The heroine of Kuai Chuan Zhi's family only farms

Chapter 1058 [1057] Heroines of the Republic of China 31 (4000+)

The rain gradually stopped in the middle of the night, but in this day and age, there are dirt roads everywhere, and she can’t get anywhere overnight. The next day, she had to wear rubber shoes to go to school. The sky was overcast, and everything went smoothly on the road. Surprisingly, Zhang Li actually came earlier than her, but her complexion was not very good, and she was lying on the couch with a listless expression, while the child was clamoring to climb up and down.

After An Yi said hello to her, she immediately took the child out of the basket. An Ran, who was free, saw her little brother and crawled over at once, and kept screaming, but the little brother didn't want to talk to She was playing, but kept lifting up her mother's clothes, pushing back and forth into Zhang Li's arms, moaning, as if... hungry?
They came here after having dinner at home this morning. The children are alive and well. Compared with the disheveled and even skinny Fuwa, I don't know how much happier they are.

The child couldn't find anything to eat, so he started to cry, but An Ran went to join in the fun, and was accidentally slapped by Fuwa. The girl pursed her lips, looked at her, and cried with a loud cry, she couldn't help but laugh: "You, you~~~"

Zhang Li propped herself up and sat up, with an apologetic expression on her face, she was about to beat Fuwa when she pulled past her, but An Yi blocked her.

"Don't hit the child, he's right, An An is ignorant, the child is hungry, hasn't he eaten? Come on, I have a piece of cornmeal cornbread here, you can pick some bar mats for the child, and you can eat some yourself. "

The cornbread she gave is not fine grains, but miscellaneous grains, but it is not mixed with messy vegetables and chaff, it is corn flour ground with husks, after steaming, it is good to eat while it is hot, but when it cools down, it will make you choke. It's still a bit throat-stinging, but compared to the black cabbage dumplings made of bran, this one doesn't know how many times better, at least, it's still food.

She didn't ask Zhang Li why she didn't eat, nor what happened at Zhang Li's house, but she just silently handed over two still warm steamed buns, but she was so touched that she hugged the child and cried bitterly. It's food, grab it with your hands, An Yi said quickly.

"Don't cry, feed him quickly, see how anxious the child is, how hungry are you?"

Looking at Zhang Li's situation, she must be out of milk, right?
Thinking about it carefully, I can’t get enough to eat. How can there be any milk? She sighed, took out her thermos from under the table, poured a cup of hot water for the mother and child, and then sat down on her own with An Ran in her arms. On the kang, An Ran saw other people's mouths moving, and also muttered for food.

She dug out two wild vegetable dumplings from the bag (space). The vegetable dumplings are made of wheat flour and white flour. They are real fine grains, and they picked the tenderest and freshest wild vegetables. They smell delicious and are also hot. Yes, this one has vegetables and noodles, which is easy for children to digest. Similarly, pass one to Zhang Li, and pick the rest to An An, otherwise she can take a big bite, and she has four teeth now.

Zhang Li saw that it was made of fine grains, and she was determined not to, but An Yi said, "Take it, don't be polite if you have something to eat in these days, and don't save it for your children, you will only have milk when you are full. Others don't care if you eat or not, they will think that you are not up to date if you don't have milk, for the sake of your child, you should eat more."

That is to say, but Zhang Li stopped eating after eating a little. It seemed that she wanted to save up for lunch, or take it home for the two girls.

An Yi looked at her like this, and felt a little distressed: "Mr. Zhang, some words are inappropriate. Don't say it. I feel uncomfortable. You are also a wage earner now. If you should be tough, you should be tough. Only you can stand up." , your child will not suffer with you. I can help you for a while, but I can’t help you every day. The small grains in my family are also saved by her two aunts. We are three people raising a child. As a temporary worker in the county town, I get 21 catties of grain every month, 17 yuan and 5 cents. In order to save fine grains for my children, I also eat bran and vegetable dumplings every day, but we put all our energy into one place."

