Reborn 80s to be a rich woman

An Zhengming said by analogy, he couldn't find a reason to block An Xiaolan.

"Mingzi, sister knows that you don't like grandma, and I don't like it either, but let's not give people nicknames casually, shall we?"

An Xiaolan hugged his small shoulders, and said patiently and persuasively.

"Is Tiger Woman a nickname?"

An Zhengming scratched his head and looked at her confusedly.

"Grandma's surname is Liu, and her name is Liu Cuihua. Don't you think other names are just nicknames?"

"Then why can others call it, but we can't? Grandma is too bad. She always bullies our family. I don't like her."

An Xiaolan pinched An Zhengming's swollen little cheeks amusedly, only then did she realize that he had begun to feel a little sensual.

"She is bad, she is very bad. There is not a single good word out of Mrs. Liu's mouth, they are all curses, but if we curse back, won't we be the same as that An Zhenghua? Others will only think that This child is uneducated and has no manners, don't you think so?"

The most common phenomenon in this kind of mountain valley is that no matter adults or children, they never leave swear words, and after a few words, they have almost greeted the other party's ancestors.

In her previous life, An Xiaolan had met people from big cities. Their conversation and demeanor really made people feel very comfortable, and even made them involuntarily respect them.

She has selfish intentions, and she just wants to train her younger siblings to become talents. It is better to get out of this impoverished village than to live the same life again and again for generations.

Mrs. Liu is an example. Those eyes look at people through the cracks of the door, looking down on those whose family background is not as good as hers.

Frogs like her are not rare, so she fought desperately to get money for her younger siblings to go to school, hoping that their future lives will be better than those of the previous generation.

"Huazi hates me very much. He scolds me when he sees me. Anyone in the class who plays well with me plays tricks. Sometimes he scratches my homework."

An Zhengming said angrily, and seemed very wronged.

"Very well, sister knows, have you told the head teacher about this?"

An Xiaolan's eyes turned cold. The Sanfang family always took pleasure in bullying them, and even brought this bad habit to school. If An Zhengming hadn't said it, she would have been kept in the dark.

"No sister."

"Why? Are you afraid of the teacher?"

An Zhengming shook his head, there was no impurity in his pure eyes.

"I promised my sister that if you want to get good grades in the exam, if you waste your time on him, it's better to go out and pick up some junk and sell it for money."

An Xiaolan was immediately choked by his reasoning, and even felt that it was all reasonable.

"Mingzi did a good job, but tell the class teacher appropriately, or you can give An Zhenghua a warning through the class teacher, so that you will be in a better mood to study, won't you?"

An Xiaolan found that An Zhengming was very good at applying her words to her own point of view, and could even apply them flexibly. This was unexpected to her, and it was also a very surprising discovery, which showed that her younger brother's thinking ability was far superior to hers. Much stronger.

"Hmm...it seems to make sense. Don't worry, sister. I will consider Huazi's performance."

"..." An Xiaolan was dumbfounded. Why does this little guy talk in a different way? Could it be that he has become a master at reading?

"Then you promise my sister that you will never give people nicknames casually in the future, even if they are very annoying people, can you do it?"

"Okay, Zhengming promises to his sister that he will never give people nicknames like Wang Erhu again."

An Zhengming only knows one thing, that is, giving people a nickname will make him appear unmannered and uneducated. In order to be a younger brother who makes his sister proud, he will get rid of this bad shortcoming.

"Well, let's pull the hook."

An Xiaolan smiled and stretched out her little finger, and followed An Zhengming to make an agreement.

After An Xinyue came out of An's house, she didn't go back to find An Xiaolan's siblings.

When she returned home, her mother-in-law, Aunt Zhang, had not returned from working in the fields, and only her daughter Huiru was left at home.

"Mom, you're back."

Zhang Huiru is still a four-year-old child, and An Xinyue usually takes her with her. Her husband Zhang Quan also works in the fields most of the time, and occasionally goes to the construction site to do odd jobs.

"Hui Ru, where are grandma and father?"

An Xinyue squatted down and wanted to pick up her daughter, but the wound on her body that Liu had pinched and kicked immediately ached, so she had to touch her little face instead.

"Grandma and Dad both went to work in the field, and grandma also said that when mom came home at noon, she would send food to the field for lunch."

Zhang Huiru told An Xinyue verbatim what the adults had told her.

"Okay, mom knows, Huizi is so good, are you afraid of being alone at home?"

An Xinyue's cheeks had obvious five-fingerprints, and they were slightly red and swollen. Every time she spoke, the wound on her face would be pulled, but she still endured it.

"My mother is a little scared, but I am not afraid when I think that my mother will soon go home."

Zhang Huiru happily bumped into An Xinyue's arms, and said coquettishly, "Mom, give me a hug."

"Hiss... Huiru is good, mom has to cook for grandma and dad first, otherwise she will be hungry."

"Oh, you can't be hungry, you won't have the strength to work when you're hungry."

Zhang Huiru nodded obediently, and looked up at An Xinyue.

"Why is mom's face so red?"

She reached out to touch it puzzled.

"It's okay, Huiru, it's because my mother walked too fast when she was on her way, and she got hot."

An Xinyue's heart warmed, and she quickly took her little hand and held it in her hand, and found an excuse to evade it, Zhang Huiru didn't know how to distinguish, she just listened to what her mother said.

"Okay, Huiru, mom is going to cook, you play at home, don't go out, you know?"

Although this family is poor, it is very warm. The birth of her daughter has brought hope to her life. Her husband Zhang Quan is even more devoted to her. Although her mother-in-law speaks harshly, she knows that The mother-in-law has a very good heart, a typical knife-mouthed bean curd heart, everything that was brought to An Xiaolan's house today was approved by her.

If it were Mrs. Liu, she would have to be stripped of her skin!

An Xinyue's grievances had disappeared when she returned home, and she was very dissatisfied looking at her well-behaved and caring daughter.

"Huiru knows, Mom, I'll just play at home and not go out."

After Zhang Huiru finished speaking, she ran to play with flowers and plants in the yard. If there were no adults, she would obediently stay at home.

"If the eldest brother and sister-in-law are at home, Lanzi and the others should be like this too."