[Mom, why are you crying? An An will wipe your tears!]
She raised her little hand and used her warm palm to wipe away the tears from the corners of Feng Jingrou's eyes bit by bit.
Feng Jingrou gazed at her sensible little daughter for a long time, and said silently in her heart: "An An, welcome home!"
After staying at the village chief's house for a while, Feng Jingrou took the children home to sleep.
Li Cunsheng had been talking to Qin Ting about setting up a chili sauce factory, and he was particularly reluctant to let her go. He only wished she wasn't a boy, otherwise, he would have kept her to talk all night.
As soon as Qin Ting left, Village Chief Li went to the brigade headquarters and urgently convened a meeting of several village cadres.
The next day, just after dawn, the village cadres gathered all the dried red peppers they had purchased from their relatives at the brigade headquarters.
Not more, not less, exactly 50 kilograms!
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Liu Fengying was teased by Zhao Guihua and was so angry that she dragged Qin Yunjiao to write a letter to Qin Zheng that night.
"Just write that Feng Jingrou is possessed by a ghost and has returned from the city, and she wants to kill us!"
"She held a knife to my neck and forced me to tell her your address. Did she write to you? You must not believe her. You must believe that everything I do is for the good of you and the children!"
"If Feng Jingrou asks you to come back, don't do it. The evil spirit in her body is trying to deceive you. If you come back, you will definitely go to jail. Then there will be no one to earn money to support the children! The whole family will starve to death..."
Qin Yunjiao spread out the letter paper and wrote the letter stroke by stroke under the oil lamp.
Liu Fengying: "Finally, don't forget to tell your third uncle that Qin Che is seriously ill and ask him to send back another 500 yuan."
Qin Yunjiao paused while writing. "Grandma, isn't 500 yuan too much? How can Third Uncle have that much money?"
"What do you mean by 'more'?" Liu Fengying said angrily, "Your Third Uncle is working for the big boss now. He has no money, but the big boss also has no money? Let him go and borrow!"
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While Qin Yunjiao was writing the letter, there was another room in Huaihua Village with an oil lamp lit.
Yu Bin sat alone at the table and wrote two letters carefully.
One was a letter to his parents, telling them that he was going to get married.
He carefully wrapped the other letter in newspaper, took his most valuable possession - a huge old tape recorder, and knocked on the door of the female educated youth Jiang Qing.
"Jiang Zhiqing, can you help me deliver a letter?"
"to whom?"
"Qin Ting."
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