80s small fortune bag

Chapter 306 Qian Jingmo's Birthday
"Father, when will you and Aunt Su come back?"

Jiang Yu sat on the bed in Jiang Niach's bedroom, shaking his legs boredly watching him pack his luggage.

Jiang Niqiu took out the shirts and Chinese tunic suits that were kept deep in the closet. She didn't usually wear them, and the only time she wore them was at the county commendation meeting. Go to the bottom of the trunk.

Tomorrow, he, Su Ye, and several staff members of the fruit company will board the train and take the fruits grown by themselves to Huacheng to participate in the commodity export/trade fair.

The fair will be held for three days, with thousands of booths covering a wide variety of commodities.

Jiang Niqiu didn't know this at first, but Su Ye told him, and then they submitted an application to the county, and then approved the application layer by layer to reach the booth, accompanied by workers and leaders of a bamboo weaving factory in the county.

Whether it is a bamboo weaving factory or a ginger loach fruit factory, no matter how much it is, as long as it can bring some foreign exchange income to the county, even if it is only a few orders, the whole county will not be busy this time.

"It will probably take a little more than a week." Huacheng is far away from them, and it will take two days and one night by train.

"It's been so long, then I won't go home next week." Anyway, no one went home.

Jiang Yu yawned and felt a little sleepy as Jiang Niach finished packing up.

Jiang Niqiu opened his hand towards her, "Come here, daughter, hug dad." He wants to take advantage of his own daughter's good luck, if their fruit can be liked by foreigners, he can earn money from foreigners. A matter of face.

Many things in the countryside have other names, like matches, they also call them foreign fires, which means matches made by foreigners. It’s just such a small gadget. In the past, no one knew how to make them, so they could only buy them from foreigners. I don’t know. How much money was made by them for nothing.

He, Jiang Niqiu, couldn't say that he could earn all the money back, but it was better than sending money into other people's pockets.

Jiang Yu jumped out of bed and gave Jiang Niqiu a hug.

"Then I wish Dad a successful start this time, earn a lot of money, and let those foreigners spend ten times or a hundred times the money to compete for our family's things!"

Ginger Loach laughed dumbfounded, ten times a hundred times?But what they sell are not high-tech products, just a few fruits, even if they are a little sweeter, foreigners are not so stupid, right?

Because the fruit is not easy to transport and the weight is relatively heavy, Jiang Niach and the others only brought five catties of each kind—ten catties as samples, and the people from the bamboo weaving factory brought more, all from the same county. When we got to Huacheng, people from all over the world could be regarded as fellow villagers, and they also helped each other on the train.

There are too many people on the train, and the handicrafts similar to bamboo baskets take up space, so they can only sit together.

"Su Ye, let's change places, you sit inside." Jiang Nixiu stood up and motioned her to sit by the window.

Su Ye smiled and moved inside, with the window on the left and Jiang Niqiu on the right, so as to prevent her from being rubbed by other people passing by.

On the day Jiang Niqiu and others got on the train, Jiang Yu also went back to school.

She originally wanted to skip more grades so that she could pass the college entrance examination sooner, but she realized that it was too late when she needed to be proactive. The older she was, the more knowledge she learned, and the harder it was to skip grades.

In order to avoid failing to keep up with the final grades and not being admitted to Huatian University at all, Jiang Yu had no choice but to give up skipping grades and study high school knowledge in a down-to-earth manner.

Jiang Yu thought that after entering high school, she would see Zhu Meiling more often in school, and even become her serious student.

However, the proportion of English in the college entrance examination is increasing, and the school has seized this treasure, so of course it must put her in the most critical position.

In other words, Zhu Meiling only teaches the graduating class of the third year of high school.

And because the senior high school teacher is very busy, and she has her own child to take care of, counting... the last time Jiang Yu saw her was a month ago, and as for visiting Shen Zhou's house, it will be postponed until the Chinese New Year. .

"Sister Xiaoyu, the day after tomorrow is my birthday, go to my house for dinner tonight, and I will ask Dad to take you back after dinner."

At noon, Qian Jingmo deliberately ran to the school to talk to her about it.

Speaking of this, Qian Jingmo was very sad. He had only been classmates with Sister Xiaoyu for a year, and Jiang Yu had already entered high school. If she wanted to meet her, she would have to ride a bicycle for an extra 10 minutes .

It's so hard, it's so hard!
"Okay, I'll definitely go." She hasn't seen Grandpa Qian and Grandma Qian for a while, or else she will take a leave of absence from the dorm aunt tonight, and go home to get some home-made fruits and eggs, live chickens... forget it, Let's give it away next time, she can't bring the chicken to the dormitory.

In addition, I have to buy a gift for Qian Jingmo, what should I buy?
That night, Qian Jingmo rode a bicycle to find Jiang Yu.

He used to be envious of the way Huo An was riding a bicycle, and Jiang Yu hugging his waist, hehehehe, that annoying kid is finally gone, and he can let sister Xiaoyu hug his waist!
"Sister Xiaoyu~"

He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he even spoke with rippling, solid wavy lines.

"What are you thinking about? You're almost drifting past me." Jiang Yu had fruits and eggs at his feet, and bent down to lift them up and put them in the bicycle basket.

Qian Jingmo hurriedly helped, "Hey, I didn't think about anything, this is too heavy, I can't put it down in front, or sister Xiaoyu, you should hold it."

also.

Jiang Yu sat behind and hugged the basket of eggs with both hands, "Let's go."

"...Sister Xiaoyu, don't you hold my waist? It will fall." Qian Jingmo put one foot on the ground and did not ride the bicycle immediately.

"I'm holding the egg! It's okay, I have experience, and I can't go down." After sitting a lot, the roads in the county are easy to walk, and I can't go anywhere no matter how much I bump, I have experience.

Qian Jingmo: "..."

He was dry, cracking, cracking, he really wanted to slap his own mouth, if he had known, squeeze the egg and put it in the basket, and say something for her to hold.

Mistakes, missteps.

Qian Jingmo had no choice but to ride his bicycle, feeling a little sluggish, but he became happy again when he thought that Jiang Yu would celebrate his birthday and give him a birthday present.

Jiang Yu watched him hunched slightly for a while, riding the bicycle like a 70-[-]-year-old man, and then pedaled with great enthusiasm.

Could it be that you have already guessed what the gift she is going to give and are you so happy?
It seems that I bought it right!

Because it was going to celebrate Qian Jingmo's birthday, the Qian Family Medical Center closed early today.

Mr. Qian is getting old, and he seldom visits clinics anymore, the clinic has been handed over to Dad Qian.

"Grandpa Qian, Grandma Qian, I'm here to see you!"

Jiang Yu and Qian Jingmo entered the house with their things, and saw Shen Zhou and his wife there, probably after returning home after school, Zhu Meiling was still holding her daughter Shen Hanqiu.

"Godfather Godmother and Xiao Qiuqiu, you are here too!"

"elder sister!"

Shen Hanqiu smiled sweetly and coughed a few times. Zhu Meiling quickly knelt down and patted her on the back, and asked her concerned if her throat was itchy or dry, her nervousness was palpable.

After all, she was a daughter whom she had only hoped for for so many years, and she was weak after birth. Even if she yawned, Zhu Meiling would be very nervous, for fear that she would dislocate her jaw.

(End of this chapter)