Chapter 101 Mom, I picked up garbage to support you 3

The styles of clothes in the supply and marketing cooperative are relatively old. Yao Rong picked out two sets of autumn clothes and bought a piece of cotton cloth. After paying, Yao Rong carried these things and walked to the next counter to buy brown sugar. Jiang Fanyue followed her like a little tail. She could see Jiang Fanyue's figure with a glance.

After buying brown sugar and buying some daily necessities, Yao Rong stopped for the time being: "Let's go to the bookstore."

The bookstore is not far from the supply and marketing cooperative. It is not big, but it is full of books, leaving only a passage for one person to walk.

Yao Rong stood at the door and did not go in, letting Jiang Fanyue go in alone to choose.

After the conversation just now, Jiang Fanyue knew that her mother must buy her clothes and stationery. She couldn't persuade her mother, so she had to go into the store, stood in front of the pen holder, picked up a ballpoint pen and a pencil, and picked up an eraser and a notebook with an ordinary cover.

When she was about to turn around and leave, Jiang Fanyue saw the yellow exercise books piled next to the notebooks. Her slight self-esteem made her reach out her hand. After hesitating for a while, she still took two exercise books.

"Mom, I've chosen."

The look with her head down and her face flushed, as if she had done something wrong.

"Why did you only buy so little? Do you want to buy a few more? Junior high school students must have a lot of homework. At least you need to prepare a homework book for each subject."

Jiang Fanyue quickly refused: "I have already spent a lot of money today. Buying these is enough."

Yao Rong pretended to be reluctant and wanted to go past her to get more stationery.

Jiang Fanyue didn't care about her own remorse and reached out to hold Yao Rong.

Yao Rong stopped and paid the bill.

Jiang Fanyue breathed a sigh of relief, and a sense of "luckily I stopped my mother" rose in her heart.

Back home, Yao Rong asked Jiang Fanyue to try on new clothes.

Both sets of clothes fit her perfectly, but Jiang Fanyue touched the clothes and whispered, "I should have bought something bigger. I'm still growing taller, and I might not be able to fit into them next year."

Yao Rong was cutting cotton cloth and didn't hear her voice clearly: "Yueyue, what are you talking about?"

"No."

"Then tidy up the old clothes in the closet and throw away those that don't fit."

"No need to throw them away, wear them when you work."

If she had to wear new clothes while working, she would be heartbroken.

Yao Rong cut the right cloth, took out the old sewing bag, put on the needle and thread, and started sewing: "Clothes are bought to be worn. If they are kept by next year, they will not fit."

Jiang Fanyue's eyes widened: Could it be that her mother guessed that she would be reluctant to wear new clothes, so she deliberately bought this size?

"Oh, right." Yao Rong seemed to suddenly think of something and pulled out a letter from under the pillow. "This is a letter from your uncle. Would you like to read it? After reading it, please write a reply for me."

My brother and sister-in-law went to work in the south with their fellow villagers. From their fellow villagers, I learned their new address. Sometimes life was really unbearable, and I wanted to write a letter to my brother and sister-in-law for help, but I heard that they were also living in poverty. Her letter was never sent out, but the envelope, letter paper, and stamps were all saved.

Last night, while Jiang Fanyue was asleep, Yao Rong lit the kerosene lamp and forged this letter in the kitchen.

The reason for doing this was very simple. Jiang Fanyue always thought that she was a jinx and that the reason why my brother and sister-in-law no longer contacted me was because of her existence. Yao Rong wanted to use the identities of his original brother and sister-in-law to change Jiang Fanyue's perception.

Jiang Fanyue took

the letter. The handwriting on the envelope was sloppy, with the three big characters "Yao Rong" written on it, and the address was below, and the stamp was also stamped.

She pulled out the letter paper inside and unfolded it to read.

The content of the letter was similar to what my mother said when she was in the supply and marketing cooperative. My uncle had dreamed about my grandfather for several days in a row. It happened that he made a little money from his business, so he sent a lot of money back.

[Isn't there an old saying that goes "return home with wealth and wealth"? If I hadn't made any money before, I would have been embarrassed to contact you...]

