Reborn in 1979, with a female educated youth lying next to me.

Cao Xiangyang was all too familiar with the expression on Cao Zhongsheng's face.

In the past, Cao Zhongsheng would always show this kind of smile when there was something good happening in the family.

However, it seems like a dead end right now.

Where would there be any joyous occasions?

Cao Xiangyang looked at Cao Zhongsheng with a face full of doubt.

Cao Zhongsheng's smile widened.

"Dad, stop beating around the bush with me. If you don't want me to be a good-for-nothing, just tell me what's going on."

Seeing that his son was really anxious, Cao Zhongsheng finally spoke.

"Isn't Guo Xiaoyan going to university? Let's go too."

After saying this casually, Cao Zhongsheng sat down on the sofa.

Cao Xiangyang almost jumped up!

"Dad, are you serious? I... I didn't get into university, but I can still go?"

"Don't lie to me, someone like me probably won't be able to go to university!"

"I heard they've been cracking down really hard lately. If anyone is found cheating or using someone else's information to get into university, they'll be expelled!"

"Dad, what exactly do you mean? Tell me right now!"

"You're not thinking of expanding your business to other places, are you?"

Cao Xiangyang was like a man possessed; once he started asking questions, he couldn't stop.

Faced with a barrage of questions, Cao Zhongsheng didn't know which one to answer first.

"He's about to go to university, yet he's still so impetuous, lacking the composure of an intellectual."

Even from just a few words, Cao Xiangyang understood the meaning behind them!

People who go to university?

Yourself?

Good heavens, no wonder Dad has been leaving early and coming home late these past few days.

Unexpectedly, he was busy with his own college preparations!

Thinking about the recent policies, Cao Xiangyang looked at Cao Zhongsheng again.

His face, which had been filled with excitement just moments before, suddenly turned worried.

"Dad, how far have you gotten in this? We can't let this get out, or we'll all be finished!"

Cao Xiangyang cautiously approached Cao Zhongsheng.

I didn't dare to express my anger.

Cao Zhongsheng did not answer Cao Xiangyang's question, but pointed to the briefcase on the coffee table.

"Open it and see what's inside?"

"What else could be in the bag? Money, cigarettes, and matches!"

Cao Xiangyang was also very familiar with the bag that Cao Zhongsheng often carried.

Despite this, Cao Xiangyang opened his briefcase as he spoke.

The briefcase in his hand had several layers.

Just like he said earlier, Cao Xiangyang saw filtered cigarettes and matches on one of the floors.

It can be on another layer.

Cao Xiangyang saw it—a huge stack of... money!

"Dad, how come you have so much money?"

"How can those kids do the millstone work without money? If we don't give them some benefits, how can you go to university?"

Cao Xiangyang gasped in shock.

They quickly understood what was going on.

Money makes the world go round—that saying is so true!

As Cao Xiangyang slowly closed his briefcase, his words gained confidence.

"Dad, as long as I can go to university, Guo Xiaoyan definitely won't run away!"

"Since you've already spent all your money, if you still can't, just send some more and get me and Guo Xiaoyan to the same place."

Cao Xiangyang didn't say the rest.

At worst, I'll just force myself on her later.

Once the deed is done, let's see who Guo Xiaoyan marries!

A smile crept across Cao Xiangyang's lips, and his face contorted into a ferocious expression.

No reason.

Cao Zhongsheng felt a chill run down his spine.

It was as if she could see clearly what her son was thinking.

It's already quite remarkable that Cao Xiangyang has recovered to his current state.

Anyway.

The Cao family line cannot be allowed to die out.

To have children, you first need a wife.

Seeing that Cao Xiangyang had stood up again, Cao Zhongsheng gestured for him to sit down.

"Haste makes waste. Things need to be done slowly. Don't publicize this matter. Let's talk about it when we have a result."

"I know, I won't say anything."

……

I haven't seen Sister Chunlan for several days.

A better premonition also rose in Liu Jia's heart.

Taking advantage of a lull in his schedule that day, Liu Jia went to find Zhou Caixia.

"Has Sister Chunlan not come for several days?"

"It's been a few days, hasn't it? They said Sister Chunlan isn't feeling well. Do you want me to show you her attendance record?"

Zhou Caixia didn't know what Liu Jia was up to, so she instinctively tried to take out the attendance sheet.

Liu Jia shook his head.

"No need, I just wanted to ask. I'm worried that Chunlan might not understand what's going on with this college entrance exam."

Zhou Caixia pouted.

"What can you do if you can't figure it out? So many people failed the exam, it's not like his son is the only one."

"Didn't you go through the same thing when you didn't receive your university acceptance letter?"

Liu Jia raised an eyebrow.

"How can that be the same? I felt like I hadn't gotten into university on the first day, but the university acceptance letter came the next day."

"No matter what, the sense of loss only lasted for one day."

“Sister Chunlan is different. I’m afraid they really won’t understand.”

Zhou Caixia put the basket in her hand aside and then picked up another one to check.

But his mouth didn't stop.

"Everyone has their own destiny. Unless you come to terms with it yourself, no one else can help you."

Liu Jia felt that Zhou Caixia's words made sense.

That's really how it is.

As the old saying goes, a mental illness requires a mental cure.

If you can't get over your own mental hurdle, no amount of advice from others will help.

Me. But both Zhao Panlai and Aunt Chunlan are henpecked. However, Aunt Chunlan and Zhao Panlai have similar tempers, both are typically single-minded.

This mother and daughter are evenly matched.

Liu Jia thought that he would have to go to Zhao Panlai's house when he had time.

