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Meng Wantang thought she heard wrongly and was stunned for a long time.

"Uncle, don't get me wrong. My partner is very generous. He gave me all his money. He gave me whatever I asked for. The most important thing is that we already have three children. We have been married for several years, and he Very good to me."

The old man didn't believe it: "You little girl, you are so good at bluffing. If your partner was good to you, would he just ride off and leave you here alone?"

Meng Wantang laughed so hard when she heard this.

"Uncle, you don't understand. But you will understand after a while." Meng Wantang said and walked back.

She even shouted to the old man: "Uncle, please don't let me touch the books I am picking up in this sack."

"know."

The old man looked at Meng Wantang's cheerful back and wondered what the girl was so happy about.

Nowadays, these young people just swallow the pain they have.

If your partner treats you badly, there is no shame in telling him. Wouldn't it be enough to just go home and find support from your mother-in-law?

What's so important about face?

Isn’t it the most important thing to live well?

"Oh, everyone is so confused!"

Meng Wantang didn't know that the old man regarded her as a fool.

She dug into the scrap pile again and chose a royal concubine. She chose two desks.

I even saw the Four Treasures of the Study.

Some of the inkstones have a small piece broken off, but it doesn't matter, they can still be used. If you look closely, there is still a kind of incomplete beauty.

“I save money now, and my children don’t have to spend money on inkstones.”

This thing is actually quite expensive.

Meng Wantang selected the pre-stamped items and then turned to pick out the books.

She was still choosing here before, but now she doesn't have to choose at all.

She put whatever she liked into it.

It didn't take twenty minutes.

Meng Wantang heard the familiar cheers.

"Mom, I'm here."

Gou Sheng rushed in like a little cannonball and saw so many books, and he immediately jumped on them excitedly.

"Wow, there are so many books here. Mom, why didn't you bring us here earlier?"

Of course, it was impossible for Meng Wantang to admit that he had forgotten this place.

She waved her hand very generously.

"Okay, you can buy as many books as you want here. You can choose as many as you want today."

Gou Sheng still can't believe it. Isn't this pie in the sky?

He asked warily: "Really?"

"of course it's true."

"Mom, you don't have any bad ideas, do you?" Gou Sheng is exactly the same as before.

Meng Wantang deliberately sneered twice and pinched his face.

"Of course I'm going to sell you. Otherwise, how can I buy these books back?"

After Meng Wantang finished speaking, he thought Gou Sheng would reply.

As a result, Gou Sheng turned around and went to pick out books.

He even shouted excitedly: "Brother, come here quickly. There are many books here, all of which you like."

Goudan's speed is not slow, he has already started to pick it up slowly.

He put his favorite books aside, and now he had picked out a thick pile.

As for Xiaopang, he was also there to join in the fun. He didn't know what books were good to read, so he took them to the back anyway.

Lu Qingye walked behind, carrying several sacks in his hands, and walked over. Without saying anything, he put the books that Meng Wantang picked out into the sack.

This man really has an eye for work that makes people like him.

Meng Wantang smiled and continued to pick books. Anyway, there are special people to do the work of binding books, so she doesn't have to worry about it.

Xiaopang chose a drawing book and sat next to it to read.

Meng Wantang thought what the child was doing, turned around and found the child sitting there reading a book.

She leaned over and took a look. She didn't expect that it was a book teaching sketching.

This kind of book, let alone children, even adults would just look at it casually and then put it down.

Meng Wantang didn't expect that Xiaopang would take it so seriously.

She was surprised to find that Xiaopang was not just watching the fun, he seemed to really understand the contents of the book.

This discovery surprised Meng Wantang.

She thought Xiaopang liked musical instruments.

But I didn't expect that Chubby liked painting more than playing musical instruments.

Meng Wantang stopped looking for those messy books casually. She purposely looked for books that specifically taught painting.

When searching for a certain type of book with purpose, the speed will slow down a lot, and it will also feel difficult.

Meng Wantang was not anxious at all, she was very patient.

"How come you only found so many books?"

Lu Qingye thought that when he came back after loading a sack, there would be another hill in front of him. Who knew there were only a few books.

Meng Wantang pulled his sleeve and pointed at Xiaopang secretly.

"Look at Xiaopang, he is reading a book seriously, and I found that he seems to be able to understand."

Lu Qingye stared at Xiaopang for a while and found that this seemed to be the case.

He knew that Meng Wantang taught his children to read and write.

But Xiaopang doesn't know many words at this age.

What can he understand?

"Do you think he's pretending not to understand? No, it's a book about teaching painting, and there are very few words in it. But it's such a book, but Xiaopang read it with gusto. I think this kid might I like to draw. So I plan to find more related teaching materials. If there are related books, I also want to find more and take them back to Xiaopang to read."

"Let's fix it together."

Lu Qingye is really an enlightened man.

"Row."

The two of them searched separately, and they searched faster.

Meng Wantang didn't notice that the two little guys next to him turned back to look at his brother secretly, and joined the search for books for his brother.

I can find a book that I like, take it back, and then continue to look for books that my brother likes.

The family spent the whole day searching in this mountain of books.

At noon, Lu Qingye went to the state-owned hotel, bought several dishes, and came back with a small bowl of steamed buns.

He also left some vegetables and steamed buns for the old man at the door.

"Fortunately, it's not cold today, otherwise the food would be quite bearable to eat in the cold wind."

Meng Wantang actually quite likes this atmosphere.

Lu Qingye took out another thermos bottle and poured hot water for them to drink.

"You are so thoughtful."

It was hard for Meng Wantang to imagine how popular this man would be in a few decades.

"If it's cold, go to the uncle's room to eat." Lu Qingye actually didn't want to eat here because it was too cold.

He didn't care, he was mainly worried about his wife and children being uncomfortable.

"It's good here. Besides, the sun is quite strong today and there's not much wind."

Meng Wantang was reading the book next to her while eating.

She finished eating quickly. Seeing the little fat man taking his time, he curled his lips, drank two sips of hot water, and continued to look for books.

Meng Wantang never knew that he was such a greedy person.

But seeing so many books here, she couldn't remain indifferent.

These books may be rotted when it rains.

She just wanted to save more books.