Chapter 45: Allergic Han Meng
After An Qianqian played with Han Meng for a while, Han Meng stuffed a big bag of cakes into her and asked her to take it back for her mother.
An Qianqian didn't know how to refuse, as it would be awkward if she did.
"I see that your face is a little allergic. How about this, next time I will make something good for you." You still have rashes in the summer, which is obviously an allergy.
"You can do this too." Han Meng was surprised again.
What a divine treasure this good friend of mine is.
"I know a little bit." In later generations, which woman doesn't have some knowledge of beauty and makeup?
She has the blessing of mist water, so she doesn't need these, but Han Meng can use them.
Make some for her, it's no big deal.
"Thank you, but you don't know that my face is the most annoying." As he spoke, Han Meng felt disappointed.
She is allergic not only to her face, but also to her body.
So she mostly wears long sleeves all year round.
I'm afraid I'll be allergic to something again.
Winter is the best time, when you wear more clothes and your skin is exposed to less air, so you are less likely to get allergies.
Listening to her complaints, An Qianqian frowned and said, "You can go to the hospital." This thing is not serious, but it is not light either.
"Why didn't you go and see? Otherwise, how do you think I came to work here?" If not for this, she would have worked in many more companies.
The reason she ended up coming here was because she had less contact with people, and she didn't have to do anything on a daily basis, just count a few things.
"Okay, I've made note of this, but I don't know if it will work, let's try it first." She said without making any promises.
But if you use mist water, it should be possible.
After the farewell, Han Meng was in such a good mood that she took the jam to show off to her second uncle.
Uncle Han didn't care at all how delicious the jam he made in the countryside could be.
But when he took the first sip, he was dumbfounded.
"Meng Meng..."
No matter how Han Erbo and Han Meng fought for the bottle of jam, An Qianqian returned to the village after buying the things.
After she started raising chickens at home, she stopped raising pigs.
Now that the family has earned a lot of money, she wants to earn more and buy a house in the capital.
Whether you arrange for your mother to live there or live by yourself, it can't be too small.
Another thing is that she wants to live with her mother, so owning her own house gives her confidence.
Even though the Mao family said that Mao Jianwen would take care of his mother in her old age, saying it and thinking it in their hearts are two different things.
It would be different if you had your own house.
She is a sensitive person and prefers to be on the safe side.
The money is still too little.
It seems she will have to work harder in the next one or two years.
Mao Jianwen, who was far away in southern Xinjiang, had no idea what An Qianqian was thinking.
I originally thought it would only be a few months, but it's already been almost half a year.
"Captain, you must be missing home." The team members who came with him all have families.
Seeing the captain looking at the sky in the distance, he sat down next to Mao Jianwen.
Everyone in Mao Jianwen's team is older than him, and he is the only one who is unmarried.
"Brother Zhou." Seeing the person coming, Mao Jianwen regained his composure.
"You kid, you miss your wife, right?" We are all experienced people, so we understand each other.
"Oh, I miss my wife and children too." Fortunately, this time, they won again.
"Tell me, when can we go back?" The man surnamed Zhou came over to ask about the letter.
He really misses home.
Mao Jianwen shook his head: "I don't know, but I think it will be soon." They have improved the latest weapons and are now waiting for the experimental results.
Once the results are out, let the soldiers give it a try and then they can go home.
"Oh." I don't know how many times I have heard this word.
"Captain, is there really no news at all?" He was anxious.
Mao Jianwen glanced at him and finally shook his head: "I don't know." Even if he knew, there were some things he couldn't say.
Mr. Zhou chatted for a few words and then left.
Mao Jianwen was in a daze again.
I don’t know if she is doing well in the village?
I don’t know if she thinks about me.
I wonder if she still has money to spend.
He was so stupid. He should have given her more money at the beginning and let her suffer the loss as well.
The more I think about him, the more anxious I become.
Shangxi Village.
An Qianqian looked at the things Uncle He sent, she was a little confused, "Uncle He, what are you doing?"
"Qianqian, you must accept it." In the past six months, he sold all the chickens in his home and made a lot of money.
He has to come and thank Qianqian properly.
"These are not valuable things. They are all laid by our family." After saying that, Uncle He pushed the two baskets of duck eggs in his hand forward.
"If you don't accept it, your aunt will scold me." When the family made money, the first thing his wife did was to ask him to thank the girl from the An family.
If you give money to others, they will definitely not accept it.
So in the end, he could only bring duck eggs from home. Although they were not as good as chicken eggs, duck eggs also tasted like duck eggs.
Salted duck eggs can be eaten as a side dish in winter.
Mother An couldn't bear to see this, and she knew Uncle He's intention, so she said, "Qianqian, please accept it. If you don't accept it, your Uncle He will be embarrassed to raise chickens anymore."
She heard something.
I heard that all the He family’s chickens are sold out.
I guess I'm making money.
Mom has spoken, what else can she say?
"Thank you, Uncle He. Don't do this next time." An Qianqian is not stupid.
Besides, she didn’t think she had helped Uncle He in any way.
Isn't it just to confirm it when he asks?
Seeing Qianqian accept it, Uncle He was so happy that he ran away without even taking the basket.
The He family's story gradually spread in the village, and everyone knew that Uncle He made money by raising chickens.
If there is one, there will be two.
Before Liu Ying sold all her chickens, many families in the village started raising chickens.
They were not close to the An family and did not feel comfortable coming to ask how to feed the baby.
As a result, the threshold of Uncle He's house, the only one that earned money, was trampled down by someone.
"Mom, why are you wrapping the duck eggs in yellow mud?" After An Qianqian went up the mountain to feed the chickens, she came back and saw her mother wrapping duck eggs in yellow mud.
"Mom made you preserved eggs and some salted duck eggs, but they weren't very tasty." Her cooking skills were no match for An Ge's.
An Qianqian was surprised, "Mom, you can also make preserved eggs." She had eaten this before, but didn't know how it was made.
Especially the preserved eggs with preserved flowers, which are a must-try.
"Yes, your father taught me. But my cooking is not as delicious as your father's." An's mother said with a smile.
After so many years, she had long since accepted Ang's passing.
"My dad can do these things." She really had no impression of it at all.
"Of course, your father knows a lot of things. Back then..." Slowly, An's mother told her daughter about the An family's life.
It was the first time that An Qianqian heard about her parents’ past.
This village seems to be under a curse. The people who come here are those who were abandoned in the 1950s.
Either they are abandoned by their families or by their own relatives.
The first time she heard about her parents' past, she was a little surprised.
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