Bai Jianping was miserable. He had just shown off the big red envelope he had received, but in the blink of an eye he was asked by Lao Ma to check it in. He still had to listen.
But he kept one hand and only paid half of it in. He kept half for himself, plausibly saying that it was the cost of raising Xiaobai. Who let the old horse stay in Qicheng all the year round? Leave the grandfather and granddaughter in Pujiang to be fed. Don't spend any money.
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Malanhua is high in the sky and the emperor is far away, so it is impossible for her to really treat him like an arm and a leg. It would be nice if she could be more obedient. It is impossible to expect to be 100% obedient. This is her way of being a husband, and it is very effective. It will be in the future.
I want to pass it on to Xiaobai and Xiaobai.
People are so strange. When he first received this big red envelope, Bai Jianping was so happy that he forgot about everything and ran to the high-end women's clothing store on West Chang'an Street to buy a dress for Malanhua. He found out that the beggar had contracted the garbage of a street.
Bucket was still a beggar, he came out dejectedly, sighing, the big red envelope didn't smell good anymore, it wasn't big in the first place.
When I got home, I showed off to Malanhua. Half of it was blackmailed, but I kept half of it.
His wealth has shrunk by half, but Bai Jianping feels very happy and satisfied. The idea that he is a poor man is gone. He feels that he is actually very rich, and half of it is enough to make him happy.
People are just so weird.
If you only keep the money in your own pocket, you will not only be unhappy, but also dissatisfied and a little unhappy.
Bai Jianping lay in the rocking chair at night and swayed. The rocking chair made a squeaking sound, and the chickens were clucking in the corner. He was trying to figure it out, and he gradually realized that, in fact, there is no limit to how much you can earn. Ten thousand
Is it too much? In the eyes of some people, it is a lot, but in the eyes of others, it is too little. Even if it is the same person, if he is satisfied today, he may feel that it is not enough tomorrow.
Thinking about it this way, he felt that the owners of boutique clothing stores should distribute some of their money to the poor, so that they can have a sense of happiness. This is the progression from socialism to communism that is often said in Xinwen Network.
The root of happiness does not lie in making more or less, but in making money that satisfies and makes the people you care about happy, shelters them from wind and rain, and makes the whole family happy. This family will have a happy future.
This family is still growing very well under his protection, and is thriving and prosperous. Everything is developing in a good direction.
Alas, he sighed contentedly, feeling that it was really not easy for him, no! It cannot be described as difficult. This word is not worthy of him. How amazing he is.
He couldn't help but recall the years he spent wandering in the Pujiang River. His footsteps followed a curve, with bitterness and sweetness, struggle and sadness, noisyness and happiness, peaks and troughs... But overall, he was moving towards happiness.
This is Pujiang. He brought his wife and children here to earn a living. He was poor and knew nothing. Many people who were more capable than him came and went and were eliminated by the current of society. However, they not only took root, but also lived a good life.
Things are getting better and better.
He further thought about what was the biggest difference between him and others, or why he could stay in Pujiang? In fashionable terms, where was his core competitiveness.
He thought about it over and over again, and it seemed that everything started to change when he met Zhang Tan.
So, his core competitiveness is Zhang Tan?
There is no doubt that Zhang Tan is the noble person in his life. He and Ma Lanhua have discussed this issue before, and Zhang Tan is the noble person in their lives.
In a person's life, he will always meet one or two such noble people.
In the past, Ma Lanhua always said that Bai Jianping was the reincarnation of a bad ghost. A person could live half his life without any luck. His luck was so bad.
But now, Lao Ma never says these words.
However, Bai Jianping thought about it further and felt that their core competitiveness was not Zhang Tan. Of course Zhang Tan was very important, but meeting Zhang Tan was like a qualitative change. Before the qualitative change, there was still endless accumulation of quantity.
The accumulation of these amounts is the silent struggle of him and Malanhua in Pujiang. No, not just in Pujiang, but in the places they have been to in the past half of their lives, they have been laughed at, driven away, and despised by others all over the world.
Being spurned by others, being looked down upon by others...
No, not only them, but also Xiaobai. This little baby was taken around by them and suffered a lot.
It is these experiences that have given them a strong heart. Hardships and hardships can easily defeat them, but never try to convince them.
Bai Jianping was very happy that his ideological realm had greatly improved. It turned out that he was not that poor, and he was actually very rich. It was true that he was not watching the news network for nothing, his level had reached the fifth floor!
If Zhang Tan asked him to meet Qin Huifang for dinner at this time, he might not refuse, but would agree immediately, and look forward to making some insightful remarks and seriously telling Qin Huifang that the level of status cannot represent a person's status.
level.
When Bai Jianping was enlightening at home, his next-door neighbor, the Tan sisters, were making a shopping list. Tan Jin'er was walking around the house and thinking about it. Whatever came to mind, she told Xi'er who was lying in front of the dining table, and Xi'er was writing it down on paper at her desk.
"My aunt is getting older, so I want to buy her a down jacket. It's very cold at home in winter, and she doesn't have air conditioning at home. She used to get chilblains on her hands in winter. She likes red. I remember when she was a child, her headscarf was always red, and she tied it in
Above the head, it looks really festive, like a red cloud, bringing laughter wherever it goes."
Tan Jin'er said while thinking about it, and after finishing speaking, he asked Xi'er, who was sitting at the desk and writing quickly: "Have you written it down?"
Xi'er hiahia smiled, with her little chin raised and her nostrils turned to the sky. She looked very proud, but what she said was the opposite. She was embarrassed to say that she didn't remember it because her sister talked too much. She asked her sister to talk less.
, raised her finger and said that she was still a baby and could only write these few words.
Tan Jin'er took a closer look at her "calligraphy treasure". There were no words, only paintings. Children only knew a few words, so they used paintings instead.
"You don't have to remember everything my sister said, you just need to remember the key points."
Xi'er was confused and didn't understand what the key point was. She stretched out a finger and poked her sister's belly. Hiahia smiled and asked if it was this.
Tan Jin'er: "..."
She told Xi'er that the key point in the sentence just now was the aunt's red down jacket.
"Okay~~Sister, you told me earlier." Xi'er drew at the desk and quickly drew a portrait of an old woman wearing red clothes.
Tan Jin'er nodded with satisfaction and started wandering around again, thinking: "My uncle from the same clan was also very kind to us. He helped us take the lead in organizing my father's funeral. Let's go home and buy him a pair of shoes this time. It's winter."
Wear warm shoes, write them down Xi’er.”
Xi'er eagerly asked what the key point was, and whether it was his father.
"It's not dad, it's old uncle, shoes." Tan Jin'er said.
Xi'er was busy writing at the desk, and Tan Jin'er leaned over to read it, nodding with satisfaction. The painting was good. She would add text later, with both pictures and text.
"Xi'er is really amazing and her paintings are very good."
"hiahia, sister, please praise me."
"Didn't I just praise you?"
"Keep boasting."
Tan Jin'er praised him a few more times, and Xi'er asked what her father's funeral was. She just heard about her father and remembered it in particular, but she didn't understand what it meant.
Tan Jin'er said, just play the trumpet.
Hiahia laughed and said that dad actually likes to play the trumpet, he is so cute.
Tan Jin'er didn't want to talk about this topic anymore and continued to think about new year's goods.
PS: I wish everyone a healthy Dragon Boat Festival.
