Chapter 66: Chatter

When I opened it, I saw that it contained children's clothes, a white shirt with a slanted collar and short sleeves, a pair of khaki polyester trousers, and a complete set of army green shorts.

She had seen similar children's clothing when she was in Shanghai before, but she didn't ask the specific price. Although children's clothes use less fabric, the fabric is not cheap. The two sets of clothes would probably cost about twenty yuan.

I really don't know who will send her children's clothes.

Fortunately, there was a letter attached.

When I opened it, I found out it was a fan letter from Tiedan.

The photo she took of Tiedan was particularly cute, but the little cutie's clothes were frayed and had patches on them, and they looked obviously too short.

In fact, Tiedan's family is pretty good. You can tell from the baby fat on his face that his family didn't expect him to do much work when they brought him to move bricks. They just wanted to play with him, and it was impossible for him to wear clothes while working.

But other people didn’t know that after reading the newspaper, a reader from a well-off family felt sympathy for Tiedan, so he bought two sets of clothes and sent them to Tiedan, asking Xia Zhizhi to convey the message.

Oh, why doesn't anyone think that it's not easy for her to get her two sets of clothes? It's all in vain.

She packed her things and went to Tiedan's house.

No one in the team went to work today. Tiedan's family are all hardworking people and they are doing a big cleaning at home.

When she passed by, there were still a few hanging on the eaves, repairing the roof.

Tiedan and his brothers were not here. They must have gone out to play.

Seeing her coming, Tiedan's grandmother wiped her hands on her apron and came to greet her: "Xia Zhiqing, come and sit for a while. Just sit here. It's cool under the tree."

Then he called his little daughter, "Old girl, serve a bowl of mung bean soup to Xia Zhiqing."

They have a well at home, and the mung bean soup is cooled in it. Not too much sugar is added, so the slightly sweet taste is just right.

Xia Zhizhi gulped down a bowl of rice, declined the invitation for another bowl, and took out the package and handed it to her: "Auntie, this is something a newspaper reader sent to Tiedan."

Tiedan's grandmother unpacked the package and took out a small set of clothes. She lifted it up and looked at it. She asked uncertainly, "This dress, this material, this style is really beautiful. This is the first time I have seen such clothes. Is this sent to our Tiedan?"

"Yes, someone saw that our Tiedan'er was very attractive, so he sent it to me. But since he didn't know your name, he sent it to me and asked me to bring it to you. Here, this is the letter."

Although these times are relatively tough, there must be people who are financially free, otherwise how could there be something called special supply?

For financially independent people, buying a piece of clothing for a cute child is similar to the mentality of buying a sausage from a cute cat or dog on the street.

"This..." Tiedannai was a little bit unbelievable: "Why would someone who is not even a relative give me such a valuable gift? I dare not accept it..."

Although Tiedan's grandmother didn't know the exact price of these two sets of clothes, she was not stupid and knew that they were not cheap after a rough estimate.

If I really wanted to buy these two sets of clothes, it would cost a lot of money. With the bricks I have saved at home, I could build a small house with them.

Their family lived quite well in the village, but they were reluctant to spend so much money on buying clothes for their children. They just wore the leftovers from the older ones after the younger ones wore them. A piece of clothing would be new for three years, old for three years, and then sewn and patched for another three years.

"What can I do if you don't want to accept it? I can't just send it back to him. He likes Tiedan and bought it especially for him. It's a token of his love after all."

Xia Zhizhi understood this mentality very well, and she passed the letter over: "When your child comes back, let him read it to you. Then let Tiedan wear this clothes. I will take a photo of him and send it back to him, which can be regarded as a token of gratitude for his kindness."

"Then I'll talk to my husband about it." Tiedan Nai put the package away, still feeling a little uneasy. Isn't this the legendary pie in the sky?

Xia Zhizhi stood up to say goodbye, but Tiedannai invited her to stay for dinner.

How could one just go to someone else's house for a meal these days? Besides, they had bought meat today, so she had to go back and eat.

I could smell the fragrant meat before I even arrived at the educated youth site.

She ran to the kitchen, pushed the door open, and asked, "Sister Xiurong, what are you doing?"

Jiang Xiurong was putting fermented bean curd into the pot. Without turning around, he replied, "I'm making braised pork. I'm afraid you guys are not used to something too sweet, so I didn't put too much sugar in it."

"Why do we need to add fermented bean curd, Sister Xiurong?" She ran to Jiang Xiurong and poked her head into the pot.

"It tastes better with this." Jiang Xiurong turned the dish over with a spatula, then poked a hole in the cooked egg and threw it in to stew.

Xia Zhizhi asked: "Sister Xiurong, why do you need to pierce the eggs?"

"To make it more flavorful." Jiang Xiurong was overwhelmed by her question and pointed in the direction of Han Youran: "Go and see how your sister Youran is mixing the noodles."

"Sister Youran, what are you doing kneading the dough?" Xia Zhizhi ran to Han Youran and peeked in.

Han Youran sighed: "I won't be cooking rice today, so I'll just eat this as my staple food."

"Is this a steamed bun, Sister Youran?"

"Sister Youran, why do these noodles look a little watery?"

"Do you want some dough, sister?"

"This is not steamed bread, it's a cake. The dough for cakes needs to be thinner and leavened..."

"Stick it to the edge of the pot. Will it fall off? Sister Youran?"

Han Youran...

This Jiang Zhiqing has also turned bad.

It is better to die than to die a poor Taoist.

Han Youran was very annoyed by her constant calling her "Sister Youran". She experienced the pain of raising a child before she even became a mother. It was truly a painless motherhood.

I just felt my head was buzzing, so I found an excuse to get her out of the way: "I'm going to need some green onions later, go pick some from the field."

“Okay!” She turned around and walked out of the kitchen. Just then she saw Cui Zijin coming back from fetching water. She immediately handed over the task to him: “Comrade Cui, Sister Youran asked you to pick some green onions. We need big ones!”

Wang Lizhen was a little unhappy: "Han Youran clearly called you to go!"

"You heard me wrong. I'm so weak and cute, how could Sister Youran be willing to let me do anything? She just called Cui Zijin and asked me to pass on the message!" Xia Zhizhi vowed.

Her expression was so sincere that Wang Lizhen was not sure if she had heard it wrongly.

Han Youran...she also wondered if she had said something wrong?

Cui Zijin poured the water into the jar and quietly went to the field to pick green onions.

Tang Mingli lowered his head and used a fire tongs to pick the stove to prevent Xia Zhizhi from discovering him out of boredom.

After she called Cui Zijin, she did not go back to the kitchen, but turned around and went back to her own little room.

Jiang Xiurong and Han Youran looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.

Han Youran had reason to suspect that, judging from Xia Zhizhi's food, clothing and other expenses, she must be very pampered at home. She had to take medicine all the time because of her poor health, but her family still agreed to let her come to the countryside. A big reason for this was because she was such a nagging person and very annoying.

To be honest, Han Youran would rather weed the fields than listen to her chattering in his ear.

Perhaps her parents sent her to the countryside with the idea of ​​turning a deaf ear to her and letting her feel relieved...

Han Youran couldn't help thinking, this guy is only fifteen or sixteen years old now, but he is so talkative. When he gets older, he will become even more talkative.

I guess this is what Tang Monk's reincarnation is like, right?