and balloons. They were priced at one cent for two, and Zhang Lancao chose to buy them all.

There were two quilts, a flour bag and other daily necessities, and a small square folding table. It looked like a lot of things, but Zhang Lancao was strong and didn't feel it was heavy. She easily carried the quilt on her back and held the flour bag in her hands.

Little Yuanyuan was holding one end of the flour bag obediently, trying to help his mother, but he couldn't hold it up and fell to the ground like a big radish. Fortunately, his winter clothes were thick and he didn't fall.

Zhang Lancao went to help her up, but her bright and lovely big eyes were still confused, which made her even cuter.

"Yuanyuan will be very happy."

The chubby little hands supported themselves on the ground and rolled around on the ground like a top before getting up.

Little Yuanyuan really wanted to help her mother and was not giving up at all. She wanted to hold the bag. Zhang Lancao picked up the bag and let her hold one corner.

Is this considered helping?

Zhang Lancao had to bend down to be carried on her back, so little Yuanyuan imitated her by bending her small body, making her already small figure look even smaller.

Pang Juan smiled and praised: "This girl is so considerate. She feels sorry for you at such a young age."

Zhang Lancao is proud, that's it.

My daughter loves her the most in the whole world.

Although the house was very clean, Zhang Lancao still wiped it all over with a rag, blew on the glass, and the window grilles were pasted on it.

Little Yuanyuan tilted his head and jumped happily: "Huahua, Huahua is so beautiful!"

Zhang Lancao pinched her under the armpit and lifted her up: "Yuanyuan, this will be our home from now on."

Little Yuanyuan asked curiously: "Dad, Grandma, Grandpa."

Zhang Lancao: "From now on, you only have mom, okay?"

Children are actually very smart and they know who is good to them. Tang Aiguo never even poured saliva on her. When she cried, he would find her annoying and scold Zhang Lancao to stop her crying quickly.

Mrs. Tang also often scolds her, but little Yuanyuan only likes her mother.

The little mouth opened and closed, giggling: "Okay, mom, mom, good mom."

The small room is only ten square meters. There is a bed in the middle of the south wall, a small wooden cabinet in the corner, and the things I bought are piled on the folding table. It is even simpler than home.

But Zhang Lancao felt happy in her heart!

For dinner, I borrowed the pots, pans, oil, and salt from Pang Juan's house, cooked some noodles, vegetables, and boiled two eggs.

The housework only involved two bowls, a pot, and her daughter's socks and underwear. It was all done in ten minutes. For the first time in her life, Zhang Lancao felt the passage of time.

Endless time.

Pang Juan was teaching her daughter to read, and she shyly leaned over and asked, "Can I listen along? I'm thinking of starting a small business, and learning a few words would be handy."

"What kind of small business are you planning to start?"

"Noodles or buns, I haven't decided yet. I have a child and can't go to work."

Pang Juan thought Zhang Lancao's idea was great and encouraged her: "It's very simple. I'll teach you the basics, and then you can learn on your own."

"well!"

Zhang Lancao had thought before, what if Pang Juan was unhappy, but her desire for books overcame her shame.

She agreed so easily.

When she first got married, she actually thought about learning to read, but Tang Aiguo rebuked her: "You're already an adult, and you're not ashamed. You won't be a cultured person even if you learn. What else can you do with that time?"

In both of his lives, this man looked down on her.

On the one hand, he envies intellectuals, but on the other hand, he doesn't want his wife to be an intellectual.

Pang Juan was willing to teach her, a stranger. Zhang Lancao was so touched that she thought about buying something for her tomorrow.

Pang Juan first taught her a few pinyin characters, but was afraid that she would not be able to remember too much at once, so she gave her some advice.

There is a night market not far from here. People who want to save money eat there. It doesn't cost much. But it's Chinese New Year now, and people from other places have gone back home. There will be more people after the 15th.

Zhang Lancao was very interested after hearing this. Since it was still early, she went to see it with her daughter.

After walking for about twenty minutes, I finally found the night market. There were only a few small stalls and a few customers.

Zhang Lancao planned to take a closer look tomorrow to see whether they were selling buns or noodles.

Without Tang Aiguo's snoring, there was only his daughter's sweet and soft little body in the quilt. Zhang Lancao woke up at four in the morning and realized that she no longer had to sweep the streets. The corners of her lips curled up unconsciously, and she hugged her daughter and continued to sleep.

The next day, the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, most of the snack shops in the alley were closed. Zhang Lancao heard young pedestrians complaining, "Oh, it's so inconvenient during the Lunar New Year. There's not even a ready-made breakfast to eat."

Zhang Lancao felt that she couldn't just sit there and wait until after the Chinese New Year, and every penny she could earn would be a penny.

She had never seen any delicious food, and all she could think of were simple foods like buns and noodles. She was very skilled at making buns in her previous life, so she decided to start with them.

I went to buy a broken bicycle, bought a stove and a steamer, and brought back some meat and vegetables.

She went to exchange yesterday's portion and gave Pang Juan an extra basket of eggs.

Pang Juan knew that she was an honest person who would not take advantage of others and would return the favor, so she thought for her and said, "We Shanghai people like to eat sweet food and don't like spicy food."

Sweet?

Zhang Lancao, who had never even been to Yucheng, certainly didn't know the differences in food culture and couldn't understand how buns could taste sweet? How could vegetables taste sweet?

Pang Juan taught her: "Just add a little sugar to enhance the flavor. I'll cook for you next time."

Zhang Lancao carefully asked about the dosage, and without any hesitation, she ran out to buy sugar, prepared the filling, and steamed a pot of buns. The taste was indeed richer.

Zhang Lancao raised the stove and placed it at the door of the tube building, and put the steamer on it to keep it warm so that it would not get cold.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

"Mom is selling steamed buns. With the money she earns, she can buy Wahaha for Yuanyuan."

Little Yuanyuan jumped up and down happily, his pronunciation still unclear and not quite standard, and he jumped happily around the stove: "Selling buns, selling buns, drinking Wahaha."

The neighbors in the tube-shaped building were attracted and asked: "How much are the buns? Are they delicious?"

Little Yuanyuan was still holding half a snow-white bun in her hand: "It's so delicious!"