Ruan Qiqi accepted it without hesitation and said, "Save more, otherwise you won't have money to buy whatever your nephew wants to eat in the future!"

"That can't be possible. We can still afford food for children."

The two brothers said in unison that Ruan Qiqi looked down on them.

After all, they are adults who have made second-class merits. How could they not be able to afford some food for their nephew?

Ruan Qiqi was just joking. She glanced at the leather shoes in Lu Jiefang's hand, and asked with a sudden thought, "Did you see Xu Lina?"

She remembered Lu Jiefang's ex-girlfriend Xu Lina, who now worked as a salesperson in a shoe cabinet.

"I saw her. I spent half an hour choosing and even wrote a bad review in her comment book!"

Lu Jiefang boasted with great pride that he had finally gotten rid of the frustration he had been feeling for the past six months. Seeing Xu Lina's expression of being angry but not being able to say anything, he felt extremely happy.

"I also spent half an hour choosing and then wrote a bad review."

Lu Yuanchao shook his head proudly. He must have been following in his brother's footsteps.

That woman Xu Lina was so mean that she even dared to dump his brother. He couldn't swallow this!

"Is this all you did?" Ruan Qiqi asked.

"Isn't that enough? Sister-in-law, you haven't seen Xu Lina's face. It's uglier than eating shit. And you have to serve her in silence. It's so satisfying!"

Lu Jiefang now feels even better than after eating the ginseng fruit.

Lu Yuanchao nodded, and he also felt very happy.

Ruan Qiqi sighed lightly. These two idiots were so stupid that they couldn't even do anything bad.

Fortunately, I inherited Lu Desheng's good luck, otherwise it would be difficult for me to even survive!

"I have something to tell you. Aunt Lin's performance on the farm is not very good. She is not active in her work and always asks for leave. When you go to see her, try to persuade her not to hold you back. If she hadn't held you back, you would have definitely won first-class honors this time."

Ruan Qiqi openly tried to sow discord between them as mother and son.

"We were originally awarded first-class merit?"

The brothers' eyes widened and the joy on their faces froze in an instant.

Although there is only one word difference between the first-class merit and the second-class merit, the difference is still huge. If they get the first-class merit, they can be promoted directly.

God gave them the opportunity to be promoted, but they were rejected by their incompetent parents!

Both brothers thought so in their hearts, and felt more resentful towards Lin Manyun.

If others can reform themselves, why can't their parents do it?

"You almost died, how come you didn't get a first-class merit? But because Aunt Lin's awareness was too low, the organization felt that you still needed deeper training, so they gave you a second-class merit. No wonder the organization made such a decision. It's really your mother... Sigh... You will know when you go to the farm."

Ruan Qiqi wanted to talk but stopped herself, her expression was indescribable, and her eye drops were flying. The two brothers did not doubt it at all. They had been through life and death with their sister-in-law, and she would definitely not lie to them.

The first-class merit that they had just won flew away just like that. The two brothers felt more pain in their hearts than if it were cut by a knife, and their faces looked uglier than if they were crying.

“It’s time to eat!”

Lu Desheng came out to call for help. Seeing the two brothers standing there stupidly, he slapped each of them and yelled, "Are you deaf? You are so slow to react. What will you do on the battlefield in the future? The enemy's bullets were right in front of your eyes, but you didn't know how to dodge. With your stupid behavior, how can you set a good example for your nephew in the future?"

“I heard it!”

The two brothers held their heads and yelled in unison.

They originally wanted to ask the old man whether the first-class merit was real, but their heads were buzzing from the beatings and they forgot about it.

Xiao Duan is a good cook and he makes authentic Hunan cuisine which is both delicious and goes well with rice. Ruan Qiqi ate with a big appetite and even drank three full bowls of rice.

After dinner, Mo Qiufeng couldn't help showing off to Ruan Qiqi a porcelain cup he had found a few days ago, and he even ran home to get it.

"It's definitely Ding kiln. I only spent two dollars and found a great bargain."

The porcelain cup that Mo Qiufeng brought over was as white as jade, and one could tell just by looking at its appearance that it was no ordinary item.

