Became a poor little boy abandoned by his educated youth mother?

Zhao Shufen was also secretly observing her youngest daughter and discovered this situation.

I mutter to my man before going to bed at night.

Zhao Shufen said, "Do you think this girl Yan is really blessed?"

"What era is this? How can there be such a thing as blessing or unbearable luck?

You bitch, please stop talking nonsense. If it gets out, nothing will happen to Yan girl.” An Qingguo felt that this bitch was just thinking nonsense every day.

Zhao Shufen pinched the man's arm and said unhappily, "I'm just telling you."

Then she continued, "Grandma asked Dongmei to play with Yan more often. Maybe she would get better. Haven't you noticed that Dongmei looks much better recently?"

An Qingping still felt that this was nonsense, and said calmly: "It must be that the food is better during the New Year, so my health will naturally be better."

Zhao Shufen rolled her eyes at him. This guy is really stubborn.

“It’s not like I haven’t eaten these things before, is there any effect?

This year is obviously different, it must be caused by Yan. Maybe our Dongmei will be able to be like a normal girl in the future."

Her tone was filled with a mother's heartache and expectation for her child.

After hearing this, An Qingguo stopped arguing and silently patted his wife's back.

"Dongmei will definitely be fine."

The next day, An Qingguo took a few special glances at his little girl's complexion, and it was indeed much better than before.

He asked with concern: "Dongmei, how are you feeling recently? Are you feeling unwell?"

When An Dongmei mentioned this, she said in a cheerful tone, "Dad, I feel much better than last year. I don't breathe too hard or my heart rate doesn't increase with every passing moment."

An Qingguo was very happy to hear this and kept saying good things. No matter what the reason was, it was a good thing as long as his health got better.

If An Xueyan knew, she would say that she didn't do anything and that the water in the house was all exchanged in her space.

An Dongmei usually drinks two bottles of enamel wine every day. Her body is a little weak, so the effect is more obvious.

You see, her grandparents and aunt don’t feel anything, but her aunt’s skin has improved a little. An Qingyu herself has been applying vanishing cream recently, and she thinks it is the effect of this, and is thinking of buying another box.

Another weekend, An Qingping took the three of them to the county town early in the morning.

I went straight to the movies. This time I watched Tunnel Warfare, which was still very exciting.

Then we had dinner, went shopping in the department store, and visited the park here.

There were children playing and fighting on the ice, and couples dating here, it looked quite lively.

They played here for a while and then went to the scrap yard they had been longing for.

"Yan Yan, are you here to look for a book?" An Qingyu asked.

An Xueyan nodded and said, "Yeah, I've finished reading all the books at home. Didn't you say there are some used books here that are cheap? I wanted to come and take a look."

"Then let's buy more today." An Honglei wanted to move everything back as soon as he heard it.

The gatekeeper of the scrap yard is an old man who looks very sarcastic and mean. He looks at everyone with squinted eyes. His whole body sends out the message that you are a bunch of country bumpkins and poor people who come here to pick up junk.

In any case, An Xueyan didn't realize that he had the potential to be the invisible boss described in the novel.

Just an ordinary powerful old man.

An Qingping was responsible for negotiating and handed the old man a cigarette. The old man pointed to a bunch of things at random and told them to find them themselves.

I also told them not to mess things up. Please, is there anything here that is neatly arranged?

An Xueyan: This old man is so shameless!

Books and newspapers were in one pile, wood in another, iron in another, and there was another pile of miscellaneous items.

They went straight to the pile of books, and An Honglei was specifically looking for picture books.

An Qingyu also concentrated on picking out some that he thought were useful.

An Xueyan chose a corner that none of them paid much attention to.

I pretended to rummage through the newspaper, but I found something useful: a set of high school textbooks.

Just put it aside and put the prepared private goods in it.

Take a look at it again. There is an introduction to medicinal materials in the [Compendium of Materia Medica]. You can also take it home and have a look.

Now that the weather is warmer, I have the opportunity to go up the mountain to look for good medicinal herbs. This is also a way to make money.

Her eyes then glanced at the pile of wood next to her. Doesn’t the heroine in the novel always find bargains here? She might as well take a look!

But after searching around, she didn't see any treasures, just a pile of worthless pieces of wood.

There was not a single scrap of fine wood such as red sandalwood, golden nanmu and huanghuali.

There is indeed a gap between novels and reality.

"Do you want some wood?" An Qingping saw his daughter wandering around in the woodpile, thinking that she had taken a fancy to some wood.

He said with a disdainful tone: "These woods are not very good. We have wood at home. Just ask your grandfather to make whatever you want."

An Xueyan shook her head and said, "I don't want it. I'm just curious about what to do with these woods."

"There's a factory that comes and takes it away and disposes of it as fuel."

"Oh, this must be good to burn."

"Yan Yan, have you finished looking for the stones?" An Qingyu's voice came.

"I've found it."

"That's all, come back next time after you finish reading it."

Put all the books you want to buy together and have them weighed by the old man at the door.

The old man half-closed his eyes and quoted the price in a contemptuous tone: "The newspaper is 5 cents, and these books are 1 dollar."

"Sorry to bother you, old man. This is 1 yuan. Please keep it." An Qingping paid the money politely.

Seeing that they paid readily, the old man nodded arrogantly without saying anything.

An Qingping carried the pile of books he had bought and took the three people out of the scrap yard.

Seeing the old man's attitude, the three people behind him remained silent.

This is the case with everyone who has some ability in the city these days.

The old man probably thought that those who came to the scrap yard were from the countryside or the city who were having a hard time, so he had no scruples about offending them.

After coming out, An Honglei said angrily: "How can this person have such an attitude? He looks down on others with his dog eyes."

An Qingyu said calmly, "Nowadays, city people look down on country people, and those with connections look down on ordinary people. This is the case everywhere."

An Xueyan didn't expect her aunt to express such insights, and she couldn't help but look at her twice.

Seeing the look in her niece's eyes, An Qingyu tugged at her little sister and said, "What are you looking at? You little girl, you don't understand."

An Xueyan said with a smile: "I just think what you said makes a lot of sense."

An Honglei, an angry young man who has not yet experienced the harshness of society, said excitedly: "We are all the same. Why do they look down on country people? We are poor peasants with a good family background. We are glorious."

An Qingping carried two large piles of things and said to them gently, "Not everyone is like this. This has to do with a person's character. You can't generalize.

Whether they're working in the city or farming in the countryside, there are good people and bad people. So when you interact with others in the future, you should pay more attention and observe them. Don't blindly trust others just because of their status."