He was thinking, since his brothers were all married, should he also give up his career and return home?
The letter emphasized An Jingzhi's talent, and An Guohua believed that his parents would not lie to him about this.
He suffered from the lack of education and understood the importance of studying.
But he was not too confident about the fourth brother and his wife.
It is a good thing if a child is smart, but if he is not educated well, whether the child can continue to achieve success in the future is another matter.
My parents are old and still have to take care of the household. My brothers and sisters are all married and they will definitely give priority to taking care of their own families.
The fourth brother and his wife are unreliable. If the child has good talents, they will teach them wrongly...
His roommates saw him staring blankly at the letter and asked:
"What's wrong? Something happened at home?"
An Guohua slowly put away the letter and said, "It's okay, I just miss home."
"Who isn't? I saved up a lot of vacation time this year and plan to go back home next year."
"And you?"
An Guohua was not quite sure. Should he continue to try for that possibility?
Or should I take the demobilization fee and go home to keep an eye on the fourth child and his wife to make sure they don't teach their child the wrong way?
His parents are old, and he has only been home twice since he joined the army, and each time he only stayed at home for one day.
As the weather gradually got warmer, An Jingzhi's study became part of his agenda.
After the New Year, An Jingzhi is ten years old and An Yanhua is fifteen years old.
An Jingzhi wanted to study instead of working, and Fan Chunmei wanted to supervise An Jingzhi's studies, so she didn't work either.
It was impossible for the old couple to let their entire family not work, so the heavy burden fell on An Guorong and An Yanhua.
After a winter, An Yanhua felt that she had lost several kilograms.
She touched her face. Fortunately, she had some cold cream to protect her from the wind and cold, so her face was still there.
"Little brother, you must study hard, otherwise you will let me and Dad down."
An Yanhua raised her hands, which were covered with frostbite, and said pitifully, "Look at my hands, they are all from working. If you can learn something sooner, your sister's suffering will not be in vain."
An Guorong also patted his waist and said, "Yes, son, if you give me nothing in the exam, I will let you take care of me in my old age! My old waist."
An Jingzhi looked at An Yanhua's hands and guessed that his mother Fan Chunmei was in the same condition.
Although Fan Chunmei could use the excuse of tutoring him to shirk her responsibilities, she couldn't just sit there and do nothing while her daughter was working.
As for his father, he pursed his lips.
There is less work to do in winter, and there is no ditches to dig this year. How tired can his father be?
"Sister, don't worry, as long as you listen to me, I will make sure you live a good life in the future." With such a promising brother like him, what kind of family can't his sister find?
"Good brother," An Yanhua said with tears in her eyes, "I finally paid off my love for you. Your socks are really smelly."
An Jingzhi was unconvinced, "You're talking nonsense, how could my socks be smelly? It's obviously because you left them there without washing them that they became smelly!"
An Yanhua, "You only change your socks every few days, don't you know? Your socks don't stink, take them off next time and smell them yourself!"
An Jingzhi: "...I only have three pairs of socks, and the weather is cold. If I wear them for a day and then wash them, how can I afford them?"
Originally there were only two pairs, and the extra pair was bought with his own money. The rest of the money was spent on subsidizing his family during the winter.
Fan Chunmei helps An Yanhua with some work every day, and spends the rest of the time slacking off. She is not quite sure what level An Jingzhi has learned so far.
"Jingzhi, school is about to start. What grade are you planning to study in?"
An Jingzhi thought for a moment and said, "Fifth grade, maybe."
An Guorong was surprised, "You've already reached the fifth grade?!"
"Oh, my son is so smart! Hahaha!" He laughed with his hands on his hips.
Fan Chunmei slapped him across the face, interrupting his laughter. "What does this have to do with you? Jingzhi is my mentor!"
It would have been better if he hadn't said it, but once he talked about it, An Guorong was full of resentment.
"It's fine if you're lying to others, but you're telling me this? Do you think I don't know that every day when everyone else is at work, you're sleeping in the house and not tutoring your son at all!"
"It's so unfair! Why should I go out to work while you sleep at home?"
Fan Chunmei glanced at him and said, "Just because I'm a high school student."
An Guorong muttered, "What high school student? You haven't even graduated." They have been married for more than ten years. How could he not know what kind of person the other person is?
I guess it was just luck that I got into high school.
"So what?" Fan Chunmei said confidently, "It's better than not graduating from elementary school."
An Guorong: “…”
Why does he feel like something is wrong?
Ever since my son started school, the family has been keeping a closer eye on his work, and it's become harder for him to be lazy than before.
When my son was not in school, he could be lazy whenever he wanted.
"Son, you must study hard. Dad has sacrificed so much for you."
He often slacked off in the fields, and would stop after earning six work points a day. Anyway, his wife would occasionally do some, which was enough for their family to eat and drink. Ever since his son said he wanted to go to school, he had been earning ten work points a day!
For the sake of a better life in the future, An Guorong decided to endure it a little longer!
An Jingzhi didn't buy his tricks. "Dad, it's obviously because you're too lazy and grandpa and grandma can't stand it anymore. What does it have to do with me?"
Grandma An and the others are now using the issue of studying to control An Guorong, knowing that An Guorong wants to rely on his son to enjoy a good life in the future, and now is the best time to correct him.
"Hey, you little bastard, you look like me." An Guorong laughed, "But you can't be so talkative. You're young, and the fifth graders are older than you. You can't beat them."
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