Yan Dongnan got up from the ground and ran over to ask Yan Xiaonan, "Nannan, do you know this car can brake? How does it brake?"
Yan Xiaonan certainly knew, but what could she say? So she rolled her eyes without any politeness, her meaning clear: I don't know. I'm only two years old, okay? You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?
Grandma Yan couldn't stand it anymore and spoke up: "Dongnan, you should think about it yourself. Don't ask your sister. How old is she? How would she know?"
Yan Dongnan's face turned a little red, but wasn't his sister a reincarnation of a little fairy? Fairies know everything, so why didn't she tell him? This little rascal is too naughty. Oh well, he'll just have to figure it out himself.
Yan Dongnan didn't need to think about it anymore. Yan Xiaoqiang accidentally grabbed the handlebars, and the bike stopped moving. There were these things on both sides, one for the front wheel and one for the rear wheel. These two things should be the brakes. Men really have a talent for mechanics. In just ten minutes, the two of them had figured out the structure of the bike and were able to pedal it a few meters away, albeit unsteadily.
Yan Xiaoqiang solemnly entrusted the car to Yan Dongnan, saying, "Don't fall again! Even if your leg is broken, the car can't be damaged, you know?" Yan Dongnan glanced at Yan Xiaoqiang, then at Cuihua, his eyes clearly conveying the message, "Mom, is this really my father?"
Yan Xiaonan and Grandma Yan couldn't help but burst out laughing. Yan Xiaoqiang belatedly realized his embarrassment and, still worried about the bicycle, added, "If it doesn't work, just push it back."
Seeing the grain and other things scattered on the ground, Grandma Yan really wanted the little girl to put them all away, but Southeast already knew about it, so it was definitely impossible to put them away. She could only let them take them back. Fortunately, their home wasn't far from here, and it was already dark, so no one would find out.
Cuihua was quick on her feet and ran back to get the carrying pole, basket, and rice bag. Southeast, along with Southwest and North, also came over. So, some carried, some shouldered, and some lifted, and all the good things on the ground were brought into Grandma Yan's house. With a click, everything except three cans of fruit was locked up.
The boys kept smacking their lips as they ate those three cans of fruit, exclaiming, "So delicious! How can it be so good? Uncle is so kind of you to give us so much stuff!"
Grandma Yan said, "You boys, keep your mouths shut. Don't let anyone know, or we won't be able to keep this food. Got it?"
Southwest nodded, indicating she understood. North South glanced at her grandmother and said, "Grandma, I'm not stupid. I'm not going to let anyone know about my good things. I'm too busy hiding them to worry about them.
Southeast also said, "Last time, Grandma and Mom and Dad brought back so much grain from such a far place, and as a result, our house was robbed, and Nannan almost got into trouble. The Wang family even tried to come and steal the grain. This time, you need to be more careful, understand?"
Southeast's words put everyone in the family on high alert. Grandma was building the house at this critical juncture so that the villagers would know that her family had no money or food and could only survive on sweet potatoes and wheat bran.
Xuemei had an idea: "Grandma, how about we take ten catties of cornmeal and exchange it with the villagers for some coarse grains?"
Grandma Yan shook her head. It's not the right time yet. After the sweet potatoes are harvested, everyone is rushing to plant winter wheat to see if this winter will be as cold as last year. If it is, then we'll see.
Yan Xiaonan looked at her grandmother, who was the backbone of the family. As long as her grandmother was there, the family would be fine. She picked up her small bowl, scooped up a piece of fruit, and stuffed it into her grandmother's mouth, saying as she did so, "Grandma, eat this, Grandma will live to be a hundred."
Grandma Yan's heart melted at Yan Xiaonan's kindness. She said to Yan Xiaoqiang and Cuihua, "Our family must have accumulated a lot of good karma in our past lives. We are so blessed to have such a precious baby. My darling is truly my heart and soul. Grow up quickly!"
Yan Xiaoqiang and Cuihua nodded in agreement. Their mother was right; their precious child was a result of their good deeds. Xinan also nodded in agreement, scooping another piece of fruit from her bowl for Yan Xiaonan: "Nannan is a lucky child. Lucky child, eat more."
Grandma Yan felt comforted watching her grandsons share food with her, each offering a piece of food to the other. She thought that all the grandsons she had raised were good; they were able to share such precious things without having any thought of hoarding them.
Xuemei felt incredibly relieved. She had been worried because the family's food supplies had been wasted on building the house. Sweet potatoes couldn't be eaten as a staple food; eating too many would cause problems. Nannan was still young, and her grandmother was old, so they couldn't eat sweet potatoes every meal.
Now that we have so much food at home, plus canned goods and milk powder, no wonder Grandma and Mom aren't worried at all. It turns out Uncle is helping out. Uncle is amazing; how did he manage to get so many precious things? No wonder Grandma always thinks about Uncle. This time when Uncle comes back, we'll make him some good food to reward him.
"Mom, Nan Nan's second birthday is in half a month. Let's make something delicious to celebrate!" Yan Xiaoqiang said. The boys' eyes lit up when they heard this. Nan Nan was going to be two years old soon.
Bei Nan was the first to speak up: "Nan Nan, I'll go hunt some pheasants for you to eat."
Southwest also said, "Nannan, I'll go get you a wild rabbit to play with."
Southeast stood up and took out a brand-new notebook and pen from a schoolbag next to him. "Nannan, let your older brother teach you to read."
Yan Xiaonan's eyes lit up. Southeast's suggestion was great. She wouldn't have to pretend to be illiterate anymore. Before she could even speak, Yan Xiaoqiang rejected her outright: "Are you kidding me? Nannan is only two years old. What would she know about reading? It would hurt her brain."
Southeast said, "Dad, hibernation takes several months, so don't waste time."
Yan Xiaoqiang pointed to the southwest and north-south, "Teach them to read. Since the village's primary school teacher left, no one has been teaching. Teach them when you have time."
Bei Nan panicked: "Dad, I'm still young. Learning to read will strain my brain."
Yan Xiaoqiang sneered: "You're still young. Do you expect your mother to feed you and hold you to sleep? It's bad for your brain. So what if your pig brain is damaged? It's not a big deal."
Bei Nan clutched her heart and looked at Cuihua with a mournful expression: "Mom, look at Dad, are you sure you're not mistaken? He's not my biological father."
Yan Xiaoqiang picked up an empty can and was about to smash it on Bei Nan's head when Grandma Yan stopped him: "You good-for-nothing! This can is very precious. Do you want to smash it? Or go and bang your head against the wall to wake yourself up."
Startled, Bei Nan darted behind Grandma Yan, patted her chest, and muttered, "It's definitely not a blood relative, it's definitely not a blood relative."
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