"Dad!" Qi Qingmei took out her trump card, endured the sweat smell on Qi Fusheng's body, and hugged his arm and shook him.

"Brother Xiaohui has a high school degree and loves to read. He is so talented, how could he not be able to teach a group of elementary school students?"

Qi Fusheng hesitated. Fu Luanqing was the teacher he personally appointed. He had watched this young man grow up since he was a child. He was polite and studious!

Although she only has a junior high school education, she is very concerned about the children's studies and often goes to the homes of children with poor grades to give them extra lessons after school.

Dolls are the future!

Qi Fusheng is very clear about this!

"Dad!" Qi Qingmei let go of Qi Fusheng's arm and shed tears sadly, "Brother Tian Xiaohui's father wrote him a letter, and I accidentally saw it. His father said that he should find someone who can help him to date, but I..."

Qi Fusheng glanced at Qi Qingmei.

He knew a lot about Jiang Xiaohui's family situation.

Both of my parents are working, I have an older brother, and everyone in my family has a decent job.

It can be said that such a family is one in a million!

In addition, Jiang Xiaohui himself is not a bad person. If Qi Qingmei had not been sent to the countryside, she would have no chance at all.

"Dad will think about this matter again." Even if Jiang Xiaohui were to become a teacher, he couldn't just go like that.

"Dad!" Qi Qingmei thought Qi Fusheng was just trying to please her, so she deliberately prolonged her voice and looked at him with tears in her eyes.

Qi Fusheng smiled and wiped away the tears from Qi Qingmei's face with his rough hands.

"My daughter has good taste. She picked the best young man in the educated youth camp. How can I not support you? But you have to listen to me about how to do this, okay?"

"Thank you, Dad!" Qi Qingmei's eyes lit up and she smiled happily.

Looking at his precious daughter's smile, Qi Fusheng's expression was a little dazed, as if he saw someone from the past through Qi Qingmei.

Qi Qingmei was a little puzzled by the way Qi Fusheng looked at her, but she didn't think much about it. She excitedly ran back to the house to tinker with the defective wool. After a long time, she still didn't learn how to make that ugly crocheted woolen gadget.

She had to admit that the ugly guy's hands seemed to have small motors installed, flying up and down, and soon a small pendant was formed, while her hands... were as stiff as rusty old machines.

Looking at the ball of wool that had been tortured beyond recognition by her, Qi Qingmei rolled her eyes and went to find Liang Lu holding the wool.

Liang Lu was cooking in the kitchen and saw that Qi Qingmei had no expression on her face.

There's no way. They're both women and about the same age. Because Qi Qingmei has a good father and a good brother, she doesn't have to do anything at home, but after work she still has to serve the family food and drink.

"Sister-in-law, I want to discuss something with you." Qi Qingmei sat in the kitchen and lit the fire.

Liang Lu looked at her sister-in-law with fear and trepidation. Others might not know how cunning Qi Qingmei was, but she knew it clearly. She was no more cunning than honeycomb coal.

In order to achieve something, she could coax her father-in-law into a state of disarray, as if he had been drugged.

"What's wrong?" Liang Lu asked slowly while lowering her head and rolling the noodles.

Qi Qingmei threw a piece of firewood into the kitchen, looked at Liang Lu and smiled, "Sister-in-law, you are obviously five years old now, and you have grown taller."

"Yes, it has grown a bit." Liang Lu was suspicious. Was she overthinking?

Her sister-in-law, who is so cunning, has finally found her conscience. Does she have a nephew?

The next second, Liang Lu realized that she was really overthinking it. How could a dog change its habit of eating shit!

"Sister-in-law, time flies by and winter is coming soon. Some of my clothes from last year are no longer suitable for me.

I was lucky today. I went to the supply and marketing cooperative and found a batch of defective wool yarn that didn't require a ticket. It's useless for me to buy it, so why don't I sell it to you and you can knit a sweater for Mingming. "

Qi Qingmei was afraid that Liang Lu would misunderstand that the wool was a gift from her, so she specifically said, "I'll sell it to you."

Liang Lu was so angry that she almost hit Qi Qingmei on the head with a rolling pin. How could she be so shameless?

No matter how angry you are, you can't hit her. If you hurt her, the Qi family will not forgive her!

Liang Lu took two deep breaths, suppressed the anger in her heart, and rolled her eyes, "No need. My family is obviously not blessed. I have a father who can't make money and can only wear old clothes." And a grandfather who doesn't love his grandson.

"But the clothes are too short." Qi Qingmei said unwillingly.

She really doesn't know how to work with wool.

"It's okay. If it's short, I can just find some scraps of cloth to fill it up." Liang Lu slammed the rolling pin heavily on the chopping board, causing her palms to go numb. Only then did she calm down a little.

"What's wrong?" Qi Zhongcai heard the noise in the yard and ran into the kitchen and asked nervously.

Liang Lu smiled at him and said, "It's okay. My hand slipped while rolling the dough and I almost dropped the rolling pin on the ground."

"Brother!" Qi Qingmei's eyes lit up when she saw Qi Zhongcai.

Qi Zhongcai's face was wrinkled a little more by the sweet call of "brother". He looked at Qi Qingmei and responded crisply, "Qingmei, what's wrong?"

Liang Lu rolled her eyes and continued rolling the noodles with a sullen face.

"Can I sell this wool to you? Let my sister-in-law knit a sweater for Mingming. I'm counting on this pocket money." Qi Qingmei held a tangled ball of wool and looked at Qi Zhongcai pitifully.

Qi Zhongcai, a sister slave, couldn't stand such a look, so he said, "No problem, how much? I'll buy it."

Liang Lu was so angry that her breath reached her throat!

Qi Qingmei rolled her eyes at Liang Lu's back, and before she could get angry, she pulled Qi Zhongcai away.

"Brother, let me tell you, this defective yarn is hard to get. I waited in line for a long time."

Qi Zhongcai grinned.

Not to mention that this wool can be used to knit sweaters, he would even buy a pile of grass.

After all, it was his beloved sister who asked for it, and he couldn't bear to see his beloved sister go without pocket money.

In the end, Qi Zhongcai not only bought a tangled ball of wool at the original price, but also gave Qi Qingmei two cents more.

"Qingmei, this is all I can do. I saved this money from my own pocket. Your sister-in-law doesn't even know about it."

"Thank you, brother." Qi Qingmei took the hand and extended it without any guilt, but in her heart she despised Qi Zhongcai for being useless and having so little private money.

She was not afraid at all that Liang Lu would quarrel with Qi Zhongcai because of this matter.

Women of this era are very stupid. They obey their fathers at home, their husbands after marriage, and their sons after their husbands' death. They dare not make any waves at all.

She would never live such a miserable life. In her life motto, it is enough for her to live comfortably, and it is none of her business whether others die or not.

During the meal, Gao Qiufeng didn't see Liang Lu, but heard her crying in the room. She frowned and asked her son, "Did you bully Lulu?"

"No." Qi Zhongcai scooped a mouthful of rice into his mouth, swallowed it, and then said, "It's nonsense."

Gao Qiufeng glanced in the direction of Liang Lu's house again and said nothing more.

If you are not stupid or deaf, you will not be a family father-in-law!

She tried not to interfere in matters in her sons' room and let them solve them on their own.

If Liang Lu came to her, she would get involved. If she took the initiative to get involved, it was possible that a small matter would turn into a big one.

Qi Fusheng didn't care why his daughter-in-law was crying, that was his son's concern.

Seeing the Qi family's attitude, Qi Qingmei buried her face behind the bowl and laughed secretly.