Chapter 92: Sister
"Xiao Si, it's just right that you're back today. Second sister has something to tell you."
Seeing his second sister keep glancing towards the door while saying this, Han Changping seemed to have guessed something.
"If it's someone else's business, please don't say anything. I just came back to see you and the child."
"Xiao Si,"
Seeing Han Changping's attitude, Han Yuemei's voice couldn't help but get louder.
Regardless of whether Han Changping was happy or not, he raised his hand and called Han Yueqin who was standing at the door.
"Sister, come here."
"oh,"
Han Yueqin, who had been hiding at the door, heard her second sister's voice and ran over hurriedly.
"Xiao Si,"
Han Yuemei's face deliberately drooped, and she looked at Han Changping unwillingly and said,
"Eldest sister did not do well before, but after all, we are from the same mother. If our parents were alive,
Nor would they want to see the children they left behind treated so estrangedly, worse than outsiders."
Han Changping wanted to say, you died in the previous life, and my silly uncle died, but this sister didn’t remember that you were born of the same mother.
But at this time, Han Changping looked at his mother's face full of excitement, then looked at the little baby on the kang, and finally nodded to Han Yuemei.
"Yes, that's right. It's not a big deal. Don't you have a workshop in your second sister's village? Then set up one in your eldest sister's place too."
This way, you're helping them and making a little more money yourself, right? It's a mutually beneficial thing, and it's good for everyone."
"Second sister, do you want me to go back to Laotun to make ointment?"
Speaking of this old village, Han Changping is quite familiar with it. After all, that is where his mother and silly uncle used to live.
There are also my mother's relatives in the village. When I was young, whenever someone had something to do in their family, my mother would take him back to drink and stay for a few days.
Every time his mother went back home, she was extremely happy. Han Changping will never forget this.
"Yes, let's go back to Laotun to make ointment. This way, the villagers can earn more money. After all, that was our original home."
"Sure!"
Han Changping agreed very lightly, and looking at the irrepressible smile on Han Yueqin's face, he said,
“You can set up a workshop, but I won’t invest. You have to spend your own money. I will provide the technology, and you can make the ointment yourself. I will take the money when it’s done.
However, I must inspect the quality of the cream first."
"Xiao Si, this?"
Upon hearing this, Han Yueqin's smile, which had just bloomed, immediately closed again like a night-blooming cereus seeing the sun.
"Why? You want me to invest money?"
Han Changping looked at Han Yueqin very coldly and said,
"If you want to make money, you have to take some risks. If it weren't for Second Sister's words today, even if you did it yourself, I wouldn't accept the ointment you made.
Don't worry, if you want to make it, I will personally teach you how to make the ointment. As for the rest, you don't have to say anything to save everyone embarrassment."
"Xiao Si,"
Han Yuemei saw that her elder sister looked unhappy and said hurriedly,
"I don't have that much cash on hand. If you have some, wouldn't it be okay if you could lend it to me for a few days?"
"Second sister, I have things to do over there. You should take a good rest. You can eat the chicken and pig's feet as much as you want. If there are no more, I will ask someone to bring them back from the town."
“Hey hey hey…”
No matter how Han Yuemei shouted from behind, Han Changping had already walked out.
"Xiao Si,"
Unexpectedly, Mr. Wang next door heard the noise and called Han Changping.
"Uncle, how are you these days?"
Han Changping, who heard the shouting, had already walked to the door and pushed it open, then turned around and went to his grandfather's room.
"Okay, okay,"
Han Changping looked at Wang Xiaoyan who had already fallen asleep on the kang and walked over with a smile.
"Uncle Wang, I've talked to the director of the town's agricultural machinery station. Please help me get a color TV. Let's buy a big one. Don't you like listening to opera boxes?
This time, what do you think of the comparison between this person and your music box?"
"Hey kid, that color TV is expensive. Let's not buy it. This movie box is good enough."
"Buy it! We must use a color TV to watch the Chinese New Year Gala, hahaha..."
I remember that when my grandfather was alive, he always said how nice it would be if others could have a black and white TV, but until he died, he never had his own black and white TV.
“You kid, we still have to build a house next year, so there’s no rush to buy a TV, you can buy it later.
Even if we buy one, let’s just buy a black and white one. I think the black and white one that Old Liu’s son bought is pretty good.”
"Uncle,"
Han Changping walked over, took Grandpa's hand and said,
"The house had to be built, so we started building it in the spring. It was made entirely of bricks and red tiles, and the whole yard was paved with red bricks.
I'll build you a big kang (fired bed) so you can stay warm even in the winter, and then put a big color TV on it.
The music box is also placed beside you. If you want to see people, we will see people. If you want to hear sounds, we will hear them."
"Kid, I won't bother you with building a house. Just work hard and make more money to marry a wife. That's the real thing."
At this point, Old Wang said with a serious expression,
"Xiao Si, my dear sister, what's done is done. You're a man, don't be petty. You still have to help when you need to, okay?"
"Oh, I see, uncle."
Han Changping knew that his grandfather would say this, and after chatting for a few more words, Han Changping left the house.
As soon as I walked to the backyard, I saw Wang Zhilin riding in on a bike.
"What are you doing?"
"Oh, I just came back from a meeting in town."
Smelling the alcohol on Wang Zhilin, Han Changping was disgusted and quickly turned away.
Unexpectedly, Wang Zhilin tilted the car in his hand and blocked Han Changping's way.
"Xiao Si, I heard that someone cut off half of Zhou Dalai's ear?"
"Yes, you are quite well-informed. Is the pent-up anger in your heart better now?"
"Well, it's much better, but I'm still not satisfied. I'm a teacher after all, and I got beaten up by this bastard.
If I don't take revenge for this, I'll always feel uncomfortable. Oh, by the way, Xiao Si, you said to hit the snake at its weakest point, when are you going to deal with this guy?"
"Second brother-in-law, you've had too much to drink. Go back and rest. We can talk tomorrow if you have anything to say."
“Hehehe…”
Wang Zhilin laughed drunkenly and said,
"It's okay. If I was drunk, how would I have ridden the bike back? Xiao Si, tell my second brother-in-law, do you like that Teacher Mei?
I heard people talking about this behind my back.”
"Don't talk nonsense. Teacher Mei has a boyfriend in the army. She's going to get married when she comes back."
"You mean her boyfriend?"
When he said this, Wang Zhilin seemed to suddenly think of something and hurried to get closer to Han Changping, but the bicycle in his hand blocked his way.
"Just say whatever you want to say. I can hear you."
"Yes, yes, Xiao Si."
Even though Han Changping looked disgusted, he couldn't stop Wang Zhilin from speaking eagerly.
"Let me tell you, Teacher Mei's boyfriend..."
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