Reborn 1980's Petite Wife

Chapter 13 Accidental Discovery
Yang Yuan is not yet 18 years old, wearing a blue sportswear and a pair of wide-leg flared pants that are currently in fashion.

It looks a bit like a socially disadvantaged youth.

"Stinky, I heard you were kicked out of the kindergarten?"

Yang Yuan moved a small horse and sat next to the stove, and said gloatingly: "Don't go to school in the future, go pick up trash with uncle?"

Xu Jiaren remembers that Yang Yuan dropped out of high school halfway through high school and stayed at home.

The aunt and grandma's family are particularly troubled by this "little son" who is not doing business properly.

After waiting at home for a long time, my aunt and grandma left and sent Yang Yuan to study in a technical secondary school, and then worked in a bank.

No one would have thought that more than ten years later, Yang Yuan would become the president of the First Bank of Qingbei City.

However, it is still several years before Yang Yuan ends his status as a "vagrant".

"Uncle, does picking up trash make you a lot of money?" Xu Jiaren asked ignorantly.

Yang Yuan nodded, bragging and saying: "Let me tell you, a lot of junk pickers from other places have become big bosses, and all of them are ten thousand yuan households."

"So are you making money now?"

"Isn't this waiting for you to help uncle?"

Yang Yuan blinked and joked, "The two of us can work hard, maybe we will become the first [-]-yuan household in Qingbei City."

Knowing that Yang Yuan was trying to tease her, Xu Jiaren asked innocently, "Then why should I help uncle?"

"You can help go to the machinery factory behind and get those scrap iron out." Yang Yuan said with bright eyes.

There is indeed a machinery factory near here, but the scrap iron area is covered with iron gates.

The so-called "take" means "steal".

Xu Jiaren shook her head and said seriously: "Grandma said, you can't just take other people's things."

Yang Yuan's face was a little embarrassed, and he sneered: "Your grandma is too old-fashioned, forget it, it seems that you don't have a fortune, so I won't tell you."

Probably what Xu Jiaren said swept Yang Yuan's mood, so he stopped teasing this little guy and went to sleep in the next room.

This is in line with Xu Jiaren's wishes, she can be alone for a while.

She got up and looked at the furnishings of her aunt's house, and finally her eyes settled on the peeling bookshelf.

A wooden square high stool was moved at the door, and Xu Jiaren stepped on it and began to read the books on the shelf.

My aunt's bookshelf has all kinds of books, from textbooks on mathematics and Chinese, to books on animal husbandry and veterinary medicine, to various famous novels...

The three-story wooden bookshelf is almost full.

However, her eyes were quickly attracted by a dilapidated book with the "Picture of a Hairpin Maid" printed on it.

There are two "fine arts" in Song style printed on the top of the book, and a line of small characters at the bottom reads: Full-time middle school trial reading book.

This should be an art textbook left by a few uncles or aunts when they went to school, but Xu Jiaren has no impression.

That wasn't the case with her art textbooks at school.

Xu Jiaren was very interested in everything related to painting, so she immediately picked it up and looked through it.

This textbook is not so much an art textbook as it is an appreciation of famous paintings.

There are paintings of different styles printed in the book, and there will be notes on where the painting came from, what is the highlight, and so on.

This book is a bit like Xu Jiaren's professional textbooks when she was studying at the Academy of Fine Arts, but what is said in this book is not so professional and detailed, it just makes a "hodgepodge" of various styles in general.

When Yang Minguang came into the room after get off work, he saw a small figure sitting under the bookshelf reading a book seriously.

The child's expression seems to be really reading the above content.

He was a little startled, isn't that a jerk?When did you become literate?

"Damn? What are you looking at?" Yang Minguang walked over.

Xu Jiaren was concentrating on the book in her hand. No wonder she hadn't seen this textbook before. The content on it was too "professional". Although the annotations were clearly written, the available words were all professional words, and she hadn't studied them systematically. Have no idea what that means.

It's like throwing a copy of "Red Building. Dream" to a first-grade child. The book is a good book, but the child can't read it at all.

Xu Jiaren couldn't help sighing: "It's a good book, but unfortunately..."

"What a pity?"

"what!!"

Xu Jiaren was startled by the sudden sound and almost fell off the stool.

Fortunately, he was caught by someone, and when he took a closer look, he saw a familiar face.

"Grandpa!! Why are you back?"

"I'll be right back after get off work."

Yang Minguang took the book from Xu Jiaren's hand and looked at it. When he saw that it was an art artist, he immediately smiled: "Have you learned how to read? Is this book good?"

After being a lecturer for so many years, he can tell at a glance who is listening to the class and who is deserting.

When I saw Yadan's expression on reading a book just now, my first reaction was that she was reading it very carefully, and she could understand the book.

He really thought the girl could read and write.

Now that it was an art book, Yang Minguang laughed at himself, thinking too much.

Ya Dan is just a [-]-year-old doll, and she didn't go to school, how could she be able to read?
Xu Jiaren nodded and smiled and said, "This book is very beautiful, and there are many beautiful paintings on it."

Yang Minguang was amused, no wonder he looked at it so seriously, it turned out he was only looking at the pictures.

"Then take this book home and read it slowly, okay?"

"Okay! Thank you, Uncle and Grandpa."

Xu Jiaren was looking for what she wanted, she turned to look at the bookshelf, and asked, "Uncle, can you give me these books too? There are many pictures on them."

"Okay! I'll give you all this book." Yang Minguang agreed without hesitation.

Anyway, these books were left by the second son when he went to school, and they were packed up a few days ago to sell the rags.

When the sunset glowed red in the sky, Aunt Zhao finally finished baking a pot of noodles.

My aunt ordered a pot of Zamian noodles, and Xu Jiaren and grandma came out after eating.

It's just that Xu Jiaren doesn't understand. Obviously, the dough used for pancakes at my aunt's house is white flour, so why do you still eat mixed noodles at night?
Maybe the life of my aunt and grandma's house is not particularly good now.

"Oh, I forgot the bag in the kitchen."

After walking for a while, Aunt Zhao realized that she had forgotten her cloth pocket.

But she was really exhausted, and said immediately: "Forget it, I'll come again tomorrow."

Grandma has to take a cloth bag to buy vegetables every day. If she doesn't bring it back, grandma will have to run again.

Xu Jia felt sorry for her grandma, and immediately said, "Grandma, sit here for a while, and I'll get it for you."

Returning to Zhao Guixiang's house from here is a dirt road, which is not dangerous.

Aunt Zhao was also very happy that her granddaughter was so sensible, she nodded and said, "Be careful when walking, don't run around."

"Got it, grandma."

Xu Jiaren trotted back, and as soon as she reached the door, she smelled the smell of cooking meat.

Didn't you have dinner just now?
Xu Jiaren walked in softly through the door, and heard her aunt's voice from the kitchen, "Xiao Yuan, pour the mixed noodles in the pot into the bucket, and ask your father to take the school to feed the pigs tomorrow morning. Take it out, this dish will be ready in no time."

(End of this chapter)