[Yueyue is twelve years old now, right? My kid has always wanted to have a sister. He said that he must give his sister a Barbie doll next time. What other girls have, his sister should also have it. ]

There is also a small bracket at the end: (Hello, sister Yueyue, I am your cousin Yao Fugui, and I wrote this letter for my father. Do you know what a Barbie doll is? It is a princess doll that can be dressed up. I didn’t buy you one this time because I used up all my pocket money. Don’t worry, I will save money in the future and try to save enough money to buy a Barbie doll when I write to you next time.)

Jiang Fanyue’s lips curled unconsciously.

No wonder the handwriting is a bit sloppy, it turns out that it was written by my cousin.

The name Yao Fugui is too straightforward, or her name is nice.

"Mom, who named me?" Jiang Fanyue closed the letter and raised her head to ask.

"I chose it."

Yao Rong stopped sewing and recalled, "When I was four months pregnant, it was the autumn harvest. Your grandfather was a team leader and was busy in the fields until the evening. I went to bring him food. When I passed by the bridge, I saw the moon reflected on the river, and suddenly I thought of this name."

"That must be the most literary and talented time in my life."

"Sometimes I even think that your name may be given to me by God."

"This is the first time I know the origin of my name."

Jiang Fanyue thought, normally she would go boating on the river, but her name is "The moon is the boat, "Floating on the river with the moon".

Suddenly it became dreamy.

"Yueyue, if you have time, please write a letter back to your uncle and cousin." Yao Rong said.

Jiang Fanyue quickly agreed, took out her newly bought pen and notebook, and leaned over the table to write a reply: [Thank you uncle, aunt and cousin for your concern...]

In order to make the content of the letter interesting, Jiang Fanyue racked her brains and wrote longer and longer. If Yao Rong hadn't asked her how she was doing, she would have continued writing.

"I'll just finish it." Jiang Fanyue said.

"No hurry." Yao Rong waved at Jiang Fanyue, motioning her to come over, "I made underwear for you, try it to see if it's comfortable, if you think it's suitable, I'll use the remaining cotton cloth to make two more for you to wear." Jiang Fanyue

was slightly startled, and her hunched back straightened consciously: "Okay!"

The sun was shining brightly in the afternoon. Jiang Fanyue finished writing her reply and squatted in the yard to wash new clothes.

After rinsing them twice, she wrung out the clothes and hung them all on the abandoned electric wires.

Yao Rong came out of the house with a pair of hairdressing scissors and cloth, saying that she wanted to cut Jiang Fanyue's hair.

In the past, Yao Rong always helped her cut her hair, so Jiang Fanyue sat on the small stool consciously, while Yao Rong sat on the wooden chair.

This height difference was just right for cutting hair. Yao Rong slowly combed Jiang Fanyue's hair with a comb.

Jiang Fanyue was already lazy from the afternoon sun, and now she was even more comfortable and drowsy.

Until Yao Rong whispered in her ear, "It's done," Jiang Fanyue reached out her hand, touched her hair that had been cut to ear length, and touched her bangs that no longer covered her eyes. She stood up and walked to the water tank, looking at her reflection in the water. The

withered and yellow hair ends were all cut off, and the short hair that was cut to ear length was smooth and docile, falling behind her ears and on the sides of her cheeks.

The bangs were appropriately thinned, not as thick as before, and occasionally a breeze would blow, revealing a little of her smooth and full forehead.

With her apple face and big eyes, Jiang Fanyue actually felt that she was now...

"Isn't it cute?" Yao Rong asked with a smile.

Jiang Fanyue put her hands behind her back, shyly turned her face away, but couldn't help but sneak a peek at her reflection.

It seemed... really different.

It was just a haircut.

Yao Rong went to get a broom and swept the hair off the floor: "If you smile again, you'll be even cuter."

Jiang Fanyue's fingers were intertwined.

After a long while, she couldn't help but tiptoe, leaning slightly against the water tank, and raising the corners of her lips.

Ripples appeared on the water surface.

Her reflection in the water had curved eyebrows and eyes, and the swirls at the corners of her lips were clearly visible.

