Chapter 107 Poor kid, Wu Jiacheng
"Indeed, Mu Xue looks young, but she knows a lot." Chen Yixuan also responded with a smile.
"Alas, nowadays, workers cannot do without some special skills." Qian Muchue also joked with everyone else, acting as if life was not easy, which made everyone laugh.
Seeing everyone having fun, Yu Qian, who did not participate in the whole process, was very unhappy. Qian Muchue mentioned everyone's name just now, but not hers. This was clearly an attempt to isolate her.
Because the task was completed ahead of schedule, the program team did not release any other tasks in the afternoon, so the guests had half a day to themselves, but each of them would be followed by the program team's photographer.
The person who had it most relaxed was Yu Qian's photographer. Yu Qian went back to her room to rest after lunch. Before dinner, she never left the bedroom and didn't even go to the bathroom.
There were a lot of cabbages and white radishes given by the villagers in the kitchen, and they couldn't be eaten up even after cooking. Qian Muchue planned to make spicy cabbage and pickled radishes, so that she could take some back and let Yaya and the others try them. The vegetables in Wujia Village were truly pesticide-free and pollution-free.
Chen Yixuan can't cook, so she just helps Qian Muchue. She knows very well the purpose of her coming to the program crew, so during her free time, she also tries hard to market herself in front of the camera. Although she is very purposeful, she doesn't make people feel disgusted.
"After these few days, I think I can cook two dishes by myself when I go back." Chen Yixuan said to the camera, pickling cabbage under Qian Muchue's guidance.
"There are many detailed tutorials online, which are very practical and suitable for kitchen novices." Qian Muchue said with a smile.
The two ladies were tinkering in the kitchen, and the three men went to the village to collect firewood. The firewood they had bought from the villagers was almost gone.
It takes time to pickle Chinese cabbage. Qian Muchue took the opportunity to take a walk around Wujia Village while waiting. At this time, the older children were all in school, so the village was very quiet.
The air in the countryside is very good, and the sunshine in the early winter afternoon is a bit warm. Taking a leisurely walk there is a unique artistic conception, if there is no filming crew following you.
Although Wujia Village is relatively poor, as young people go out to work, most families in the village have built houses. Therefore, when Qian Muchue saw the old brick house in front of her, she was still a little surprised.
What caught Qian Muchue's attention even more was that in front of the door of the brick house, there was a boy in his teens sitting. The boy was wearing ill-fitting clothes, had a pale face and was thin, and was weaving a bamboo basket with bamboo strips in his hands.
Looking closely, I found that the boy was sitting in a worn-out wheelchair.
Hearing the noise, the boy who was conscientiously weaving a bamboo basket looked up at Qian Muchue and others. When he saw the camera of the program crew, the little boy's eyes were full of curiosity.
"Sister, are you the big star in the village? You look as beautiful as the star in the poster." The little boy asked curiously in standard Mandarin.
"Yes, what's your name? How old are you?" Qian Muchue said gently. She has always been very patient with children.
"My name is Wu Jiacheng and I'm 13 years old." The little boy answered obediently.
Qian Muchue's eyes swept over the little boy's legs, and she clearly found that the boy's legs were a little deformed, different from those of ordinary people. Wu Jiacheng said that he was 13 years old, but he looked only in his teens. It should be due to poor development.
"Are you weaving a bamboo basket?" Qian Muchue squatted beside the little boy and asked with a smile. She could see that the boy's little hands had calluses that were not consistent with his age.
"Well, the woven bamboo baskets can be sold for money." Wu Jiacheng said with a smile.
"Where are mom and dad?" Qian Muchue asked.
Wu Jiacheng, who had been smiling just now, looked disheartened when he heard this.
"They don't want me anymore, so I live with my grandfather. He is very good to me. When I grow up, I will make money to support him." Wu Jiacheng said the last sentence in a much heavier voice.
After hearing what Wu Jiacheng said, Qian Muchue felt a sour feeling in her heart. She really wanted to ask him why he didn't go to school, but she was afraid of accidentally hurting him.
