Fang Qiao simply carried An An to visit Chen Guizhi's house, with Tian Tian following behind like a little tail.
The front door of Chen Guizhi's house was not closed. She was sitting on a small stool washing clothes, while her youngest son, who was only two years old, was holding a paper airplane and standing at the front door of the main room, trying to release it.
Fang Qiao knocked on the door symbolically: "Sister-in-law, are you doing laundry?"
Chen Guizhi looked up and saw Fang Qiao, and quickly invited her in: "You finally brought An'an out. It's good for children to get some sun and wind. Don't keep them cooped up inside all the time."
“She wasn’t kept quiet all the time. I even took her to Mingyue Lake for a boat trip on Sunday.” Fang Qiao said, nudging Tian Tian’s shoulder, “Tian Tian, do you want to play with your little brother?”
Sweetie shook her head: "I don't want to play with my little brother, I want to play with my sister Tingting."
Chen Guizhi smiled and said, "Your older sister Tingting has gone to school and won't be back until dark. How about you play with your little brother for a while?"
"Okay." Sweetie nodded hesitantly, then couldn't help but ask, "Auntie, Sister Tingting went to school, can I go to school with her?"
"No, that won't do." Fang Qiao shook her head.
"Why?" Sweetie asked, confused.
Fang Qiao explained, "Because you are too young, you can only attend the preschool class for toddlers. Your older sister Tingting is already in elementary school. The preschool class is kindergarten, and you are not in the same school as Tingting."
"Auntie, when can I start elementary school?" Sweetie asked.
Fang Qiao explained, "After finishing the preparatory class, you can go to primary school."
"Okay then, after I finish the preschool class, I'll go to the same school as Sister Tingting." Sweetie nodded obediently, then sighed like a little adult and said, "For now, I'll just play with my little brother for a while."
She stepped forward and took Qian Xiaowu's hand: "Come on, little brother Xiaowu, let me show you around."
She said it reluctantly, but she quickly started playing with two-year-old Qian Xiaowu, her giggles constantly escaping her lips.
Fang Qiao chuckled to herself.
While washing clothes, Chen Guizhi asked, "Tian Tian is over three years old this year, right? When do you plan to send her to the early childhood education class?"
“I plan to send her there in September,” Fang Qiao said. “This semester has been going on for quite a while now, and the other kids have probably already formed groups and are playing together. If I send her now, as a transfer student from Henan Province, and since her Mandarin isn’t very good, I’m afraid she won’t be able to adapt.”
“You’re right. Kids these days are all very clever, and there are a lot of cases of them ganging up and bullying newcomers.” Chen Guizhi nodded in agreement: “Sending them in September is just right. It’s the beginning of the new semester, and they’ll all be new students in the preschool class. They won’t know each other yet, so it’s easier for them to adapt than if they join halfway through the semester.”
Fang Qiao hummed in agreement: "That's what I think too. Anyway, the preschool doesn't teach any knowledge, so there's no difference between a few months in the morning and a few months at night."
After discussing the Yuhong Class, Fang Qiao asked about the more important matter.
"Sister-in-law, I want to raise two hens to lay eggs. Do you know where I can buy laying hens? If hens are hard to find, I can buy a few chicks to raise too."
“The chicken farm in the next village sells them. I was just thinking of buying two or three myself, so I’ll take you there another day.” Chen Guizhi instructed, “We’ll just buy two or three. Nobody cares in the countryside, but we can’t buy too many, or people will call us capitalists.”
Fang Qiao nodded: "I know that."
She used to raise only four chickens at her home in the countryside; if she raised more, she would be reported.
In the evening, Fang Qiao soaked some dried wood ear mushrooms and stir-fried them with eggs.
After dinner, the family of three went into the space as usual.
Today we're going to cultivate a spiritual field to plant rice. The two of us can't use spiritual energy to turn the soil and sow the seeds yet, so we have to do it ourselves.
So Cheng Baidong got to work, while Fang Qiao held An'an and cheered him on from the side.
I also told him about meeting Jin Xin at the black market at noon today.
"I never expected Jin Xin to start a business so early. No wonder he made a fortune in the early 1980s in his previous life and bought a courtyard house within the Second Ring Road."
"If this had been done after the turn of the millennium, a courtyard house would have cost tens of millions, and perhaps even hundreds of millions later on."
Speaking of this, Fang Qiao smacked her lips, somewhat regretfully: "Back when I was in junior high, Aunt Liang wanted me to be her daughter-in-law! Unfortunately, I wasn't perceptive enough at the time and looked down on Jin Xin for his lazy and irresponsible attitude. I was only focused on getting into high school. If I had agreed back then, wouldn't I be a wealthy woman with hundreds of millions in assets in the future?"
Upon hearing this, Cheng Baidong immediately lost his composure.
He threw the hoe on the ground, casually made a hand seal, conjured a transparent bubble, stuffed An'an into it, and then approached Fang Qiao with a dangerous look on his face.
"From what you're saying, you regret not agreeing to be Aunt Liang's daughter-in-law back then?"
"You regret marrying me?"
Fang Qiao thought to herself: Oh no, this is bad.
He quickly explained, "No, no, I just thought of it casually, just using it as an analogy. I didn't mean to regret it."
"Really not?" Cheng Baidong was visibly jealous. "After all, they're childhood sweethearts, they grew up in the same alley. They'll be rolling in money in less than ten years, they'll even have a courtyard house inside the Second Ring Road..."
Cheng Baidong's tone was filled with an undisguised sourness.
"No, no, really no." Fang Qiao hugged Cheng Baidong's waist tightly, nuzzling him weakly. "Baidong, I only love you. I won't marry anyone but you!"
"Then prove it to me!"
"How do you prove it?" Fang Qiao was a little confused.
"What do you think?" Cheng Baidong gently stroked her slender waist, hinting.
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