When Gu An'an passed by Jiang Jianxin's house on her way back, she ran into Cai Shi and gave her the plate of spring rolls.
Looking at it with curiosity, Cai looked embarrassed and said, "That's really inappropriate."
But I couldn't take my eyes off the plate.
"Being indebted to someone who has received a gift makes you more talkative," Cai said. "Your mother-in-law's house has been quite lively these past few days. I heard that the city people are very generous, throwing away silver ingots one after another. They must be making a fortune."
How generous can Lin Zixing be?
Gu An'an listened to these words casually and didn't take them to heart.
Madam Cai was aware that she was not on good terms with them, so she mentioned it briefly and then said nothing more.
Back home, Jiang Mingzhu pointed to the plate of sugar pastries on the table, "Grandma Li just gave them to me."
The little girl loves sweets, and upon hearing this, she picked up the sugar pastry and shared it with her younger siblings.
Where is your brother?
“My brother is reading in the house. He said he needs to be prepared to go to school after the New Year.”
The young man had a very competitive spirit.
A competitive spirit is not scary; what is scary is having such strong willpower but not using it in the right way.
It's still better to study; it wouldn't be bad to pass the imperial examinations later.
Scholars do have a high status, but Gu An'an bit the velvet and suddenly remembered something.
The reason Lin Zixing and Long Aotian left in a hurry was because of a war.
What kind of battle is this?
How come she has no recollection of it at all?
...
Jiang Mingzhu never looked forward to her birthday.
She remembered that her brother had mentioned it when they were still at the old house. However, not only did they not receive any New Year's money, but they were also humiliated by her second aunt. "Go ask your mother for it. You've really done something terrible. Who owes you anything? You two are just debt collectors."
Later, two more debt collectors appeared, and Father sent Mingxu and Bao'er over.
He came and went in a hurry, and Jiang Mingzhu didn't even have a chance to remember his face.
My brother said that it would be good once Father came back; he would be back soon.
However, Father never returned.
He was never seen alive, nor was his body ever found.
Jiang Mingzhu thought that they must have done a lot of bad things in their past lives, which is why they ended up in Gu An'an's hands and were tormented by her like this.
But she never expected that one day she would like this stepmother more than ever before.
Don't you like it?
Gu An'an chose a pale yellow fabric, feeling that it would better highlight the girl's youthful vivacity.
Seeing Jiang Mingzhu holding the clothes with her head down, Gu An'an felt somewhat nervous.
"I like it, I like it very much." The pretty girl raised her head, her watery eyes filled with joy. "Thank you, Mother."
What girl doesn't love pretty clothes?
Gu An'an couldn't help but laugh at the girl's cheerful appearance. "It's good that you like it. When Mother finds better fabric, she'll make some nice clothes for Zhu'er."
With such a beautiful girl as her personal model, isn't this just like an ancient costume version of Dress Up?
It's absolutely wonderful!
Just as Gu An'an was about to help Jiang Mingzhu change into her new clothes, someone suddenly leaned against her back. "Your Majesty is biased. Bao'er wants new clothes too."
She likes things that are pretty.
"Okay, okay, I'll get Bao'er some pretty clothes in a couple of days, okay?" Gu An'an hugged her little daughter and kissed her on the cheek. "Both Bao'er and her big brother will have some, okay?"
The little girl was still half asleep, drowsily burrowing into Gu An'an's neck.
It was still dark outside, and since there was no need to visit relatives for the New Year, Gu An'an hugged the little girl and tucked her into the blankets to coax her back to sleep.
Jiang Mingxu didn't need to be coaxed; he was sleeping soundly with his butt sticking up like a dead pig.
Gu An'an tucked the blanket in, and was just thinking of lying down to rest for a while when Jiang Mingyi knocked on the door.
Those who study the classics are always very disciplined, and this morning and evening greeting has become a habit.
She no longer expected to sleep in. Seeing Jiang Mingzhu changing clothes, Gu An'an opened the door and went outside first.
Jiang Mingyi also changed his clothes for a new one. The young man was strong and energetic, and wearing only a thin bamboo-green robe, he had the air of a tall and elegant gentleman.
Happy New Year, Mother.
Gu An'an thought for a moment, then took out the silver leaf and stuffed it into Jiang Mingyi's hand, saying, "Happy New Year, I hope you make great progress in your studies this year."
She really didn't have the ability to speak eloquently, and couldn't utter those sets of polite phrases.
Seeing the boy standing there in a daze, Gu An'an hesitated slightly. Could it be that he thought one silver leaf was a bit too little?
Jiang Mingyi hadn't yet withdrawn his hand when another silver leaf appeared in his palm. "Good things come in pairs, so it's better to achieve twice the result with half the effort."
The young man's burning gaze fell on the sideburns that had not yet been combed, and he had a ridiculous thought for a moment—if he did not pull his hand back, could he have taken another silver leaf?
How could such a naive idea appear in his mind?
Jiang Mingyi's hand remained there, showing no intention of retracting it.
Gu An'an wanted to punch someone when she saw this!
"Yi'er, you're a big girl now."
Jiang Mingyi blinked, his eyes clear and innocent, carrying a hint of naivety.
Unable to resist, Gu An'an had no choice but to surrender. "Fine, fine, I'll give you everything, okay? Study hard, or I'll never forgive you."
She took the opportunity to poke the boy's head, then turned and went back into the house.
Six silver leaves lay in my palm, still faintly warm.
Looking at the shimmering silver leaves, Jiang Mingyi's usually aloof face suddenly softened into a smile, like a spring mountain in bloom.
The boy clutched the New Year's money in his hand and went back with a smile.
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