An Jingzhi grinned at Lin Jiawang, "Thank you for your hard work, Dad."
Lin Jiawang snorted and rode away on his bike.
An Jingzhi had the five dollars given by Lin Mingyue in his pocket. He gave a handful of pumpkin seeds to the gatekeeper and was let in.
There are a lot of books here, but they are too many and too diverse. It took An Jingzhi a while to find a book about tractor driving and maintenance.
He didn't expect that there would be a maintenance instructor. Originally, An Jingzhi was not sure whether the team leader would let Lin Mingyue be a tractor driver, but now he is sure that this position is his.
If the captain doesn’t choose Lin Mingyue, who else should he choose who can both repair and open a car?
Thinking that it would take some time for his cheap father-in-law to come over, he rummaged through the recycling bin for a while.
The good stuff is long gone, how can I wait for him to come back and look for it? Although things are a bit chaotic these days, there are still many people who know what’s good.
Thinking of what would happen in the original owner's memory, he found a few more books on herbal knowledge, a total of three books, and took them directly to the old man at the recycling station.
The old man took a quick look and said, "I'll give you fifty cents."
An Jingzhi readily took out fifty cents, held the book in his arms, and chatted with the old man while waiting for his cheap father-in-law to come and pick him up.
The old man had nothing to do, so he chatted with An Jingzhi. His family were all city dwellers and were all workers.
"City people have it better. They have decent jobs and a fixed salary." An Jingzhi said with envy.
"Farmers also have their own advantages. You can raise your own meat and it is convenient to eat it." The old man said with a smile.
"There's a limit to how many you can raise. How can you eat them all you want? Their lives are definitely not as good as those of people in the city. You're so lucky that your son and daughter-in-law are both workers in the city." An Jingzhi continued.
After a while, I heard the sound of bicycles ding-ding-ding, and greeted the old man, "My father-in-law is here to pick me up, uncle, I'm leaving first."
The old man looked at An Jingzhi, a young and strong man, sitting behind his father-in-law with a matter-of-fact look on his face.
I shook my head secretly, thinking that it was a good thing that my son-in-law was not like that.
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