Lin Jiawang, who was riding his bicycle in front, said disdainfully, "How come you can chat with everyone?"
He suspected he'd gone at the wrong time. This kid had only been to the county a few times, and it was his first time at the recycling station, so why was he chatting so animatedly with the old man?
He used to not like to talk to the people in the village, but these past few days, I don’t know if he took the wrong medicine or what, but he always hangs out with that old lady.
An Jingzhi said: "Dad, you don't understand this. Although this old man is a gatekeeper at a garbage recycling station, he definitely knows more than us."
"Don't think I'm chatting with him. I'm actually asking him for information. Who knows, I might hear something useful."
"Then tell me what useful thing you heard?" Lin Jiawang didn't fall for his tricks.
"Stop!" An Jingzhi didn't answer, but suddenly said.
Because he said it so suddenly, Lin Jiawang thought something had happened and slammed on the brakes.
"What's wrong?"
An Jingzhi jumped off his bicycle and said, "I finally made it to the county. I have to go to the state-owned restaurant to buy some meat buns."
Although the food at home is good, we only eat meat a few times. After all, we have to be careful when we go hunting secretly in the mountains.
Lin Jiawang held his breath in his chest, neither going up nor down, and his face turned red from holding it in.
I really want to ride my bike and leave this bastard behind.
But when he thought about not being able to explain to his daughter when he got back, he could only wait at the door of the state-owned hotel with a gloomy face.
A few minutes later, the careless son-in-law came out with a cloth bag in his hand and a smile on his face.
He was holding one in his hand and eating it while walking.
"The meat buns from this state-owned restaurant are still the best. They're generously stuffed and plentiful."
He walked up to Lin Jiawang, put the bun in his hand in his mouth and held it in his mouth. With his other hand, he took out a meat bun from the bag and stuffed it into Lin Jiawang's mouth.
Lin Jiawang held the meat bun anxiously, fearing that it would fall to the ground and be ruined.
"How is it? Isn't it delicious, Dad?" After saying that, he sat naturally on the back seat of Lin Jiawang's bicycle.
Lin Jiawang wanted to curse, but then he realized the bun in his mouth was too delicious. "How can something made from precious grains not be delicious?"
After returning home and putting the book in the living room, An Jingzhi took the buns in the bag and went to the kitchen.
Lin Mingyue turned around and was surprised to see the person who suddenly came in. "Why are you back so soon?"
An Jingzhi handed the bun in his hand to the other party, "I came back after finishing my work. I bought ten buns. Dad and I each ate one. You eat one first, and we can steam the rest later and eat them together."
"I gave you the money to buy books, but why did you buy buns instead? Is the money enough to buy books? If not, I'll get you some more." Lin Mingyue said as she wanted to go to her room.
"Books don't cost much. I bought them from the recycling station." An Jingzhi stopped her in time and explained.
At the dinner table.
Lin Jiawang still felt very displeased when he saw his son-in-law eating with relish.
"He doesn't do any work all day, but he's quite picky."
Lin Mingyue put down the chopsticks in her hand, "Dad, stop talking, aren't you enjoying the buns too?"
Lin Jiawang looked at his daughter sullenly, then glared at An Jingzhi.
This girl has completely betrayed herself.
An Jingzhi raised his eyes and looked at his father-in-law innocently.
The buns are so delicious.
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In the evening, Lin Mingyue fetched water to wash the feet of the two people. Just as she was about to go to bed, An Jingzhi asked her to bring a candle.
Lin Mingyue didn't understand why, but she still took a candle, lit it and handed it over.
"What are you doing? Do you want to light a candle?" A candle costs quite a bit of money.
An Jingzhi took out the book on the table and said, "Come and learn. We need to learn how to operate and modify this tractor before the villagers react."
"I'm sure you'll be running for the team when the time comes. You'll have a pretty good shot at it."
Lin Mingyue's face froze. She had always had a headache whenever she saw a book.
"It's getting late. How about we talk about it tomorrow?" she asked tentatively.
Just don't go to the bed.
An Jingzhi called out a few times, but Lin Mingyue, who was not likely to refuse him, refused to move forward. He looked at Lin Mingyue's face and immediately understood.
He patted the bed and said with a smile, "Are you afraid of reading?"
Lin Mingyue was stunned and stammered, "Who, who is afraid?"
An Jingzhi just stared at her straight, and Lin Mingyue's confidence was instantly gone.
He resigned himself to his fate and said, "What I hate most in my life is studying. I can do any hard work, but just looking at this book gives me a headache and makes me dizzy."
When I was a child, I was often beaten by my teachers because of my studies.
An Jingzhi patted the bed and motioned for her to sit over again. This time, Lin Mingyue did not refuse and walked over and sat down obediently.
"Think about it, if you learn it, you can be a tractor driver, and then our family will have an extra income, right?" An Jingzhi coaxed him.
Lin Mingyue said, "We are not short of money at home now." The implication was that it didn't matter whether he studied or not.
She had just promised An Jingzhi to buy the book, but she didn't expect An Jingzhi to actually buy the book.
"Yes, we don't need money much at home thanks to the money Dad makes selling herbs in the mountains, but we do need tickets," An Jingzhi said. "You need tickets to buy everything in the city. Do I need tickets for that malted milk I drink?"
"Before, when I was the only one drinking, exchanging some tickets wasn't a big deal, but now there are two children waiting with their mouths open. Isn't that enough? We can't always exchange tickets with the captain, right? He needs them sometimes too."
An Jingzhi said it very naturally, without any shame of an adult snatching malted milk from a child.
"If you become a tractor driver, I don't know how much money you'll make, but at least you'll get five dollars, plus various ticket subsidies. If you repair the car, you'll get other rewards. Wouldn't that save enough for our family to buy malted milk?"
"I haven't eaten peach cakes for a long time." An Jingzhi said with a wronged look.
Lin Mingyue and her daughter had always wanted to have a child, and it didn’t matter who the child’s father was.
Now Lin Mingyue felt a little regretful. If the child had not been born, she would not have competed with her husband for the malted milk.
She would not cut off the peach cakes from her man just because there were not enough bills.
Lin Mingyue, who was stunned for a moment, immediately agreed, "Learn, learn, learn! I must learn how to operate this tractor! No one else can take my place!"
Lin Mingyue made the bold statement, but she regretted it in less than half an hour. She felt drowsy as she looked at the words on the paper.
Why didn't she usually find her man's voice so hypnotic?
An Jingzhi looked at Lin Mingyue helplessly, as she propped up her head and nodded noddingly.
"Can I still drink malted milk?" An Jingzhi leaned close to Lin Mingyue's ear and whispered softly.
Lin Mingyue was startled by the sudden sound and her eyes opened immediately.
Looking at the handsome face in front of her, she avoided his gaze guiltily.
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