Chapter 182 Our daughter came into this world to enjoy...
Tang Mingli suddenly had a bad feeling.
But this is just speculation.
She hurriedly asked Wang Niuhua, "What else did Grandma say?"
Wang Niuhua didn't notice the change in Tang Mingli. When talking about her grandmother, she was still very sad. She said in a sorrowful tone, "Grandma said that Grandma Yujuan is very capable. She can do many things that she can't do. She is more reliable than her. She is very at ease with her and told me not to be afraid."
Tang Mingli's heart clenched upon hearing this.
I admire Aunt Xiujuan's insightful understanding, and also...
"Grandma also told me to study hard and become a great person in the future so that I can help many people in need."
This is what Grandma said to her the night before they went to find Yujuan and the others, when the two of them were lying in bed trying to fall asleep.
She didn't quite understand, but she remembered everything.
Therefore, she was not afraid; she trusted Grandma Yujuan.
Tang Mingli patted Wang Niuhua's head.
She was almost certain of her suspicions: Aunt Xiujuan might not have been acting on impulse; she had planned to leave when she made that phone call.
My mother-in-law is indeed someone I can entrust my life to; Aunt Xiujuan was right.
With her only concern being taken care of, she could finally relax. But she never considered whether her mother-in-law could bear the truth.
Perhaps she was suffering so much from her illness that she couldn't think about anything else.
Tang Mingli tried her best to think in terms of the inherent goodness of humanity, and didn't want to guess that her mother-in-law, this friend, wasn't actually that important to Aunt Xiujuan.
If the mother-in-law knew that their arrival would become her death knell, she would absolutely not be able to bear it.
Therefore, you absolutely must not let your mother-in-law know.
Tang Mingli looked at Wang Niuhua again, her face serious, and said, "Niuhua, promise Auntie you won't tell anyone else about these things, okay?"
"Why?" Wang Niuhua asked, somewhat uneasy.
Did she say something wrong? Was Grandma wrong?
Tang Mingli didn't want to scare her, so she softened her voice and said, "There's no reason why. You'll understand when you grow up. Now, will you promise Auntie?"
Wang Niuhua looked at Tang Mingli and, after confirming that she was not angry, breathed a slight sigh of relief.
“Okay, I won’t tell anyone else.” Wang Niu nodded emphatically as she spoke, but she was really curious why Grandma Yujuan couldn’t tell either.
Tang Mingli had no answer.
The person I absolutely cannot talk about is Grandma Yujuan.
She couldn't explain the connection to such a young child, so she could only come up with a kind excuse.
“Grandma Yujuan and your grandma are good friends. If you mention your grandma in front of her, she will be sad.”
Wang Niuhua seemed to understand, but she also thought that her grandmother was very sad, but it wasn't something that couldn't be mentioned.
But she couldn't ask the child why he was being so annoying.
So Wang Niuhua obediently said, "I'll listen to Auntie."
Sure enough, Aunt Mingli praised her for being well-behaved.
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The accommodation conditions at the town's central primary school were not good, which made Fu's mother burst into tears again.
The room, which is only about ten square meters, houses more than a dozen children. There is no bathroom, and the children have to walk a distance to take a bath or use the toilet.
She felt so sorry for him.
I feel sorry for Wang Niuhua, and I also feel sorry for the children.
But Wang Niuhua was delighted, because in her opinion, these conditions were even better than those at home.
They slept on a bed, not a makeshift wooden plank. The roof was high enough that it was clear it wouldn't leak.
What surprised her even more was that there were two large ceiling fans.
Summer is here and we can use fans!
You should know, they didn't even have a fan at home. When it got really hot, they could only use a palm-leaf fan to cool themselves down.
No wonder her younger brother was so jealous when he found out she could go to school in town; it's so great to study here.
Wang Niuhua blushed with excitement and promised her mother, who supported her schooling, "Grandma Yujuan, I will definitely study hard and will never waste your money."
The tears that Fu's mother had managed to stop welled up again.