"Where's grandpa? Isn't he at home?" Qian Muchue didn't see anyone else except Wu Jiacheng.
"Grandpa has gone out to work and will be back late." Wu Jiacheng was in a bad mood. Thinking about how his grandfather had fallen before and was now out working, he was a little worried.
Feeling that Wu Jiacheng was a little depressed, Qian Muchue smiled and talked about other topics to attract his attention.
"Little Wu Jiacheng, what do you want to be when you grow up?"
Wu Jiacheng felt a little embarrassed when being called a kid. He just thought that the celebrity sister was very beautiful and spoke nicely.
"I don't know what to do. When I grow up, I want to make a lot of money to honor my grandfather, let him live in a good house and eat meat every day." Wu Jiacheng said seriously.
He didn't know what he would do when he grew up. Maybe he would do as his grandfather said, like the lame Grandpa Wu in the village, repairing shoes and bicycles for others. His grandfather had said before that he would send him to learn from Grandpa Wu.
"Well, you are so great. You will definitely make a lot of money when you grow up." Qian Muchue encouraged with a smile.
Hearing Qian Muchue's encouragement, Wu Jiacheng's eyes sparkled.
It was almost time and Wu Jiacheng's grandfather had not returned yet. Qian Muchue decided to go back first and find time to come over next time. She wanted to learn about their situation from Grandpa Wu.
On the way back, he happened to meet the village director who had just finished talking with the director. Shu Wen acted quickly and had already told the village director about the issue of fruit and vegetable purchases in Wujia Village. This was a good thing for the villagers, and the village director agreed very actively.
Qian Muchue called the village director and asked him about Wu Jiacheng's situation.
"Oh, this kid is so pitiful." The village director sighed when talking about Wu Jiacheng.
After listening to the village director's narration, Qian Muchue learned that Wu Jiacheng was born with a disability. When he was born, the child was very young and the doctor said that there was hope of a cure, but the cost would be hundreds of thousands. The Wu family was poor and had no money, so they delayed the birth of the child.
Wu Jiacheng's mother ran away after giving birth to her child, and his father went out to work when Wu Jiacheng was four years old. In the first two years, he would come back to see his father and son, but later there was no news from him.
Wu Jiacheng was raised by his grandfather. The name Wu Jiacheng was given by the village director when he was registered. At this time, Wu Jiacheng should have been in the first grade of junior high school. He studied very hard and his grades were always among the best.
The junior high school is far away from Wujia Village. Every day, Grandpa Wu rides the old bicycle at home to take his grandson to school. The roads in the village are very bad. More than a month ago, Grandpa Wu broke his leg while picking up his grandson. Since then, Wu Jiacheng has not gone to school.
"Alas, Uncle Wu has had it tough. For the past few years, he's been making four trips back and forth every day to pick up and drop off his children, and he's also had to take care of the farm work at home. Poor kid Wu Jiacheng is also really pitiful. When he's at school, he doesn't even dare to drink more water for fear of having to go to the bathroom."
"If Uncle Wu hadn't broken his leg this time, he would still have insisted on sending his grandson to school. But this is not a one-day thing. After three years of junior high school, there are still three years of high school. Even if he can get into college, his family doesn't have the money to support him."
"It's a shame that the kid has such good grades. He has such a hard life."
The village director kept talking about how the Wu Jiacheng and his grandson were low-income households in the village, but the subsidies given by the state were just enough to sustain their lives. Wu Jiacheng's wheelchair was also second-hand. It had been used for many years and was so broken that it could not be pushed. But there was no extra money to buy a new one. Wherever Wu Jiacheng moved, it was Grandpa Wu who carried his grandson on his back.
Qian Muchue had never seen what Grandpa Wu looked like, but when she thought of the scene of the old man carrying his grandson up and down the stairs when he was in school, she felt a pang of sadness in her heart. No matter how strong a man is, he will grow old, and his grandson will become heavier and heavier, and one day he will not be able to carry him anymore.
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