Yan Zheng stood at attention with tears in his eyes and saluted Yan Daqiang. He had asked his older brother to help him hide his military service because he didn't want to trouble his uncle. But he realized he was wrong. Personal gains and losses were insignificant; the honor of the family was the most important thing.
Thinking of the family's honor reminded him of his mother: "Uncle, my mother..." Yan Zheng couldn't continue.
Yan Daqiang nodded: "Your mother made a mistake, but the biggest mistake comes from your father. It is his incompetence that caused the discord in your family. I will talk to your father later. In any case, when you return to the team, you need to train hard. Train until you die, train until you die."
Yan Zheng nodded solemnly. The reason he had been hit by the cold bullet was because he hadn't trained hard enough. If his senses had been sharper and his movements more agile, he could have avoided it. "Uncle, I'll be good. I'll train hard when I get back."
"Keep this will safe. Whenever you face difficulties, take it out to spur yourself on. Also, keep this bankbook safe. If you want to withdraw money, you can do so in the capital. This is the convenience that your green uniform brings you."
This is really good news. Tomorrow I'll pick up Southeast and the others at the train station. There's a bank there, and I'll give the money to Grandma so that Father can pay off part of his debts.
Yan Zheng walked out with light steps and saw Yan Xiaonan going to the north room with her grandmother. He quickly ran over, but was stopped by Yan Xiaoqiang: "Yan Zheng, we don't have enough coal at home. Come with me to buy some coal. Yan Ge, you come too."
Upon hearing that they were running out of coal, the two hurriedly went into the kitchen, grabbed a large bamboo basket, and followed Yan Xiaoqiang out. Yan Erqiang, on the other hand, was called into the house by Yan Daqiang. As for what they talked about, only the two of them knew.
Yan Xiaonan followed her grandmother into the north room. Seeing her grandmother looking around furtively, Yan Xiaonan pulled her grandmother to sit down and released her own consciousness to observe everything happening outside.
"Baby, your uncle told me that Dongnan will be back tomorrow and asked if your cotton is ready," Grandma Yan said softly.
"Grandma, Uncle doesn't really think the cotton was brought by birds, does he?" Yan Xiaonan asked.
Grandma Yan smiled: "Your eldest uncle has been a shrewd person since he was a child. He should have known about your magic a long time ago. He must have said that to protect you."
Yan Xiaonan nodded: "In that case, I'll put the cotton in my room. Anyway, my brother will take the blame."
Grandma Yan laughed as soon as she heard this: "Baby, the wheel of fortune really does turn. Southeast will definitely laugh bitterly if he knew this."
Yan Xiaonan went to the side room and took out five thousand catties of cotton from his space. He thought about it and realized that it wasn't easy for the Southeast to come all this way. He decided to either not take the blame or take a bigger one. Last time, the ten acres of land yielded at least five thousand kilograms of cotton, so he would give ten thousand catties of cotton. Anyway, his uncle had already guessed that he had magic powers.
Each sack weighed 100 jin (50 kg), and the 100 sacks filled the house to the brim. Fortunately, the house was not small, so Yan Xiaonan put all the furniture in the house into the space, which would be placed in Grandma's room later.
Another fifty catties of cotton were prepared and put into a bag, ready to be given to Chen'er when her elder brother arrived and no one was looking, as she was waiting for the cotton to make a quilt.
After everything was settled, I locked the door to the side room and went to report to Grandma Yan. Grandma Yan had seen her granddaughter perform magic tricks so many times that she was no longer interested.
Grandma Yan looked at her granddaughter: "Baby, Grandma has broken her promise time and time again. Will you blame Grandma?"
Yan Xiaonan shook her head: "Grandma, even if you don't let me use magic, I still want to use it. I gave Uncle cotton, which solved his problem. Uncle gave me money, which gave me the capital to start a business. It's a win-win situation. What's wrong with that?"
"How much money can this cotton sell for?" Grandma Yan got excited when she heard that it was her granddaughter's start-up capital.
“One pound of cotton costs one yuan and fifty cents. I have ten thousand pounds. How much do you want, Grandma?” Yan Xiaonan looked at Grandma Yan mischievously.
Grandma Yan counted on her fingers: one jin for one yuan and fifty cents, ten jin for fifteen yuan, one hundred jin for one hundred and fifty yuan, and so on.
Yan Xiaonan loved watching her grandmother's earnest expression. Seeing that her grandmother couldn't figure it out, she whispered a number in her ear. Grandma Yan nodded, "Only 15,000 yuan? That's too little."
Yan Xiaonan was surprised that her grandmother had such a big appetite. Then she heard her grandmother ask, "My dear baby, how many thousand-yuan bills are there in fifteen thousand yuan?"
Yan Xiaonan remembered that Grandma didn't have the concept of ten thousand in her mind. Grandma's arithmetic could only count up to one thousand, or two thousand, because two thousand was two thousand: "Grandma, fifteen thousand."
Grandma Yan started counting on her fingers again: "My dear child, I can't count all the money on my ten fingers. Is this enough for your... capital?"
Yan Xiaonan nodded: "Grandma, that's enough, that's enough."
Having heard enough, Grandma Yan felt relieved and started to feel sleepy. She didn't even take a nap today while waiting for her little darling to come back.
Yan Xiaonan quickly helped her grandmother to sleep, drew the curtains, covered her with a thin quilt, and tiptoed out of the north room.
Cuihua was working hard in the kitchen, sweating profusely. Yan Xiaonan felt extremely sorry for her. Seeing her aunt talking to Fu Qingping, she quickly ran over and asked, "Aunt, do you have any money for an electric fan?"
Xue Ying slapped her head: "I was wondering what I forgot about today. It turns out it's the electric fan. I bought it and it's sitting at home. I wonder if Ai Dang will bring it over when he comes later."
Speak of the devil, and he appears. The sound of a bicycle bell ringing came from the gate. Yan Aidang's bicycle was already parked at the gate, with a large cardboard box on the backpack rack behind it. Yan Xiaonan knew that the electric fan had arrived.
Yan Aidang was untying the rope, looping it again and again, until she finally got it free. Yan Xiaonan grabbed the electric fan and ran into the courtyard. But when she saw the plug, she realized she didn't know if there was a socket in the kitchen.
Yan Aidang asked, "Nannan, where do you put your electric fan?"
Yan Xiaonan pointed to the kitchen: "My mom is dying of heat. I wonder if there's any electrical outlet in there."
Yan Aidang laughed: "How could such a basic mistake happen in the house I designed and decorated? Come and take a look."
Yan Aidang picked up the electric fan and went inside. Next to the dining table was a black socket. "This is a socket? It's so old-fashioned!" Yan Xiaonan was a little surprised. She watched as Aidang plugged in the electric fan and pressed a few buttons on the base. The electric fan started running.
Cuihua was happy to see them bring in an electric fan. She would no longer have to cook in such heat. She knew it was already May, and by July and August, cooking rice would be like taking a bath, making her sweat profusely.
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