Chapter 44
Yang Zhi works at the county power supply station and can only go home once a week.

Originally, I went back to work after eating.

Zhao Guixiang yelled like this, so he didn't have to eat.

As soon as the chopsticks were put down, he turned his head and put on the army green schoolbag on his back and went out.

"My son will come back once a week, tell me about you—hey."

Yang Minguang shook his head and sighed.

His wife, Zhao Guixiang, has always been in charge of all matters in the family.

He rarely intervenes and talks too much, but today he can't stand it anymore.

"Momo is made by my eldest sister every time, and I haven't done it a few times. It's good if I can make it! He's also picky!"

The more Zhao Guixiang looked at the steamed buns on the table, the angrier she became, and she cursed: "Doesn't she know that she comes here to make steamed buns every week? It's been so long since this time! What does this mean? Wait Shall I come and beg her?"

Yang Minguang knew that his wife had a conflict with the eldest sister, so he persuaded him, "I heard that the eldest sister has been ill for a few days, maybe she is not feeling well. How about... why don't you bring some fruit to visit?"

"I'm visiting her?! Bring some fruit?! Why is she so cheeky? Whether love comes or not, I still don't believe that I won't be able to eat a mouthful of steamed buns!" Zhao Guixiang refused.

"Then you can figure it out... Sigh."

Yang Minguang didn't like arguing, so when he saw his wife was not happy, he kept silent.

A few days later, Zhao Guixiang couldn't sit still anymore.

Aunt Zhao seemed determined not to show her face.

She doesn't know how to make steamed buns herself, so she can only use food stamps to buy steamed buns made by the food store every day.

After much deliberation, on Saturday, while her husband was resting at home, Zhao Guixiang picked some apples that were about to rot and took two pieces of sour white flour buns, planning to visit her elder sister's house.

She has paid "blood money"!
Along the way, imagining Aunt Zhao's tears of gratitude, Zhao Guixiang even thought about how to put on airs to hurt her.

However, to her surprise, the eldest sister was not at home.

"It's a big weekend, where did you go early in the morning?"

Zhao Guixiang ate the door shut, and walked out awkwardly.

However, as soon as she went downstairs, she saw Aunt Zhao walking back.

……

Aunt Zhao took her granddaughter to the department store on the corner to buy a lot of things.

Since the last time she made clothes for Xie Yun in the kindergarten, she came here twice, and each time she had to leave them "handwork fees."

Later, Xie Yun brought the principal of the kindergarten to make a set of clothes, and they gave him another ten yuan.

Originally, Aunt Zhao didn't want anything, but people said that if the manual fee was not charged, then she would not dare to make clothes in the future.

Aunt Zhao was afraid that people would misunderstand her, so she reluctantly accepted it.

For more than half a month, together with several sets of clothes made by Teacher Xie and Director Tao, and a few "colleagues" brought by Gan Li, Aunt Zhao already had nearly 100 yuan in her hands!
With money in hand, Aunt Zhao immediately thought about buying more delicious food for her granddaughter, and then pulling some good fabrics to make winter clothes.

Taking advantage of her granddaughter not going to kindergarten on weekends, Aunt Zhao took her granddaughter to the department store.

I bought a lot of things that I didn't dare to look at before.

"Girl, it's your ability to make money this time. However, no matter how much money we have, we can't spend it recklessly, you know?" Aunt Zhao educated her granddaughter while walking.

Xu Jiaren nodded obediently, thought about it, and asked, "Grandma, there have been a lot of people coming to make clothes recently, should we consider renting a shop?"

Now grandma and she make clothes together. Although they make money, it's all small money.

She didn't forget the dog in space.

Recently, I don't know if it's an "energy" problem. The dog sleeps most of the time, and occasionally comes out a few times.

If this goes on like this, the dog might really be unable to hold on.

The problem of the energy body, she must solve it as soon as possible.

But if you want to buy something with energy, you need a lot of money.

This one hundred and eighty yuan is not enough for a small fight!
Hearing her granddaughter's words, Aunt Zhao chuckled and shook her head, and said, "Damn, have you forgotten what I told you? No matter how good you are at making clothes, you are not promising. If you are really promising, you have to go to college! Now Let’s just make a few clothes like this, if we can make some money, don’t think about the rest.”

"Grandma, you can't make more money this way." Xu Jiaren was a little anxious.

"How much money is enough? It's good to have enough food and clothing."

Aunt Zhao was not interested in the questions raised by her granddaughter, and she continued to educate: "Damn, 'Scholar, Farmer, Industry and Commerce', businessmen are the lowest and most lowly people. We can't do anything about making clothes. If the conditions are better, grandma will definitely not I will let you suffer along with me!"

Xu Jiaren: "..."

It turned out that grandma looked down on "doing business" at all.

It was the first time she heard her grandma say this, but she didn't expect it to be so.

It is probably impossible to expect my grandma to rent a shop and open a shop to earn money.

Xu Jiaren's heart suddenly seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar.

Seeing that her granddaughter stopped talking, Aunt Zhao thought that the child had listened to the truth.

He stroked his granddaughter's soft and shiny hair, and said longingly, "Our bastard will go to university in the future and become a professor to learn. That's the way to be really promising."

"..."

"Sister! Where are you going? Where did you wander around early on Saturday morning!"

As soon as he arrived downstairs, Zhao Guixiang's high-pitched voice floated over.

Xu Jiaren raised her head and saw "auntie" whom she had not seen for many days.

After being quiet for half a month, this trouble came again?

When Aunt Zhao saw her younger sister, she withdrew the smile on her face, and asked distantly, "Why are you here?"

"I……"

Zhao Guixiang was about to say 'she can't come yet'?
When she looked down, she saw the bulging cloth bag in Aunt Zhao's hand, which looked like she had taken a lot of things.

She stretched out her hand to pull the cloth pocket, and asked: "I haven't seen you and Stinky Egg for a long time, come over and have a look. What did you buy? Is it stuffed in a bag?"

Aunt Zhao dodged Zhao Guixiang's hand, pulled back the cloth pocket in her hand and pinched the mouth of the pocket tightly, not letting her see it.

"We're fine. I'll go back first if you have nothing to do."

"Sister! Wait for me. I brought you some good things."

"No, we don't want it."

How could Zhao Guixiang think that her "big sister" is so awesome that she doesn't want the things she brought?

That's an apple!It's a bit rotten though.

That's white flour bun!Although a bit sour.

But this is all they can't afford.

"Sister! Go slowly, I have something to tell you."

Seeing that Aunt Zhao really walked away, Zhao Guixiang didn't care about anything else, and hurriedly followed behind.

Aunt Zhao was 1 unhappy that Zhao Guixiang followed, but he insisted on following him upstairs, so she had no choice but to open the door with a sullen face.

When Zhao Guixiang came in, she suddenly understood why her eldest sister was so awesome.

There were several boxes of apples on the floor by the door, all of which were of the Red Fuji variety, big and red.Much better than her home apples.

There are also several packages of snacks on the table, and a bag of peach cakes for a few yuan...

"Sister! Where did you get it?!" Zhao Guixiang asked in disbelief.

(End of this chapter)

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