“Good child, remember, you are studying hard for your own sake. Grandma Yujuan is supporting your schooling willingly.”
Fu's mother gave her many more instructions.
"Don't be afraid to eat at school, we've already paid your food fees. You're at a crucial stage of growth, so eat as much as you want, okay?"
Wang Niu nodded, her heart pounding.
In all her life, she has never been able to eat as much as she wanted.
"Did you write down Grandma's phone number?"
“I’ve written it down,” Wang Niuhua said, reading aloud the phone number her mother-in-law had given her.
Only after confirming that she had indeed remembered it did Fu's mother feel relieved.
"If there's anything urgent, you can contact the teacher and have them call me, okay?"
"Know."
"Grandma will come to see you whenever she has time."
To everyone's surprise, Wang Niuhua did not agree, but said, "Grandma Yujuan, I will be good at school. You don't need to come to see me often. I know you live in a very, very far place, and it takes you a long time to come."
Mrs. Fu was surprised and asked, "How did you know?"
“My grandma told me that her old home was in a very, very far place, so far that she could never go back.”
After saying that, Wang Niuhua suddenly covered her mouth.
Oh no, she just mentioned Grandma. Will Grandma Yujuan be sad?
Oh no, Grandma Yujuan cried. She was so sad.
Wang Niuhua was at a loss and looked helplessly at Tang Mingli.
Tang Mingli gently patted her mother-in-law's back and whispered, "Mom, you'll scare the child like that."
Fu's mother quickly wiped away her tears.
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After Wang Niuhua enrolled in school, the Fu family's life returned to its former tranquility.
But that's only what it appears to be.
In fact, Tang Mingli felt that everyone had changed to some extent.
For example, my grandmother used to chat with other old ladies about everyday things, but now she often talks about impoverished children. She really wishes she could use her own strength to get more people to help those children in need.
For example, my mother-in-law also takes a portion of her retirement pension each month and donates it to a children's foundation to help children in need.
And she herself has been busy with a big project these days.
Every day, as soon as the child falls asleep, I go into the study to flip through some books and write.
This went on for several days in a row, and both Madam Fu and her mother were curious about what she was busy with.
Tang Mingli didn't keep them in suspense and told them directly, "I'm writing a proposal for the China Children's Foundation."
This sounds incredible.
Why did I end up writing my comments while I was donating?
Tang Mingli knew that everyone would be surprised if she told them, so she simply explained why she did it.
Wang Niuhua's story had a profound impact on her, so much so that she couldn't remain indifferent. So, after calming down and thinking it over, she decided to write down the idea that was gradually taking shape in her mind.
There are too many impoverished children in China at present, and the situation of girls is much more difficult than that of boys. She hopes that the foundation can have a special support program to help girls in need.
Let's just say she overestimated herself and offered suggestions to the children's foundation.
Madam Fu asked with some concern, "Will they listen?"
Tang Mingli didn't know either.
She knew her ideas might not be comprehensive. But what if the foundation could find one or two useful points in her suggestions?
"You have to do it first before you can think about whether it will be accepted."
Grandma Fu thought her granddaughter-in-law's point of view was very correct. No matter what you do, you can't just keep worrying.
However, it turned out that Tang Mingli was too optimistic.
After she sent her letter, which was more than ten pages long, it seemed to have sunk without a trace.
The longer she waited, the colder her heart grew. Several months passed without a response, and she completely lost hope.
Her suggestion will go unanswered.
Even whether her letter was ever seen is another matter entirely.
It would be a lie to say I wasn't disappointed.
However, she quickly came to terms with it, realizing that the foundation probably receives hundreds or even thousands of letters every day, so it's normal that they can't keep up.
Fortunately, the months of waiting were not in vain. By some unexpected turn of events, Grandma made some progress.
Although she could no longer learn from Mr. Chen, Mrs. Fu has made a name for herself in the calligraphy world on her own.