"You should also know how the rumors spread about the three of us. We don't care. This child is the hope of the three of us in the future, so we are willing to pay for it. Of course, this also takes advantage of the fact that we are not so burdened. Your family is deeply intertwined. , I know it's very complicated, but I still hope that when you should be tough, you must be tough, otherwise people will think you are easy to bully, and pick soft persimmons to pinch. There are people who bully the soft and fear the hard, and you have to become tyrannical yourself. Let them be afraid, so that they can fight for more benefits for their children, not to mention anything else, at least what your husband and wife earn, deducting the filial piety for the elderly, you should keep it for yourself, right?"

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It's not easy for An Yi to say extra words. It just so happens that the teacher of the small nursery school is almost here, and when An An eats a small half of the vegetable dumplings, she sends her there.

Zhang Li lowered her head and hugged the child to feed him mechanically. She didn't know what she was thinking, and she didn't bother, and went back to her desk to prepare for today's class.

It wasn't until the class bell rang at 8 o'clock that Zhang Li carried her to the nursery after feeding the little one with half of the vegetable dumplings, stayed there for about ten minutes, and said apologetically when she came back.

"I fed him millet porridge before coming over, and An An also drank a little."

In fact, the so-called millet porridge is just a little millet added to the water. Even if it is made from fine grains, in order to make the soup look less sticky, some chopped wild vegetables are added in it. It can be regarded as millet porridge.

Then he picked up the tea mug and poured half a glass of water, before walking in front of An Yi, and bowed deeply.

"Mr. An, I thank you. The child has only been filled with water since last night. Needless to say, you can guess about my family's affairs. I won't bother you anymore. I'm what you said. I understand everything, but there are some things that I can’t do by myself. My man obeys his mother’s words. My sisters-in-law are more mean than the other. There are many things that I can’t do or say, because There are too many places to take into account.”

Zhang Li is obviously several years younger than her, but she looks four or five years older than her. People in their twenties seem to be in their thirties after being tortured.

Not only was she mentally depressed, but her gaze was filled with despair and helplessness towards life. She envied An Yi more than once, and she even thought that if something happened to her back then, she would die as well. How good is it to run around with so many mouths?

Of course she knew that An Yi couldn't help her all the time, and today was just a coincidence, but she was still grateful to her from the bottom of her heart.

An Yi looked at her and sighed, and said nothing more, because there were too many people like her, and there were several children in the class.

It’s better to eat here, but those who go home to eat, the conditions at home are not very good, and if they run home after eating and then come back, they have already consumed almost everything.

They are all half-grown kids now, and almost all the students who come to class here are young boys, and there are only two or three girls in the whole class.

On Tuoban's side, except for a girl in her family, they are all boys.

The age of patriarchy, no matter where in China, is the same. This is the traditional thought in the bones of the Chinese people. How can it be changed?
The reason for helping Zhang Li is because they are in the same office, and they have such a young child. The others are also pitiful, but can she help?

I thought that the old lady would not come again today, but when I was in the first class, I heard that old lady from Qian's family shouting and cursing again at the door.

Anyi threw a gag talisman over, and the world became quiet. The old lady opened her mouth, but couldn't make a sound, she fell into the mud in a panic, and ran away in a panic.

An Yi also figured it out. When dealing with this kind of person, you don't have to be polite at all. Come here a few more times. After realizing that this is her restricted area, she will be absolutely honest.

Sure enough, once or twice, after the third time when the unbelievers came, she walked up to her with her hands behind her back, and said something very unbearable.

"If you don't want to be speechless for the rest of your life, get out of here quickly. I won't give you the child. If you have the ability, you can grab it. However, today is the last time I will give you this chance. Let me see you again tomorrow, but It's not valid for one or two hours, but forever, I will make you speechless forever, you can't write, and you can't speak, how do you think you will live in the future, huh?"

She screamed and ran away, pointing at her and cursing at her, calling her a witch, a ghost and a snake, yelling to arrest her, she is not a human, but a ghost, she can spell...

But, does anyone believe it?
Even if what she said is true?Does anyone believe it?
Not only did no one believe it, they also said that she was cursed by the first granddaughter, so keep her away from An'an, otherwise her old Qian's family would have bad luck.

