Shi Junyao silently lowered her other hand.
One sweet potato isn't enough.
She silently swallowed those words.
Fang Xinmei was taken aback. She had one too?
She hesitated for a moment, originally intending to refuse.
But looking into those clear, bright eyes, Fang Xinmei didn't know why, but she agreed: "Then thank you, Daya. Is your name Daya?"
"Um."
Da Ya nodded: "My nickname is Da Ya, and my full name is Gu Qinglan. My uncle gave me these names. Do you think they sound nice?"
Da Ya suddenly blurted out a whole bunch of things.
She thought her name sounded beautiful; she remembered it clearly after hearing it only once.
Even my mother and aunts don't remember it very clearly.
But Daya herself remembered it very clearly.
Fang Xinmei was taken aback: "Uncle, Gu Yunyang?"
Daya tilted her head and thought for a moment, then nodded: "It seems that's what my uncle's name is."
uncle?
Shi Junyao and Fang Xinmei knew about the Gu family in the capital.
Although it did not spread on a large scale.
But many people who are close to the Gu family and have connections with them know this.
They both have the surname Gu, and after arriving here, this girl called him "uncle."
His identity is self-evident.
But why would this girl live in a former educated youth settlement?
Fang Xinmei was about to ask a question when Shi Junyao preemptively asked, "You call Gu Yunyang 'uncle,' so your mother must be Gu Yunyang's sister. Are you still living in the Hongqi Brigade or the educated youth settlement?"
Da Ya didn't know how to answer for a moment.
It seemed like tears were welling up in her eyes, swirling around in circles.
Shi Junyao was speechless. She thought this girl was really good at pretending.
For some reason, Shi Junyao felt that this scene was somewhat familiar.
"Da Ya, come back."
Gu Honglan stood at the door, coldly watching Shi Junyao.
Daya glared at Shi Junyao. She had originally thought this aunt was pretty and had even given her sweet potatoes.
Gu Honglan didn't know what to say.
In the past, if someone had surplus grain, they would share sweet potatoes with others.
Even if you feel like throwing up from eating coarse grains, you still have to keep them for yourself.
These days, when you go out to visit someone, you have to bring your own food.
In the last couple of days, every time Gu Yunyang saw Daya, it was either fruit candy, maltose, or cookies.
After Da Ya finished eating, she gave up the sweet potato.
“Da Ya, let’s ignore her. She’s a gossipy woman who comes here just to pry into other people’s family affairs.”
Shi Junyao's face turned pale, and she opened her mouth: "I..."
As a result, Gu Honglan ignored her completely and said to Daya, "Didn't your third aunt tell you that grain is very expensive? How can you just give it to others?"
Daya lowered her head as if she had done something wrong.
Seeing her like this, Gu Honglan didn't want to scold her anymore: "Alright, your third aunt isn't scolding you. You know, our family doesn't have that much food right now. Your mother saved her own sweet potatoes for you to eat, you..."
Never mind, he's just a child, he doesn't understand anything.
"I just saw they were all hungry." Daya wasn't completely clueless...
Finally, she lowered her head, realizing she had made a mistake.
Fang Xinmei over there was holding a sweet potato, unsure of what to do.
She'd already taken a bite: "Or, how about I give you a peach shortbread?"
Gu Honglan glanced back at the two of them. Shi Junyao quickly finished eating the sweet potato in her hand, then widened her eyes, looking quite innocent.
Fang Xinmei, on the other hand, seems difficult to get along with, but she actually has a bit of shamelessness.
Forget it, she couldn't be bothered to argue about it anymore.
"I'm here to tell you that the educated youth have just arrived here. Tomorrow, you can go to the brigade to collect your food allowance, and then you can rest for a day."
You can sleep at home or go to the commune to buy some things.
The pots and pans in the kitchen are ours; you can borrow them temporarily…
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