Tang Mingli felt the time was right, so she organized a calligraphy and painting exhibition for her, which was very well received and was even featured in the Guangcheng Daily.
Through the Guangcheng Daily, Madam Fu raised awareness of the plight of impoverished girls in China, which resonated with many.
This incident made the three women of the Fu family deeply understand a principle: women need to stand on higher ground in order to fight for more women's right to speak.
Otherwise, everything would be like the letter she sent out, silent and unnoticed, as if it had never existed.
However, Tang Mingli did not intend to let her letter remain unnoticed.
Isn't it said that money can make the devil turn the millstone? She wanted to give it a try.
Tang Mingli wrote to the foundation again, but this time she used a different method.
The letter was sent out just before the Lunar New Year.
This time, she was full of confidence.
Fu Ci was extremely curious. What method had his wife used this time to be so confident that the foundation would respond to him?
The usually candid wife was keeping everyone in suspense this time, only saying, "You'll know when they reply to me after the New Year."
"Are you so sure?"
"Absolutely certain," Tang Mingli said firmly.
Human nature may be untestable, but the power of money should not be underestimated.
"So mysterious? Can't you tell me now?"
"It's that mysterious."
Fu Ci joked, "Then I really hope this year ends soon?"
And just as he said, the New Year passed in the blink of an eye.
With only two days left before he had to return to work in Shenzhen, Fu Ci was reluctant to leave his wife and daughter. He longed to hold his daughter in his arms every day, and even sighed with a touch of resentment, "Why does the time we spend together as a family always pass by so quickly?"
Tang Mingli felt the same way.
She was especially reluctant to let her husband go back to work in Shenzhen this year.
But I can't not go back; my career is on the rise, and I can't afford not to seize the opportunity.
As Fu Yu grew older, she became less attached to her father. When she heard that he was about to go to work, she was heartbroken and said in her childish voice, "I don't want to go to work."
Her voice was almost tearful, and Fu Ci felt as if his heart was breaking.
“Honey, you can’t not go to work. If Daddy doesn’t go to work, there are many uncles and aunts in the factory, and their little babies, who may not have anything to eat.”
Fu Yu only understood that there was no food to eat. She blinked her big, dark eyes, and large tears began to fall.
She would be hungry if she didn't have food, but she couldn't bear to leave her father.
This crying almost cost Fu Ci his life.
For a moment, he even thought that he might as well give up those two factories and stay with his daughter; being with her was the most important thing.
Tang Mingli couldn't bear to see her daughter cry, so she coaxed her, "Baby, don't cry. If you miss your dad, Mommy will drive you to find him, okay?"
"good."
However, she then thought of her grandparents and great-grandparents.
If I go to find my dad, I won't see my grandma and great-great-grandma; if I stay with my grandma and great-great-grandma, I won't see my dad. It's so hard to choose.
Children don't know how to make choices; they just cry and feel sad.
Fu Ci and Tang Mingli couldn't coax her, so they had to quickly try to distract her.
"Honey, shall we go to the amusement park we visited last time?"
Today is the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, so the shops should be open for business.
Sure enough, upon hearing "amusement park," Fu Yu slowly stopped crying, tears still glistening in her eyes, and asked, "Slide?"
"Yes, it's the one with the slide and the bubble pool."
Children whose minds haven't fully developed seem to have no resistance to playing, and they instantly forget their sadness from just now.
"Go play, go play."
Fu Ci immediately picked up his daughter and said, "Come on, let's go play."
He would be willing to do anything to keep his daughter from crying, not just go to an amusement park, but even build one himself.
The idea suddenly popped into his head, and he really got excited. He asked his wife, "What do you think about me buying a piece of land and building a playground for our daughter?"
Tang Mingli, who was putting shoes on her daughter, rolled her eyes at him.
"Our family isn't that rich, is it?"
In her view, buying land to build a playground for children is something only the richest people in the world can afford.
Fu Ci, however, seriously considered and analyzed the possibilities. After a while, he said to his wife with a serious expression, "Building a small one is not impossible."
