Chapter 430 Jiang Kang's Worry

"Yes, come to the town. I will let Jiang Meng and Jiang Cheng take you with me. They will also go there, as will Chunxia and her family. You can all ride my ox cart to the town. After dinner, I will let Jiang Meng and Jiang Cheng take you back. You don't have to walk a step."

Jiang Fubao was very thoughtful.

Direct car pick-up and drop-off.

"Meimei, why is it twelve days later?" Jiang Kang asked again.

Didn’t Meimei come back? Why does it take twelve days before she can play with him?

"Because it's my birthday, grandma is going to hold a banquet for me. I guess a lot of people will come, and there will be a lot of delicious dishes. Kangkang, you must come and eat your fill before leaving."

Jiang Fubao explained.

"What is Shengchen?" Jiang Kang didn't understand.

He had never heard of a birthday, what is that.

Is it delicious?

Jiang Zhuzi, who was working in the town, sneezed.

Although he loves his son, he is not as caring as a woman. He thinks it is good enough that his son has enough food and warm clothes.

Birthday or something.

There is no need to cross.

"Well, it's the day everyone is born. At that time every year, people celebrate their birthdays. When is Kang Kang's birthday?" Jiang Fubao explained.

"Dad, Dad, didn't tell me." Jiang Kang felt a little disappointed.

"It's okay, ask your father tonight, and I will give you a gift on Kang Kang's birthday." Jiang Fubao touched his head and comforted him.

"Sheng Chen, can I still receive gifts today?" Jiang Kang seemed to have opened the door to a new world.

His mouth opened wide.

"Yes." Jiang Fubao continued to smile.

"Then...Meimei, what does you want?" Kang Kang's mind was working quickly.

Since everyone can receive gifts on their birthday.

He then went to Meimei's house.

Also send beautiful gifts.

"I don't want anything, as long as you can come, Kang Kang." Jiang Fubao would never ask a child for a gift.

Kang Kang didn't say anything more.

The two played with the village children until the evening.

Everyone goes back to their homes.

Jiang Kang sat on the doorstep, holding his chin with a dazed look in his eyes.

The moon and the sun have completed their work.

A dark figure walked towards Jiang Kang.

"Kang'er? What are you daydreaming about? Are you hungry? Come on in, daddy will make you some porridge."

Jiang Zhuzi had been standing at the threshold for quite a while, but his son didn't notice him.

"Dad, Dad. How can I make money?" Jiang Kang suddenly asked.

Jiang Zhuzi was shocked.

"You kid, you are only so old, but you are only thinking about making money. What happened? What trouble did you get into? Tell Dad."

Jiang Zhuzi thought he had done something wrong.

Destroyed the things of the village children.

So, he put on a stern face.

Questioning Jiang Kanglai.

"No, it's me. I want to give Meimei a birthday gift." Jiang Kang waved his hands quickly.

Explaining hurriedly.

"Birthday present? Fubao is back?" If it wasn't Fubao who said that.

How would his son know what birthday is?

Jiang Zhuzi guessed.

"Well, Meimei came back today and asked me to go to town."

Jiang Kang nodded.

"You are so young, how can you make money? Daddy will give it to you." Jiang Zhuzi's hands were dirty, and he took out ten copper coins from his belt.

He counted five and handed them to Jiang Kang.

"No, I don't want it." Jiang Kang didn't answer.

Daddy makes a lot of money.

He wants to earn his own money.

"You are just a little kid, how can you make any money? Besides, the only way to make money in the village is to go to the mountains to pick mushrooms and dig wild vegetables. Do you know what mushrooms and wild vegetables look like? Take it. Daddy will take you to the town later. You can take the five cents in your own hands and buy a gift for Fubao."

For Jiang Zhuzi.

Between children, a five-cent gift is already the most generous thing to give.

Like when he was a kid.

On my birthday, all I did was eat a few more mouthfuls of brown rice, nothing different from any other day.

If times were good, all I would have gotten was an extra boiled egg.

"No, Dad, Dad, I'm hungry." Jiang Kang changed the subject and turned away.

"This kid doesn't even want money. How can he be so stupid? He's not as smart as your dad when I was a kid." Jiang Zhuzi complained in a low voice.

But his eyes were smiling.

The son doesn't want his money.

That is filial piety.

With such a good son, he would feel happy even if he had a hard day.

The autumn harvest is coming soon.

He decided not to go to town for the time being.

Just spend more time with my son.

After staying in the village for two days, Jiang Fubao went back.

As soon as she left, the autumn harvest in Jiangjia Village officially began.

From the old to the young, everyone is busy.

The big ones cut the rice, and the small ones picked up the ears of rice that fell on the ground.

A golden color can be seen everywhere.

Jiang Kang's small figure was also shuttling back and forth in his own land.

"Dad, dad, can you give me this ear of corn?" Jiang Kang asked, pointing at the small basket at his feet.

The rice inside is filled with broken rice grains that have fallen from the ears of rice.

You need to pick it up from the ground little by little.

Not to mention the effort, after a tiring day, you can only get half a bowl at most.

Generally, these broken rice grains are eaten at home. After the autumn harvest, children go to the fields and pick them up. Whoever picks the broken rice grains keeps them and then exchanges them with adults for some pocket money.

Just one or two cents.

Or you could exchange it for maltose from street vendors.

The autumn harvest every year is the happiest time for children.

Although I am tired, I still think of the sweet taste.

It's full of motivation.

"Okay, everything Kang'er picks up is yours. You can eat it or sell it as you like." As Jiang Zhuzi spoke, he put down the sickle, wiped his face with the towel around his neck, and then twisted the towel.

The water on the sweat towel dripped into the soil.

No need to smell.

Everyone knows what this sweat towel smells like.

With daddy's promise.

Jiang Kang had been squatting on the ground, picking up broken rice grains with his little fingers.

After a while, my nails were full of mud.

There were beads of sweat all over his face.

Jiang Kang was tired, so he sat on the ground to rest for a while. After he was rested, he continued picking.

Everyone in the village knew about his family's situation. Occasionally, Jiang Kang crossed the border and picked up broken rice from other people's homes, but they pretended not to see it.

These bits of rice are worthless. Even if you don't pick them now, the children will swarm into the fields to pick them up after the autumn harvest.

After several days, the autumn harvest was finally over.

Jiang Kang's small basket was also filled to the brim.

"Wow, kid, how come you picked up so much? The whole basket is full. Aren't you tired? Dad really underestimated you. This basket can be sold for at least ten cents. Not bad."

Jiang Zhuzi thought his son was just idle and had nothing to do, so he just played around.

Who would have thought that he could pick up so much in just a few days.

For a moment, I was so shocked that I could hardly speak.

He praised his son generously.

Jiang Kang's ears turned red with embarrassment.