"This is a big leak. Uncle Mo likes to collect antiques?"

Although Ruan Qiqi didn't know much about antiques, she had heard of Ding Kiln, one of the five major kilns. This cup was well preserved and if it was kept for decades, it would definitely be sold at a high price.

"He just likes doing this. He spends all his salary on it."

Lu Desheng's tone was full of disdain. He thought it would be better to use the spare money to buy meat. It would be useless to eat anything.

Mo Qiufeng smiled and was too lazy to argue with him. Everyone has different hobbies.

Lu Desheng likes to eat meat and collect cultural relics. His greatest pleasure every week is to go shopping in cultural relic shops and see if he can find any bargains.

"Uncle Mo collects all kinds of treasures, he must be an expert."

Ruan Qiqi admired Mo Qiufeng very much. He knew so much. He was good at playing the piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, marching and fighting. He was also very good at identifying cultural relics. Really amazing!

"His family runs a pawn shop, so how could they not be experts?"

Lu Desheng yelled something, then he became annoyed and looked at Mo Qiufeng apologetically.

Mo Qiufeng smiled calmly and said nothing, but it was obvious that his mood had calmed down a lot. After chatting for a few minutes, he took the porcelain cup and went home.

Lu Desheng slapped his mouth hard, "What a lousy mouth!"

"Dad, what happened to Uncle Mo?" Ruan Qiqi asked with concern.

She had never heard anyone mention Mo Qiufeng's family background before, but she could guess that Mo Qiufeng must be from a wealthy family. His elegance and nobility, as well as his great knowledge and talent, were not something that an ordinary family could cultivate.

"Oh, he misses his family!"

Lu Desheng sighed and told the story of Mo Qiufeng, a story full of tragedy and hatred.

Mo Qiufeng's family runs a pawnshop, and there are branches of the Mo family in many cities across the province. Over time, the Mo family has collected many treasures. The one that Mo Qiufeng's father values ​​most is a box of oracle bones.

Before the age of nineteen, Mo Qiufeng was a carefree young master from a wealthy family. He was extremely smart and a great student since he was young. He lived up to everyone's expectations and was admitted to Beijing University. When the Mo family got into trouble, he was studying in Beijing and escaped.

It was only when his clan members informed him that he realized something had happened at home. Overnight, his parents, uncles, brothers, sisters, nephews and nieces were all killed.

The Mo family's old house was burned down to the ground by a fire, but it could not cover up the crimes of the Japanese devils.

The fuse was the box of oracle bones. The Japanese wanted to buy them, but the Mo family refused to sell them and even scolded the Japanese. In addition, the Japanese had just entered Tanzhou City and wanted to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys. The Mo family was a well-known family in Tanzhou City with a high status, but they became innocent victims of their swords.

Overnight, Mo Qiufeng grew up. After burying his family, he returned to the capital to go to school, but secretly joined the revolution. After that, he lurked in the enemy camp to collect intelligence and avenge his family and thousands of compatriots who were killed.

Although the Japanese were driven away, his family could never come back. This is an eternal pain in Mo Qiufeng's heart, and he still cannot let it go.

"Uncle Mo must have gone crazy a long time ago!"

Ruan Qiqi sighed. Mo Qiufeng seemed calm and composed, but he might have gone crazy inside. His calm and rational appearance was just a facade, like a dormant volcano. Once it erupted, the consequence would be the destruction of everything.

Those damn Japanese devils have driven so many Chinese people crazy!

After returning home, Mo Qiufeng sat in the study and smoked quietly. He seldom smoked and would only smoke when he was extremely upset.

There was a family photo in front of him. In the photo, he had a childish face and was standing behind his parents. There were also his uncles, brothers and sisters, nephews and nieces, more than 20 people in total, and they were all smiling happily.

This was a family photo taken when he went to college. He brought it to school and looked at it when he missed home. This was the only photo he had saved, as all the other photos were burned by the Japanese.

Mo Qiufeng blew out a smoke ring, gently stroked the photo, and murmured: "The Japanese have been driven away. Did you receive the letter I burned for you? If you did, can you come into my dream and tell me?"