Aunt Chunlan has never made any mistakes while working here, and she is a reliable person.

I hadn't heard that she was feeling unwell, but now that I know, I can't just ignore it.

I definitely need to go and take a look.

As for Zhao Panlai, Liu Jia was thinking about what method to use to cheer him up.

……

I went home in the afternoon.

Zhang Guilan refused to let Liu Jia go to the kitchen to help, so Liu Jia had no choice but to pick vegetables under the big tree.

Not long after, Liu Jianye returned.

Seeing that Liu Jianye was about to lose his grip on the things in his hands, Liu Jia quickly stood up to help.

"Brother, what are you doing? Why are you buying so much stuff?"

"Didn't Dad say that we're having a family dinner in a couple of days? We need to prepare more things so that people won't laugh at us?"

As Liu Jianye spoke, he handed the white sugar in his hand to Liu Jia.

"Put this inside first."

Then, after taking the salt, he went into the house, and came out a little while later to take the rice that was next to his feet.

Liu Jia had a general idea of ​​how much income the family had and how much they spent.

When we host a dinner party later, we'll need to buy meat, and after deducting the cost of vegetables, my parents probably won't have much money left.

They didn't ask me for money because they were afraid I'd be in financial trouble.

But we can't use all our savings.

"Dad, how big of a show are you planning for this dinner? Why make it so grand?"

Liu Yutian had just come out of the house.

Liu Jia couldn't wait to ask a question.

Liu Yutian couldn't stop smiling.

"You got into university, and the whole village knows about it. If I'm still stingy, people will talk about our family behind our backs."

"Then tell me, I still have money here..."

Before Liu Jia could finish speaking, Liu Yutian waved his hand.

"Our son got into university, which makes us parents proud. We're treating everyone to a meal, so how could we let you pay?"

In Liu Yutian's eyes, Liu Jia is still a child.

The thoughts in my mind are the same old ideas from before.

Liu Jia felt a pang of sadness.

Pity the parents of the world.

I'm already in my twenties, and it's really not right for my parents to still worry about me all the time.

"Don't worry about the rest of the meat and eggs. I'll bring them back with me when I drive the tractor tomorrow, so my brother won't have to go through all that trouble."

Seeing Liu Jianye sweating profusely from exhaustion, Liu Jia felt a little guilty.

Although they are brothers, Liu Jia felt guilty because Liu Jianye had to take care of Cui Hongmei in the hospital and run around for his own affairs.

Liu Yutian thought of Liu Jia's tractor, and since he was going to the city again tomorrow, he thought about it and nodded.

The tractor's bed is spacious and can hold a lot of things.

Even if the truck is loaded with goods, it carries more than a bicycle.

"I'll give you the money in a bit."

Liu Jia was speechless.

The reason I said that was to prevent Liu Yutian and the others from paying.

Unexpectedly, Liu Yutian's first thought was still about money.

"Don't give it to me. We're family, there's no need to distinguish between yours and mine. We don't need to be so particular."

After Liu Jia finished speaking, he picked up the rice from the ground and walked into the south room.

Before Liu Yutian could say anything more, Liu Jia had already gone inside.

When the topic of buying eggs came up, Zhang Guilan opened her mouth, but finally frowned and spoke.

"How about we buy a smaller amount first?"

“We had enough eggs at home, and these chickens were very efficient. But when Big Hammer got married, he sent some over, and I kept some for myself. I wanted to go see your Aunt Chunlan.”

"The remaining amount is definitely not enough to entertain guests."

Liu Jia put the rice away.

"Okay, Mother, I understand."

"By the way, what exactly is the illness that Aunt Chunlan has?"

"Today I heard from Caixia that someone said she is not feeling well. Is it a real illness?"

In rural areas, illnesses are mostly divided into two categories: mental illnesses and physical illnesses.

Mental illness is an illness of the mind, belonging to the category of emotions.

Real illnesses, on the other hand, are illnesses that actually occur, such as fever, colds, and injuries from falls and blows.

Hearing Liu Jia ask this question, Zhang Guilan sighed and put down the spatula in her hand.

"What's wrong? You're just getting anxious and stressed."

“Zhao Panlai studied for so long, but failed to get into university. Now he doesn’t even leave the house. How can your Aunt Chunlan not be worried?”

"This morning I heard someone say that they couldn't even eat."

Liu Jia was taken aback.

"Is it that serious? This can't go on. Aunt Chunlan is already thin. She can manage if she doesn't eat for a meal or two, but if it goes on for too long, something bad will definitely happen."

Zhang Guilan looked at Liu Jia helplessly.

"What can we do? My son is useless, and I'm petty. Everything is piling up at once."

"I do have an idea, but we need Panlai's approval."

Just as Zhang Guilan was about to ask what the idea was, a loud voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"Brother Liu, are you busy? Have you eaten yet? I can smell the delicious aroma coming from your house from far away."

Hear this sound.

Liu Jia and Liu Jianye exchanged a glance.

Zhang Guilan stared wide-eyed.

"Did I hear that right? It sounds like Zhang Cuihua's voice outside?"

"Isn't that Zhang the Big Mouth? What brings her here?"

Liu Jia's face darkened, and his tone instantly turned sour.

Liu Jianye acted impulsively, turning around and grabbing a shovel handle.

"If they come looking for trouble, I'll make sure they don't leave this house!"

Last time Big Hammer fought with his older brother, although Big Hammer was beaten black and blue, the family was still seething with anger.

Even if you beat someone's face with a sledgehammer until it's covered in blood, they still won't be able to say anything if you're falsely accused!

And here they are again.

Is it really possible to have skin thicker than a city wall?