***

Yao Rong sat in the yard and flipped through the old newspapers she had picked up.

Half of the old newspapers were weekly newspapers in the city. In addition to introducing various social news, there were also many advertisements. Occasionally, if a factory developed a new product, it would also advertise it.

With these newspapers, Yao Rong had a general understanding of the situation in Changjin City.

Since the reform and opening up, not only the young people of Jixiang Town, but also the young people of Changjin City have been running south.

In addition, Changjin City's educational resources are backward and there are no famous universities. Students with excellent grades basically choose to apply for universities in other provinces. After graduation, most of them stay there to work and start a family, and do not return to their hometowns to develop.

But for a city to develop, young labor and high-end talents are indispensable.

Changjin City is now in a very embarrassing situation.

Therefore, Changjin City has introduced many policies to attract talents.

In order to encourage entrepreneurship, local banks have set the loan threshold very low.

How low is it?

As long as you can come up with a reliable project plan, you can basically get a bank's business loan.

The amount of the loan depends on the bank's assessment of the potential of the project.

Being in such a hot era and having such favorable conditions, Yao Rong felt that it would be a pity if he didn't start a business from scratch.

However, he still needs to think about which industry to choose.

After understanding what he wanted to know, Yao Rong put down the newspaper, stood up and walked towards the pile of waste, intending to sort and pack the waste in the next few days.

These waste products are mixed together, including paper products, plastic products, and various scrap metal items... There are many kinds.

Yao Rong started with the items that are easiest to classify.

Jiang Fanyue, who was doing homework in the house, wanted to come over to help, but Yao Rong assigned her the task of making dinner.

It was not the first time that Jiang Fanyue made dinner, and she was very skillful.

While waiting for the rice to cook, she sat bored at the door of the kitchen, rummaging in her pocket with her right hand, and took out a green bamboo dragonfly made of plastic.

She pinched the plastic handle with both hands and rubbed it vigorously a few times, and the bamboo dragonfly flew towards Yao Rong.

Yao Rong reached out and caught the bamboo dragonfly before it fell to the ground.

She lowered her eyes and stroked the edge of the plastic with her thick fingertips.

There were slight dents and cracks on the edge of the plastic, and the color was a little faded. It can be seen that the bamboo dragonfly is already old.

This is one of the few toys that Jiang Fanyue has.

In addition, she also has a brown bear doll with a cracked belly, a tractor with a stuck wheel, and a house play set with a lot of furniture missing...

The latter few were all picked up, and only the bamboo dragonfly was bought four years ago.

Jiang Fanyue has carefully preserved such a small and easy-to-lose object until now.

[I know why Jiang Fanyue wrote the story "The Little Elephant Who Loves to Dance"]

The system popped up faintly: [It's not that she can't write a good ending, she just thinks from the bottom of her heart that Yiyi can't have a good ending.]

Fairy tales are to create a beautiful dream for children.

But Jiang Fanyue's life in the past twelve years was more like a nightmare.

She has used up all her strength just to resist this nightmare, and she no longer has the energy to create dreams for others.

As the saying goes, happy people use their childhood to heal their whole life, and unfortunate people use their whole life to heal their childhood.

Children who don't have a happy childhood will not write perfect fairy tales.

Yao Rong said, "I will change her ideas little by little until the Yi Yi in her story has the most wonderful and happy ending, until she can write the most happy fairy tale."

[What do you want to do?] The system asked curiously.

"Me..."

Yao Rong smiled.

She took off her gloves and rubbed her hands.

The bamboo dragonfly flew into the air.

It flew over the warm autumn breeze, flew over the gradually intoxicating sunset, and fell accurately into Jiang Fanyue's arms.

"I want to turn her world into a fairy tale world." Yao Rong has already decided which industry she wants to work in.

The system is puzzled: [Fairy tale world?]

Yao Rong did not answer.

The next morning, she asked Jiang Fanyue to stay at home to review her homework, and she took the reply letter written by Jiang Fanyue, rode her bicycle to the town, and took the bus to the city. When she

arrived at the city bus station, Yao Rong looked at the bus route map and went straight to the destination of this trip: the timber market.