"If she fails the exam, I can help her find an easy, high-paying job in the city," said Fu Yingnian.
"Why do I need you? What am I for?" Fu Shengtang glanced at her brother, thinking he was meddling in other people's business.
Fu Yingnian smiled and changed the subject: "When do you plan to go home?"
"I'll go back when my second aunt leaves." Fu Shengtang said without even raising his eyes.
Her second aunt would come to ask for money every Chinese New Year and other festivals, and would stay for at least half a month.
It would be fine if he just lived in someone else's house, but he had no sense of propriety and thought himself the master of the house, ordering people around and even bullying her.
She just relies on the fact that her parents are good-tempered.
Fu Shengtang couldn't stand it, so he had a quarrel with his second aunt in public, made her too embarrassed to face anyone, and then turned around and went to the countryside.
Her parents realized the seriousness of the matter and had already thought about asking her second aunt to leave.
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Yu Huan said he wanted to study hard, but he could never sit still.
At home, I sometimes drink water, sometimes change my posture, and sometimes run on the bed to see. I won’t go into details about these.
At school, after reading for a while, I would unconsciously pick at the small hole on the table. Over time, the small hole became a smaller hole, and the small hole became a bigger hole.
It was big enough to fit a finger through, and then it was patched up with chalk dust, making it neat.
She told the system very successfully that she felt she could do the house-repairing work that Zhao Yang did, seeing how well she had filled the small hole.
I also keep three smooth, watery little stones on my desk, which I touch from time to time. I also planted a sturdy little grass with a bottle cap and talk to it every day. I also fold unused draft paper into tofu blocks and carve little figures on erasers...
At first, the system reminded her, and then Yu Huan pulled her aside to talk about gossip for the whole afternoon, such as girls with ponytails like girls with glasses, and girls with double eyelids and high noses are better.
After a while, the system excitedly reported to Yu Huan that the high-nosed man was secretly talking to the ponytail!
The school bell rang, Yu Huan packed his schoolbag and went home sighing.
Another day of studying, I have worked so hard.
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The male protagonist always goes to town before dawn these days, and vaguely hears people say that he is helping to sell home appliances.
Yu Huan didn’t know much, but she felt that she hadn’t met him recently when going to and from school.
Carrying the big steamed buns stuffed with cabbage and pork that grandma had made herself to the Fu family, Fu Shengtang happened to bring up this matter: "Selling home appliances is quite risky. Not many people try it, but it is indeed profitable. Zhao Yang is a very smart person."
"Didn't you instruct him?" Yu Huan was confused.
"Ah?" Fu Shengtang followed her in confusion, "When did this happen? How come I don't know about it?"
The system is about to collapse again.
"Didn't you say..." Yu Huan asked the system.
"Let me be quiet for a while." The system is about to break.
After Yu Huan left, Fu Yingnian came in, smelling the food. "What's that? It smells so good."
"The buns made by Grandma Yu Huan." It was the first time that Fu Shengtang had seen such a large bun with such a thick filling. He tore a small hole in it and slowly let out the steam.
The bun skin is soft, tough and chewy, and the sweetness of the cabbage is just the right balance to the greasiness of the meat. When you take a bite, it has a unique freshness and fragrance.
It tastes good.
But Fu Yingnian suddenly let out a hiss and exhaled, "It's so hot."
"Guess why I don't eat." Fu Shengtang raised his eyebrows.
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The villagers' tone suddenly changed. Those who had previously disapproved of Zhao Yang recently began to praise him, saying how wise he was and that he looked like someone who could accomplish great things.
When Yu Huan returned home and heard from his grandmother, he learned that Zhao Yang had made a lot of money from this business.
I can only say that he is worthy of being the male lead.
Summer nights are cool.
Yu Huan and Zhang Pingle were washing their faces and feet in the yard, getting ready for bed, when they suddenly started making a fuss and started running around Grandma.
The cheerful laughter passed through the low wall and spread to the next yard.
Zhao Yang came back late today and was having dinner with Old Mrs. Zhao in the yard.
On the table made of thick wooden boards, there was a pot of rice porridge, a cold dish, cabbage buns sent by Grandma Zhang, and a bowl of braised food brought back by Zhao Yang from the town.
Old Mrs. Zhao broke the bun open and handed half to Zhao Yang. She laughed and said, "Huanhuan is a smart and cheerful person."
After a long time, Zhao Yang said "hmm" softly.
Mrs. Zhao thought he was still bothered by the child marriage, so she consoled him:
"I'm just a little girl, loved by my family. I've been spoiled and can't stand hardship. I'm not old enough to understand things, so I'm a bit straightforward. Did that make you unhappy?"
"No." Zhao Yang nodded, "Grandma is right."
"That's right." Old Mrs. Zhao also watched Yu Huan grow up, so she was much more tolerant. "It's no big deal. When you make it big, you can show off in front of Huanhuan."
"You said, hey, you didn't want to marry me at first, but now I'm rich, go and regret it."
The old lady held her hands on her waist and acted very well. She even lowered her voice because she was gossiping behind people's backs, which made her seem even more quirky.
Zhao Yang smiled, and then he looked at the old lady: "When I have money, she will be willing..."
He was not very good at expressing himself verbally and usually did whatever he thought. But today the old lady accidentally hit upon his thoughts.
Mrs. Zhao looked at him for a long time, then laughed: "I thought you didn't want to talk about this, but it turns out you're still thinking about it."
Zhao Yang's face turned red under the old man's teasing gaze, and he said in a low voice: "Then you say..."
The old lady waved her hand and said with a smile, "It's hard to guess what a little girl is thinking. My words don't count. You still have to rely on yourself. Do whatever you want..."
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