The eldest daughter of a peasant family: They are all my sisters’ passers-by

Lan Qingyu nodded, looked around, and talked for a long time. Now he had time to take a good look at the yard. It seemed to be more magnificent than the old Lan family's.

The layout was very elegant, especially the glass on the window, which made him smack his lips.

Lan Qingyu stood up, walked to the window, stretched out a finger and touched it carefully, with a look of surprise on her face.

"This is colorless glass. It's really a good thing. Where did you get it?"

"Wangshu is now capable and doing business outside. His life is much better now."

Zhang Cuicui smiled at his childish appearance and shook her head.

"Doing business? How can a woman like her show her face in public?"

"Why not?"

The girl came in wearing a coat and opened the door curtain. She had been sleeping soundly, but the kitchen was very close to her room and she could hear everything.

Since she couldn't sleep, she got up from the bed, changed her clothes, and went to catch up with this uncle she wasn't very familiar with.

"you are?"

Lan Qingyu had no impression of the woman in front of him, and did not dare to offend her too much. After all, this was not his home.

"Uncle, long time no see."

Lan Qingyu looked at the man with calm eyebrows and outstanding temperament, his mind full of thoughts. He thought a lot, and in the end he could only tremble his lips twice.

"Wangshu."

"It's me, uncle."

"Okay, okay!"

Lan Qingyu looked at her several times. The more he looked, the more excited and satisfied he became. He felt like a daughter in the family had grown up.

"Seeing you grow up like this, I am really happy for you. Your father will also be happy if he knows about this."

Lan Wangshu glanced at him calmly. His expression didn't seem fake; he was truly happy. He remembered that the village chief had mentioned that even if Lan Qingyu didn't return to Cangnan Village, he would find a way to let the village chief take care of them. He looked at Lan Qingyu with a favorable eye.

After all, he is Lan Xu's biological son, which is more or less a little uncomfortable for Lan Wangshu.

"Uncle, please sit down first and drink some hot water. It will warm you up in this cold weather."

Lan Wangshu pushed the hot tea in front of him. Lan Qingyu took it with a smile and took a sip. The water actually had a rich tea aroma, a delicate taste and a slightly sweet aftertaste.

He picked up the cup and looked at the tea with a look of surprise.

"Are you leaving again when my uncle comes back this time?"

"Of course you have to go. Now that this family has broken up, there's no one to take care of you. You'll have to get married someday, so I'll save up some dowry for you while I can still make money."

Lan Qingyu's appearance does not indicate a smart one. Even though he has studied for many years, he still has an honest and simple look that belongs to the countryside.

There were calluses on his hands, which seemed to be caused by writing too much. The young man took out a purse from his waist and poured out all the silver. He kept the copper coins for himself and gave the rest of the silver coins, big and small, to Lan Wangshu.

The girl frowned, pursed her lips, and stared at the silver.

"Wangshu, this silver is not much, you should keep it first. The boys will grow up to eat more, don't starve yourself, and women should not go out to do business, it's not safe. My uncle now has two jobs in the provincial capital, three or five taels of silver a month is not a problem, and if you save for two more years, you can get married decently."

Lan Wangshu sighed and looked at the young man in front of him who looked to be in his twenties. Some of Lan Xu's shadow could still be vaguely seen on his face.

Really, how could such a good person be the son of Lan Xu? It seems that the bad habits are in that neighbor, Old Wang. The genes of their Lan family are still good.

Seeing her put away the silver pieces one by one, Lan Qingyu felt relieved. She quickly opened the pastry next to her and pushed it to her in a flattering manner.

"Wangshu, try it. This is sold very well in the provincial capital. Everyone says it's delicious."

Lan Wangshu hesitated for a moment, but still reached out and picked up a square piece of pastry. He took a bite and it had a bean aroma, a hint of sweetness, and was a little dry.

She took one bite and put it down. The mung bean cake was indeed a bit too dry.

"You don't like it? Then I'll buy you something else next time when I come back. I'll make sure to keep our Wangshu beautiful."

Lan Qingyu looked at the somewhat cold and distant Lan Wangshu, who was really like his elder brother. However, he only knew that Lan Qingshan was a very good person to him. He had a sharp tongue but a soft heart. He had been very good to him since he was a child and even gave him the place in school, even though Lan Qingshan already knew a lot of words.

The more he thought about it, the sadder he felt. Looking at Lan Wangshu's face was like looking at someone else.

"Uncle, don't be too sad. Maybe one day my father will come back."

Lan Wangshu didn't care. Her father was a worry at all and was as cunning as a monkey. Survival shouldn't be a problem. They would meet again if they were destined to.

"Yes, I will be back."

Lan Qingyu thought she was young and didn't know anything. People in the village took pity on her and didn't tell her the truth. It was fine this way, as long as she grew up happily. He would raise her as his eldest brother's child.

Lan Wangshu knew what Lan Qingyu was thinking without even blinking, and he was too lazy to say anything more, so he just let him be.

"By the way, Wangshu, do you have any news about your grandma?"