Lu Cong lowered his head and thought for a while, and felt that what his son said made sense.

My schedule is too fragmented and I can't get enough rest. If Fang Qing gets sick again, wouldn't that be a burden to my son?

"Okay, from now on, your mother and I will be responsible for picking up and dropping off Chenchen. She only needs to work three or four hours a day and cook."

At this point, Lu Cong slapped his thigh and said, "Wow, that's really comfortable. Think about the years when we were paid work points, we worked more than ten hours a day, and when we came home we still had to take care of the children and do housework, nothing was too much."

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Wang Cuilan said, "Old man, things are different now. People nowadays are not as hardworking as we were back then! When I gave birth to Jiang Ting and his siblings, I would rest for less than half a day before getting up to work in the fields again.

Especially when his eldest sister was born, I carried the baby on my back and held a hoe in my hand. I was young at that time and cried every day because I was tired. My eyes were damaged from crying.

It's just strange, we are unlucky and were born in an era of suffering. If I were born now, I would find it hard to sweep the streets. "

These words made Lu Jiangting uncomfortable again.

I thought my parents were right. No matter how tired I was, it would only take a few hours and I would be able to get through it if I just endured it.

Cooking? Who doesn’t cook?

Other people’s daughters-in-law still have to go home to cook and take care of children after work. Isn’t it hard for them to work?

There is no such thing as easy work.

He only now realized that Fang Qing was a little hypocritical.

If you think about it carefully, Fang Qing hasn't had a proper job since Wang Jianjun brought her out of the mountains.

I opened a hair salon before, but it didn’t last long.

Last year, she worked at the grain and oil station, and it was Lao Wang who asked her to choose an easy job.

My current job is relatively easy, at least much easier than his previous job.

"Dad, Mom, I know it's not easy for you. Fang Qing really...can't endure hardship. Let's arrange it like this for now. If anything comes up, we can talk later."

You always told Lin Yuyao that Fang Qing had a hard time. Now you know that Fang Qing can't endure hardship?

"Okay, we'll listen to you."

After Lu Jiangting talked to his parents, he reached out to take Wang Chenchen.

Looking down, I found the injuries on Wang Chenchen's face.

"Chenchen, what's wrong with your face?"

Wang Chenchen hesitated and didn't say anything.

Lu Cong said, "It's normal for children to get bumped and bruised. It was probably caused by accident."

He lowered his head and asked Wang Chenchen, "Chenchen, tell grandpa, is the injury on your face caused by a fall?"

Wang Chenchen lowered his head and murmured "hmm" in a low voice.

Lu Cong said: "Look, he fell down by himself."

However, Lu Jiangting didn't think so. How could he have been injured by falling?

He squatted down and looked straight at the wound on Wang Chenchen's face with a serious expression.

"Chenchen, tell Uncle Lu if you had a fight with the kids?"

"I...I..." Wang Chenchen stammered and couldn't say anything, but his eyes were already red and his mouth was swollen, as if he was about to cry.

Without his answer, Lu Jiangting guessed that he had a fight with someone.

"Why did you fight with others? Didn't your uncle tell you not to fight with other children?"

Wang Chenchen shook his head and said, "No, I didn't fight with anyone, they beat me up."

Lu Jiangting's face changed, "The kids hit you? Which kids hit you? Why did they hit you?"

"They...they joke about not having a dad..."

Lu Jiangting's face changed drastically. He had heard Fang Qing talk about this before, but he didn't take it seriously.

I thought she was using her child's story to gain sympathy. Secondly, I thought the parents of the children in that school were all well-educated people. After knowing that he was a martyr, they would be so heartbroken for him that how could they possibly bully him?

I didn't expect it to be true.

"So they bully you just for this?"

Wang Chenchen shook her head and said, "No, they even joked that my mom went to the street."

Lu Jiangting: "..."

"How do they know?"

"My mom wore work clothes to take me to school, and people saw it."

Lu Jiangting was speechless for a while, then asked, "What else?"

Wang Chenchen raised his arms and said, "You also said that I was wearing torn clothes."

There was a big hole in the armpit and the clothes were torn.

Lu Cong snorted coldly and said directly, "Fang Qing is really something. She didn't even change her clothes after sweeping the streets. If her classmates saw her, it would be a joke. And the clothes. She didn't even bother to sew the child's clothes even though they were so torn. What mother would think of her like this? The child will suffer with her."

Lu Jiangting's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Wang Cuilan saw this and said, "Oh, Fang Qing was busy with work and maybe she didn't have time to pay attention. It's my fault. It's okay, Chenchen. When you go back, grandma will help you sew. Ask your uncle, grandma is very good at sewing clothes."

Lu Cong: "What are you trying to show off, old woman? If you were just sewing clothes ten years ago, don't you know what your eyes look like now? Come and sew, don't prick your hand with the needle."

After listening to their conversation, Lu Jiangting's expression became even uglier.

His mother was a hardworking and simple person. Lincoln was reluctant to let his descendants suffer even though he himself had to endure hardships.

Fang Qing said she was tired, but she was still asked to do so much work. Her mother was actually unhappy about it.

But she is old and her eyesight is not good, so she is unable to do many things.

It's all his fault as an unfilial son, causing them to suffer at this age.

"Mom, I'll ask Fang Qing to sew the clothes for you."

"Son, don't tell her, she will quarrel with you again later."

Lu Jiangting felt more and more uncomfortable. Even after all this, I was still worrying about him.

Lu Cong said, "Jiang Ting, sewing clothes is a piece of cake. This child is pitiful, you can't let him be bullied in school, you have to think of a way to solve the child's problem."

Lu Jiangting nodded with emotion.

How lucky was he to be their son?

My parents are kind people. Even though Chenchen is not their biological grandson, they treat him like their own grandson. How many people can do that?

If Yuyao could have...

Oh! Never mind. I won't think about it anymore.

They have their own lives to live, and Yuyao has a new life, so he shouldn't think about her anymore.

"Dad, I'll find a way."

When they returned, Fang Qing was still cooking. Lu Jiangting stood at the door and told Fang Qing about Chenchen being bullied by other kids.

Fang Qing then realized that Wang Chenchen’s injury was not caused by his fall, but by someone else beating him.

Fang Qing immediately dropped the spatula, looked at Wang Chenchen and asked, "Chenchen, tell mom who hit you? I'll break his hand."

Wang Chenchen looked at her ferocious look and didn't dare to say anything.

Lu Jiangting said with a dark face: "You're going to break someone's hand? Do you know what the backgrounds of the kids in that school are?"

Fang Qing: “…”

"Most people can't get in even if they have money. If it weren't for Lao Wang's help, we wouldn't even be able to get to the school gate."

Fang Qing, "That was in the past. Now we are married, and you are Chenchen's father. Chenchen is also a cadre's child. Why can't you go?"