Chapter Seventeen: An Jianping's Shame
In the end, Yuan Qionghua's feelings became even more complicated.
That means their daughter is already married.
Otherwise, given the actions of these two brothers-in-law, their daughter would really fall out of love with them.
Moreover, their youngest son got married and built a house last year.
This year, there's no need to start construction with my two younger brothers-in-law.
Even so...
Thinking of how her husband followed his two younger brothers without hesitation, using almost all of the family's savings to lease an orchard.
Yuan Qionghua lost interest in continuing the conversation.
An Songyu didn't quite understand why her aunt was suddenly in a bad mood; she herself was also a little dazed for a moment.
The two simply stopped talking.
In fact, An Jianping's recent busyness in the village has not mainly consisted of these few houses that are currently under construction.
But at this moment, An Songyu has temporarily missed the opportunity to understand.
In the evening, after An Songyu returned home, she looked at her busy mother and hesitated several times before asking her anything.
She always felt that applying for a homestead and building houses for the two sisters was a matter of great importance.
It probably wasn't my mother's idea.
However, recently, everyone in the Jiang family goes to Jiang Village whenever they have time off.
Even if the mother didn't know about this before, she would probably find out the next time she went there.
I wonder how she will react then?
Feeling this way, An Songyu couldn't wait for her father to come back.
Seeing that dinner was almost ready, she couldn't wait to go out.
"Mom, shall I go downstairs and see if Dad and the others are back yet?"
“This child…” Bi Lizhu peeked at the closed door and shook her head helplessly.
She tasted the last dish one last time before turning off the heat with satisfaction.
I checked the time, and it was indeed time for my husband and daughter to get off work.
Bi Lizhu quickly brought the prepared food to the table.
It wasn't until the food was all on the table that she realized her second son was on leave today; he must have gone to Jiangcun.
And judging from her appearance just now...
It looks like she'll have to go there next time she has a day off.
Last week, when Bi Lizhu was on break, she did not go to Jiangcun because of matters concerning her family.
I wonder how Jianping is doing with things in Jiangcun.
An Songyu had no idea that her unusual behavior prompted Bi Lizhu to decide to go to Jiangcun to check on the situation even faster.
She rushed downstairs like a happy little bird.
Just then, I saw An Jianping slowly riding his bicycle back.
Although they live in the staff quarters of the silk factory, An Jianping also works at the silk factory.
Even twenty years later, Shuncheng No. 1 Silk Weaving Factory still stands strong because it has inherited the craftsmanship of intangible cultural heritage and can produce precious silk products.
The entire factory area and the residential area combined are larger than some large communities in later generations.
"Dad!" An Songyu obediently went to greet him, took the bag from An Jianping's hand, and made it easier for him to lock the car.
"You're back from the village?" An Jianping asked calmly.
He could tell what his daughter was thinking just by looking at her expression.
However, this place is clearly not the right place to discuss these things.
After locking the car, An Jianping took the bag from his daughter's hand, greeted an acquaintance who was leaving get off work, and gestured for his daughter to hurry home.
An Songyu, who had run over excitedly but hadn't been able to say anything, could only reluctantly prepare to go home with her father.
But before the two could go upstairs, An Songxiang returned on her bicycle.
The father and daughter simply stood downstairs and waited for a while.
After An Songxiang locked the car, the three of them went upstairs together.
Upstairs, Bi Lizhu served the rice and added a bowl of soup for each person. Then she saw the father and his two daughters push open the door and enter together.
She glanced at her second daughter's expression and the other two's, but didn't notice anything different.
So he temporarily put aside the strange feeling he had just had.
After dinner, An Songyu and her sister helped Bi Lizhu clean up the kitchen.
Bi Lizhu looked at the fruit in the house and asked loudly:
"Ayu, Xiang, we've almost finished the fruit at home. Do you want to go out and buy some more later?"
An Songyu's eyes lit up slightly, and she quickly refused:
"Mom, no need, you can go out and buy it yourself."
Bi Lizhu paused in her tidying up and couldn't help but look up at the kitchen again.
In the past, if she had asked this question, her two daughters would have generally agreed.
Firstly, they can choose the fruits that they both like.
Secondly, I'll keep her company and help her carry her things.
But Bi Lizhu didn't say much, instead giving some instructions:
"Then wash and cut up the fruit in the house. Tonight, let's eat the apple and pear that are left."
"I understand, Mom. You can go out without worry!"
When the door closed outside, An Songxiang put down the dishcloth she was using to wipe the dishes and looked at her sister.
He seemed to be saying, "If you have something to say, just tell me right now."
An Songyu did not answer immediately, but instead urged An Songxiang:
"Ah Xiang, hurry up, let's clean up the kitchen and then go find Dad!"
An Songxiang became even more puzzled, but she still started working again.
Soon, the two sisters had finished cleaning up the kitchen.
An Songyu didn't even have time to clean up the kitchen trash before she quickly pulled her younger sister outside.
In An Jianping and his wife's room, An Jianping was diligently taking notes in his notebook.
The two sisters knocked on the door and barged in without waiting for his response.
An Jianping reluctantly took off his glasses and looked at the two of them.
“Dad…” An Songyu had barely uttered a word when she realized she didn’t know where to begin.
After a long while, she lowered her voice and continued to ask:
"Dad, did you apply for a homestead for me and Ah Xiang in the village as well?"
"And this time, are we going to build four houses together?"
"What?" An Songxiang exclaimed in shock.
She looked at her sister, then at her father, feeling as if what she had just heard was a dream.
An Jianping looked at his two daughters with a sense of helplessness.
It seems that the two girls didn't even read the documents they were asked to sign at the bank a few days ago.
Despite those loans, he genuinely didn't intend for his two daughters to bear the burden.
But that's not how it's done!
But An Jianping didn't have time to speak.
An Songxiang tried her best to lower her voice and tone, her voice trembling slightly as she asked:
"Dad, is what my sister said true? You... you really applied for a homestead for both of us in the village?"
An Jianping was rendered speechless by his youngest daughter's reaction and could no longer scold her.
He nodded helplessly, which was his way of answering his daughter's question.
But the next moment, An Songxiang suddenly burst into tears.
Then she threw herself into An Jianping's arms.
I haven't seen my daughter like this for many years.
An Jianping tried to comfort his youngest daughter in a flurry of activity, but to no avail.
He quickly looked up at his second daughter, hoping she would come and help.
But I saw tears glistening in the eyes of my usually strong second daughter.
For a moment, An Jianping also fell silent.
For the first time, An Jianping felt ashamed of his wife's insistence that their son should be cared for in his old age, and that they should give their son more consideration.
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