They came over to help for a few days, and they didn't say anything if they ate too much, but they still have families to rely on.
No one at home said anything, but she couldn't help but be sensible.
Leng Chuan and Wei Guo each packed a bowl of braised pork and happily took it.
When it came to Gu Yuelin, he refused.
Feng Mian forced it into his hands, "Take it. Everyone has it but they don't give it to you. People will laugh at you. There's no need to make trouble by eating a bowl of braised pork."
"You've been spending a lot of money on food these days."
Feng Mian smiled and whispered, "It's okay, I have money."
Leng Chuan Weiguo outside the courtyard urged him to leave, so Gu Yuelin had to say goodbye to Feng Mian.
His mood has been up and down these past few days, with all kinds of feelings.
It was clearly stated that they were going to cooperate in the marriage, and he signed the contract himself and put his fingerprints on it.
The contract hasn't even come into effect yet, but he's already starting to regret it.
"Brother, what are you still looking at? We have all left the village and have seen it."
Gu Yuelin's ears turned red, "Go on your way, be careful not to fall into the winter paddy field."
"I should be the one saying this to you. Be careful not to fall into the winter paddy field if you walk carelessly."
Weiguo beside him also laughed at him, "Brother, you will get married after the New Year, just bear with it."
Gu Yuelin grabbed them and chased after them.
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Feng Rongrong came over to help, and Feng Mian also gave her a bowl of braised pork.
During the chat, she said that she wanted to go to school after the New Year, but her grandmother disagreed, and her parents quarreled about these things again.
Going to school is very casual these days. There are six-year-olds and eight- or nine-year-olds in the same class.
Not to mention going to school in the spring, some students dropped out halfway through, and some joined in halfway through, and no one cared whether they could keep up.
Feng Mian rubbed Feng Rongrong's hair and said to her: "Since your mother said she would send you to school, she will definitely send you there, don't worry."
"But Mom has no money."
"So do you want to get on?"
"Of course, I've thought about it. After the Chinese New Year, I'll go to work points, earn money and go to school in the second half of the year. In the first half of next year, I'll go to work points again, and continue to go to school in the second half. I can work for half a year."
She is eight years old, but she doesn't eat well and is very thin and small. Many six-year-old children in the 21st century are taller than her.
Looking at those eyes that were clearly black and white and extremely determined, Feng Mian made up his mind to make her go no matter what.
Feng Mian encouraged her, "Yes, you must go to school no matter what, and study hard. Rongrong, if you want to change your fate, going to school is the easiest way out. When you go to college and the city assigns you a job, you can leave here."
Feng Rongrong was encouraged by her and nodded heavily.
Suddenly, he thought of something and asked, "Aunt, do people in the city look down on girls?"
Will it? Actually, it will happen now.
She said, "People in the city don't look down on college girls."
"So... when they assign jobs to college girls, can you remember ten points?"
Feng Mian chuckled, patted her shoulder and said, "They don't keep score. Those who do a better job get more money."
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Feng Xiaojing didn't come the next day. Feng Mian thought that she was probably scolded by her mother and didn't dare to come.
She brought a bowl of braised pork to the door herself.
As soon as I put it down, Zhao Hui came over, lifted the bowl and took a look, saying disdainfully: "There are only a few slices of meat, one slice is not enough for each person."
Originally there were eight slices in a bowl, but each person in their family only had one slice.
Since she said so, Feng Mian said, "Why isn't it enough? My grandparents can eat four slices each."
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