As for the harvest of that night, Rong Qing did not take stock of it. Anyway, she made a detour to the State Administration of Cultural Heritage to find some important cultural relics and antiques. The director's entire office was almost filled with them.
I believe the director will be shocked by her surprise the next day! She slowly closed her eyes and mobilized her spiritual power to repair her body. Her hands on her abdomen were still holding an energy stone. This body was still a little weak, so she decided to enter the space to temper it as soon as she had time after waking up.
As expected, after her physical fatigue completely dissipated, she heard a knock on the door from outside the space, followed by Grandma Jiang's kind voice: "My dear, something happened at home. You just need to rest well and don't come out. We will take care of it."
Without giving Rong Qing time to answer, Grandma Jiang left.
Since he was no longer needed, Rong Qing had almost rested enough, so he stood up, found a place, sat cross-legged and began to practice.
For some unknown reason, her cultivation this time was very smooth and without any hindrance. Her dantian seemed to have expanded a lot, and it seemed as if there was no upper limit to the amount of spiritual energy it could accommodate. Her cultivation level was also rising at an incredible speed until she reached the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, when she forcibly stopped absorbing spiritual energy.
Then, she looked inside her body anxiously to make sure there was nothing wrong before she felt relieved. Her consciousness finally sank into the sea of consciousness. At that moment, she was stunned. She saw a golden light. As a cultivator, she was no stranger to this. It was the golden light of merit. After figuring it out, she laughed happily:
"Hahaha, it really is an unexpected success! Looks like I must continue this work of caring for the people to the end!"
No wonder her cultivation was so smooth just now. Now she really doesn't have to worry about the problem of unstable foundation due to rapid growth in cultivation. Looking at the inner demon again, surprisingly, it has become much lighter again.
Withdraw your consciousness and continue to meditate and practice.
Until there was another knock on the door outside the space, followed by Jiang's mother's gentle voice:
"Xiao Qing, are you awake? Come to the restaurant for breakfast."
Rong Qing quickly washed up, changed into her clothes for the day, slipped out of the space, got off the kang and put on her shoes, quickly opened the door, and smiled obediently: "Thank you, Mom, let's go."
He asked curiously:
"Did anything happen last night?"
Jiang's mother sighed: "Yan'er's room was robbed, and it was robbed very thoroughly." She didn't say that except for the person, everything else was stolen.
He originally wanted to call the police, but considering that Jiang Yaner was already at the age of getting married, it would affect her reputation if the news got out. In the end, Grandpa Jiang had no choice but to arrange for people to investigate secretly and try their best to recover the lost items.
Jiang Yaner's eyes were swollen from crying. Her mother took her back to her room, found a set of thick clothes and a new quilt that she had never worn and gave it to her. She held her in her arms and coaxed her for most of the night.
The whole family promised to redecorate her room and take her to the department store and the Friendship Store at dawn to buy new clothes, new shoes, new bags, various daily necessities, and cosmetics...
Grandma Jiang gave her 500 yuan, Mother Jiang gave her 500 yuan, Grandpa Jiang and Father Jiang each gave her 1,000 yuan. When Jiang Weiyi went back to the house to get the money, he found that his money was gone too. He wanted to say something, but what could he say?
All along, he had disguised himself as a poor person in this family, so he could only turn back, put on a bitter smile and stretch out his hand to beg Grandma Jiang for money.
Finally, he got 500 yuan from the word "debt collector". He gave 300 yuan to Jiang Yaner and put the remaining 200 yuan in his pocket. Tomorrow, when he passes by the state-owned restaurant on his way to the company, he needs to order his favorite breakfast. Can you please save some for yourself?
This action made Jiang Yaner unhappy, and her tears fell even harder. In the end, Jiang's mother said:
"Be good, mom will take half a day off tomorrow to go with you. Buy whatever you want, and you can keep the money you just bought as pocket money."
Jiang Yaner really wanted to yell and curse, you asked me to use more than 2,000 as pocket money, do you know how much I lost? That’s more than 20,000, more than 20,000, which I have saved since I was a child. It hurts so much that I feel like half of my heart has been dug out.
She didn't notice the jealousy in Chu Ling'er's eyes as she stood on the other side and comforted her from time to time. She regretted again that she had given too little betrothal gift. She felt too hasty and should have understood the Jiang family's financial situation before bringing it up.
Now, she was sent away with just 1,000 yuan. At this moment, she couldn't help but resent the Jiang family. They looked down on her as a country girl, right? Otherwise, they wouldn't be so stingy. She also wanted to know how much betrothal gift they gave to Rong Qing.
If Rong Qing knew, she would tell her directly that it was an amount you couldn't imagine. Just tell her if you are angry or not. I really want to tell her: people die when compared with others, and goods are thrown away when compared with others.
She quickly concealed her emotions, stepped forward tenderly and took Jiang Yaner's hand, and said with great concern:
"Yan'er, don't cry, your family is worried about you. They are so nice to you, giving you over 2,000 yuan in pocket money.
The young girls in our village have endless work to do every day. They are very grateful to their parents if they can have a full meal. However, they have never had a full meal. Every household has only tens or hundreds of dollars in savings, and the richest village chief's family has only more than 500.
If you get married, the betrothal gift is only a little over a hundred yuan. The lucky ones who marry in the county town can only get a little over 500 yuan. I am the luckiest among them. The betrothal gift alone is 1,000 yuan. Yan'er, I really envy you. Your whole family gives you the best and treats you like a little princess. It's hard for everyone to bear it if you do this."
Grandma Jiang couldn't help but glance at her when she heard this. At first glance, these words sounded like comfort and there was nothing wrong with it, but did she really want to take them seriously?
Jiang's mother was wondering if Yan'er had enough pocket money. Didn't she often come back and ask how much pocket money her sisters gave her?
The least she spends is one or two hundred yuan at a time, which means about 500-1000 yuan a month. She pampers him and he deserves no less than others.
Therefore, Jiang's mother and her family have always given as much as possible. Anyway, the other three boys in the family don't need the money, and they still pay money home every month, so they have to spoil their little daughter more.
Didn’t we all say that daughters should be raised in wealth?
In fact, what Jiang's mother didn't know was that Jiang Yan'er did all this to highlight that she was the best off and the most favored among those little sisters. She talked about having a lot of money, but in fact, those people's families only gave them a few dozen or a hundred yuan in pocket money a month, and they saved most of it.
No one spends money as lavishly as she does.
The Jiang family is very busy and has no time to verify, so as a result, the situation has become what it is now.
Jiang Yan'er understood Chu Ling'er's meaning completely and immediately held back her tears. Her soft voice was a little hoarse:
"I'm fine, grandpa, grandma, mom, dad, and uncle, don't worry. I just feel sad because those, those are the gifts my family bought and gave to me.
When I think about all the things being stolen, I feel so sad, so sad, I can't control my tears. Actually, as long as I have a family who loves me, I don't need to buy too much, just enough is enough, and I can buy it with the money I have.
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