Tang Mingli gasped, grabbed her husband's arm excitedly, and asked, "Are our two factories making that much money?"
My attention has been focused on the UNICEF issue for the past few months, and I've forgotten to inquire about the factory's profits last year.
Unbeknownst to them, their family's wealth had increased significantly.
Is making money really that easy?
Pshaw, that's not right. It should be said that her clever excuses are so effective.
Tang Mingli was so excited that she couldn't help but touch her husband's face, but she quickly withdrew her hand after touching him, regretting that she had acted impulsively.
She and her daughter had just put on their shoes; how could she touch the God of Wealth's face without washing her hands first?
This is blasphemy! This is blasphemy!
However, a doting father like the God of Wealth probably wouldn't mind his daughter's smelly feet.
The family of three hadn't gone far from their house when they ran into Mrs. Fu and her mother, who were chatting with someone in the courtyard.
Perfect, no need to look anymore.
After saying goodbye to the two elders, the three of them set off by car.
Actually, you don't need to drive; the amusement park isn't far from the compound.
However, they are very self-aware and know that when they go out to play with their daughter, they can't just stay in the amusement park.
You can't eat when you're tired of playing, and you can't play again after you eat.
Having a car is definitely more convenient.
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The couple spent the morning playing with their child at the amusement park. As they were about to leave, another mother who had brought her child over chatted with Tang Mingli, saying with a hint of envy, "Your husband is such a good father."
Tang Mingli couldn't deny this, and said with a smile, "He is the most responsible father I have ever met."
This is very high praise, but not an exaggeration. Fu Ci is truly the most responsible father.
Whether it's the material, mental, and other preparations before the child's arrival, or the various sacrifices made after the child's arrival, few men can match her.
However, Tang Mingli forgot that others' praise might just be a momentary feeling, and her lack of humility might just arouse jealousy.
Sure enough, the mother, who had been smiling just moments before, turned her head and pursed her lips after hearing Tang Mingli's words.
Tang Mingli didn't notice; her gaze was fixed on her daughter and husband.
Fu Yu had a great time, but it was time for lunch. Feeling a little reluctant to leave, she asked her parents if she could come back to play again tomorrow.
Tang Mingli smiled and said, "Of course you can. As long as you want to come and play, Mom will bring you."
Hearing her mother say that, Fu Yu giggled happily.
The mother who had been talking to Tang Mingli earlier interjected, "The child is still young, we can't let her play too much, otherwise she'll only care about playing when she grows up. Also, we can't give in to her every whim; we need to make her understand early on that life isn't about getting everything you want. Otherwise, if things are too smooth, she'll easily become a rebellious child when she grows up."
What kind of fallacy is this?
Tang Mingli really thought this person was a strange person.
Isn't it precisely because they are still young that they should have plenty of fun?
My one-year-old doesn't want to play. What do I want her to do?
Besides, why can't we just go along with the child's wishes? Wouldn't it be better for a child to have a smooth life? Why do we have to artificially create some setbacks for them?
The other party didn't understand Tang Mingli's displeasure. Instead, they started to gloat about their parenting style: "My son only gets a reward—to come to the amusement park—if he gets first place in his exams."
As she spoke, she pointed to the bumper car area not far away, "That one that looks the smartest is my son."
Several children were playing in bumper cars, and she couldn't tell which one was her proud son.
Tang Mingli actually strongly disagrees with this reward model, as it makes children treat learning as a way to get rewards, rather than learning from the heart.
However, it's someone else's son who can do whatever he wants, just like her daughter; she can do whatever she wants, and it's none of anyone else's business.
After her husband picked up their daughter, she smiled and said to the mother, "I'm different. My daughter wanted to come and play, so we brought her. It doesn't matter if she doesn't get first place in school later."
After a pause, Tang Mingli finished her last sentence: "Our daughter came into this world to enjoy happiness."
Completely ignoring the other person's astonished expression.
The other party probably also thinks that her statement is a fallacy.
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