Recently, there have been a lot of people gathering firewood in the mountains, so they have to go further in.
"Be careful, there might be hunters setting traps here."
Guan Lian hadn't gone out since she arrived, so Song Qing and the other woman showed her how to get to the city.
"There are several large factories in the city that have everything. If you can't buy it at the supply and marketing station here, you can take a bus into the city."
"By the way, which school in the city is better? My eldest son might be coming here to study in a while."
There are preschool classes and primary schools in the family compound, which can also be attended by the children of other textile factory employees. Hearing Guan Lian say this, everyone assumed that her son was in junior high school.
“I’m not familiar with the junior high schools in the city. I’ll ask the other people in the factory for you tomorrow; they’re all locals.”
Guan Lian smiled sheepishly, "It wasn't junior high, it was high school."
"high school?"
Song Qing and Zhao Qin exchanged a glance, neither of them expecting Guan Lian's son to be so old. After all, although she was older than them, she was only 35 years old.
"I got married early and had a child early too. I had him when I was 19, and he's 16 now."
After Guan Lian divorced her husband, her eldest son entered his rebellious phase, and he probably blamed her for divorcing his father.
She doesn't want to go to school now, so she brought her youngest son here to settle down. She couldn't just let him continue like this in her hometown, where no one would take care of him.
“He doesn’t have a job now. If he doesn’t continue his studies, he’ll have to go to the countryside. I can’t bear to let him go to the countryside at such a young age.”
Although starting school can only be delayed by a few years.
“It’s really tough for kids in their teens to go to the countryside. They don’t know anything, and they’ve never done farm work before.”
The policies are getting stricter and stricter now; if you don't have a job, you can't escape the fate of being sent to the countryside.
Guan Lian also had a selfish reason: she hoped that the factories here would have more job openings, and she wanted her son to stay here.
Guan Lian felt guilty for letting her son down, so she naturally wanted to do everything she could to give him a better future. Her son used to have excellent grades, but they have dropped in the last two years because of family issues.
"The best high school in the city should be No. 1 High School. It would be convenient if I knew someone there."
Guan Lian sighed. She had just arrived and didn't know anyone there, but since she knew which school was the best, she would try to find a way for her child.
"Sister Guan, if you don't have enough things at home, you can exchange them in the nearby villages. The villagers here are all very kind."
The textile factory had only been established for a short time and didn't offer any extra benefits.
If she were to rely solely on her salary, it would be difficult to support two boys.
"good"
Wearing gloves, Song Qing wielded a machete in one hand and a tree branch in the other, chopping away quickly. Soon, a pile of branches had accumulated in front of her.
Seeing that Guan Lian was not very skilled, she finished her own pile and went to help her. Guan Lian smiled gratefully at her.
Suddenly, a dark shadow darted out of the bushes beside them. Guan Lian was startled, thinking it was some kind of wild animal. However, Song Qing and Zhao Qin were both familiar with the sounds in the forest.
The commotion of this size could only be caused by very small animals, such as pheasants and various wild birds.
All three of them stopped what they were doing and Song Qing slowly walked over, carrying a wood-chopping knife.
A plump pheasant was craning its neck to watch them from a distance, seemingly unafraid, perhaps because it perceived them as no threat.
Song Qing had seen Liu Jiandong catch pheasants. He would pick up a stone and slowly approach, then hit the pheasants on the feet with the stone, injuring them, before running away immediately.
She followed suit and picked up a stone from the ground. But before long, the pheasant glanced at her a few times, flew up into the bushes right in front of her, and disappeared.
Song Qing: "..."
Zhao Qin and Guan Lian couldn't help but laugh, and Song Qing also looked helpless, which was why it had deliberately stood there to see her make a fool of herself.
"The wild animals in the mountains have all become spirits."
Song Qing shook his head, picked up his wood-chopping knife, and walked back.
"They won't be able to escape during the winter hunt."
When they returned, the back of the cart was tied with firewood.
It was getting dark, and the three of them were chatting and laughing when they suddenly saw a small figure peeking out from the entrance of the textile factory.
"Junsheng?"
Guan Lian called out, and the figure immediately ran over.
He looked only eight or nine years old, and his face was full of anxiety.
"Mom, where have you been?"
“I went to the mountains with the two aunts to collect some firewood, and Junsheng came to call for help.”
"Hello, Auntie"
"Hello"
The two of them pushed the cart to the textile factory dormitory to unload Guan Lian's firewood, and then rode their bikes home together to the family compound.
"Mother"
The three children were standing at the door. When they saw them come back, they shouted loudly, and the shouts of the three children made a commotion that could be heard by several people.
Song Qing and Zhao Qin exchanged a helpless glance. Their child was calling for their mother every day, and they were getting tired of it.
Especially Zhao Qin, whose two children are the same age, will call out to the other child whenever one of them does so, even if there's nothing wrong.
"Mom, why are you so late coming home today?"
Wow, you're amazing! You've collected so much firewood.
"Mom, did you see anything on the mountain?"
Lu Yang came out of the house, first carrying the firewood inside and placing it on the woodpile, then came out and carried his noisy daughter back inside.
Didn't you see her mother's face was about to crumble?
Lu Ronghui didn't go to collect firewood; she went home and cooked dinner. Song Qing washed her hands, and the family sat down at the table.
The firewood in the kitchen had just gone out, and it was still warm and cozy.
The kitten stood up from the stove and stretched, its belly almost reaching its feet.
Why is the kitten getting fatter and fatter?
An'an disliked hearing people say she was short or that the kitten was fat. She reached out to pick up the kitten and put it on the ground. "He's not fat. Uncle said that animals in the mountains need to be fat to survive the winter."
She kept saying she wasn't fat, while gritting her teeth as she picked up the kitten and put it on the ground.
"I went up the mountain to collect firewood today and found a pheasant."
"pheasant?"
An'an's eyes lit up immediately; pheasant meant meat.
"Where's the chicken?" she asked, glancing around as she did so.
Lu Yang chuckled and moved her stool further inside, thinking that if he caught her, he would definitely bring her back.
"I couldn't catch it. It deliberately stood there waiting for me to come and catch it, but as soon as I picked up the stone, it ran away."
"Oh? Then next time, Mom, can I go up the mountain with you? I'll catch it."
Lu Yang scooped a spoonful of steamed egg into her bowl, "You can do it, you can do everything."
"I watched my uncle catch it a few times, and then I learned how to do it."
"Okay, then next time Mom goes up the mountain, she'll definitely take you with her. Hurry up and eat, the bathhouse is open today, our whole family is going to take a bath."
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