Although there is no feudal superstition at this time, there will still be people discussing it in private. Originally, what the old lady said was true, but her style of painting changed as she spoke, and it became the responsibility of old lady Qian. In the end, Even she herself had to believe that her mind was insane.

As she gets older, it's not that there are no cases of nagging, anyway, no matter what she says, it won't affect An Yi.

An Ran's biological father and biological mother never appeared again, probably knowing that she had a good life, and she was very self-aware that she never came again. This made An Ran more or less satisfied with them. Based on this, they wanted to see her in the future. Look at her, she won't stop.

After entering June, it starts to heat up. Even the rain is more than in May, and the temperature difference between morning and evening is relatively large. No matter how hot the summer in the Northeast is, it is not as hot as the Central Plains and the South. Even air conditioners are not available, so the temperature is low. For An Yi, it is very comfortable.

After a long day, she would go around to the back mountain after school to dig some mushrooms and wild vegetables. On weekends, if Qiuxia and Caihua came back, they would have a good meal. Usually, when there were only mother and daughter, she would do it once. Meals, eat for two days, counting for a week, in fact, An Yi can't cook a few meals.

After the milk is boiled, it is poured into a thermos bottle. She has many thermos bottles in her space, and there are ten or twenty of them. It is no problem to boil a large pot, enough for the child to drink for a week.

Steam steamed buns, steamed buns, and vegetable dumplings once, without tossing for a week.

With space and this giant refrigerator, her house saves fire a lot.

The two sisters would bring back their homework to Anyi every week. While she checked their progress, she would also give them the question types she had written so that they could learn from one another, because she had studied it many times and her knowledge points were accurate It's too easy for her, maybe she can't help too much in politics, after all, it requires her own understanding, in other respects she really exists like a think tank, even the two sisters sigh all the time.

"It's a shame that you don't go to our school to be a teacher. It's fine if you speak well, and it's easy to understand. We haven't seen many question types. Really, sister, you are not ordinary, especially in Russian and English. You They know it all? It’s unbelievable, we only have one class a week, and we still learn the most basic pronunciation.”

The school did not plan to take these basic courses for exams, but to increase their knowledge, and did not expect them to learn well. Look, even these interest courses are arranged on Friday afternoon and Saturday morning. One session a week.

It was only after An Yi saw the crooked notes they wrote that she knew that they had offered these two courses.

"Sister, your pronunciation is so nice, even more accurate than our teacher's. How can you know everything? You are also human. Compared with you, I feel that we have been living in vain all these years."

"I don't know much, and I'm superficial, but since you have learned it, I will help you review the most basic pronunciation."

She doesn't want to talk too much about it, anyway, it's just some basic things, so it's okay to teach, even if you can't learn it, you should at least know the difference between their language and our writing.

Judging from the assessment at the weekend, the two of them were serious and not lazy.

"Very good, just keep going like this. This time, I will give you some questions and write some characters. You go back to school and practice your characters."

She has plenty of space for paper, and she keeps [-] words for practice every day. The homework book is very small, and they are very economical. After finishing writing, they will write the front and back, and try to fill up the entire paper. They also use pencils, and the pens cannot be used. However, the cost of practicing brush calligraphy is too high, and the only way to save money is to use pencils.

This is why middle school is better than elementary school, because those who can go to elementary school will not be able to afford homework books, while in elementary school, the levels are uneven, and many people just want to know a few words. The sand table is used in the third grade, and the homework book is only used in the fourth and fifth grades.

Junior high school is now four years, elementary school is five years, and the total is nine years, and high school is two years. Those who can persist in high school or even enter university are basically rare.

The two sisters didn't talk much about the school, they only talked about study, interpersonal communication and so on. They didn't mention it, but since their backgrounds have been exposed and their ages are here, you can imagine that you will be isolated with your toes. Now, they are not alone, no one cares about them, and they can live. If a person is isolated, it feels sad just thinking about it.

Campus B force is not non-existent in this era, but the two sisters are mature enough in thinking and are considered older. Those children will not do anything to them, but I am afraid that they will do something to them with uneasy intentions. Violence is not terrible, what is terrible is that these people stand on the moral high ground they think, and come out to disgust people from time to time.

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