The old lady also understood the importance of studying, otherwise she would not have sent all the children in the family to school.
All the grandchildren in the family have received education. As long as they are willing to study, the family is willing to support them, unless they themselves do not want to study.
The conditions of the An family are better than most families in the village because of the subsidy for An Lao San's military service, and it is not difficult to support the children's education.
The reason why the two were unwilling to let An Jingzhi study was because their family had a deeply rooted image of being lazy.
If they really want to study, the old man and the old woman will definitely not refuse. They are just afraid that they are wasting money and time just to be lazy.
The commune is some distance away from the village, but the two sons of my second uncle are both attending junior high school in the commune, so An Jingzhi can go with them without worrying about safety issues.
There are several children in the village who go to the commune to attend elementary and junior high school. There is an ox cart in the village that can take them there every day. As for after school, they have to go home on their own.
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"Yanhua, the pig grass has been cut, and there are some fruits on it. You can take it home and eat it."
An Yanhua was dozing off under a tree when she was suddenly awakened by a voice beside her.
She stretched and complained a little, "Why did you suddenly speak? It scared me to death."
Listening to the girl's scolding, Wang Tingge said apologetically, "I will pay more attention next time."
An Yanhua didn't mean to blame him, she was just complaining subconsciously. When the other party apologized sincerely, she felt a little embarrassed.
"It's okay, it's okay." He took a look at the bamboo basket handed over by the other party. It was full of fresh pig grass and a few red fruits on it. It was obvious that they were carefully selected.
She was surprised and said, "Oh, there are fruits here? How did you find them? You are amazing."
Wang Tingge's ears turned slightly red. Listening to the girl's praise, he gave a brief explanation.
An Yanhua didn't really want to listen, she just subconsciously said nice things and praised others.
An Yanhua’s daily task is to cut grass for pigs, but in fact she doesn’t even do the weeding herself.
Every day when she arrived at the place, Wang Tingge would be waiting there early, skillfully taking her bamboo basket and helping her cut a full basket of fresh pig grass.
Sometimes a few red fruits would be placed on the pig grass, and sometimes a wild rabbit would be given to her.
She skillfully took two fruits from the pig grass and handed them to Wang Tingge, "Thank you very much. Take these two back and share them with your father. I'm going home first."
Wang Tingge felt warm in his heart as he watched the girl leave. He didn't look away until he could no longer see her. He turned and walked towards the mountains. He hadn't caught any prey for the day yet.
Wang Tingge lost his mother when he was young and had no relatives at home, so he depended on his father for everything.
His father was an old hunter who made a living from the mountains and was one of the few families in the village that lived well.
However, later regulations were issued that people could no longer enter the mountains so casually, but his family would still secretly go into the mountains to hunt to supplement the family income.
The villagers talked about how pitiful the father and son were, but no one cared much about their affairs.
If they ran into villagers, Wang Tingge's father would directly give half of it to the other party, so the villagers turned a blind eye.
Once, Wang Tingge's father came down from the mountain covered in blood, even his feet were bloody. Wang Tingge was young at the time and was still waiting for his father to come home.
Wang Tingge's father had used up all his strength when he came down from the mountain. There was no one around and no one could hear his barely audible cry for help.
It was An Yanhua, who went to the foot of the mountain to pick wild vegetables, who discovered Wang Tingge's father. Later, he called the villagers over, and Wang Tingge's father was saved.
Unfortunately, because of this incident, Wang Tingge's father became lame and the situation at his family became worse and worse.
Later, Wang Tingge grew up and inherited his father's hunting skills, and the family's conditions gradually improved.
Wang Tingge has always been grateful to An Yanhua for saving his father's life.
He was still young at that time and his father was the only pillar of the family. If anything happened to his father, he would become an orphan.
Before he learned the skills of hunting, he often took the initiative to help An Yanhua cut grass for pigs, find wild vegetables, and collect firewood.
After learning how to hunt, he often secretly sent pheasants and rabbits to An Yanhua.
He did not ask for anything in return, but was just grateful for the other party's kindness to him.
He will always remember when his father was sent to the hospital in a bloody mess, and people said that if it was any later, it might be too late.
He originally had no other wishes except that she would live a good life. However, after hearing the villagers say that An Yanhua wanted to marry a city dweller, he felt so sad that he had no words to express it.
An Yanhua skillfully put the pig feed away and sneaked back home.
Except for An Guochang who took leave to go to the city to buy betrothal gifts, the rest of the family had already gone to work.
An Guorong also went to work in the fields.
Only Fan Chunmei and An Jingzhi were left at home.
As soon as she entered the room, she saw An Jingzhi sitting at the desk that was originally given to her, reading a book.
An Yanhua was shocked.
"Jingzhi, do you have a fever?" She walked closer and wanted to test the temperature of An Jingzhi's forehead.
An Jingzhi turned his head and immediately dodged the other person's hand. He sniffed lightly and smelled the scent of fruit on her body, "Bringing fruit home again?"
Fan Chunmei also stopped questioning her youngest son's sudden cleverness, her eyes lighting up, "What kind of fruit is this? Did that kid Wang Tingge give it to you again?"
An Yanhua took out four fruits from her pocket. There were originally six, but she couldn't help it and secretly ate two on the way. She swore that the two fruits she ate were definitely the least sweet. She kept the sweet ones for her to share.
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