"Your dad is 50 this year and I am 42, how old are you!" Wang Yanmei's eyes widened even more.
Xu Qingzhi looked like a little chicken, "Didn't you just say that you were old and forgot to add salt when cooking? I'll come back to take care of you, just in time."
Wang Yanmei choked on her words, and said in a tone of voice that said: "You are confused! Being a star makes more money. It's hard for you to act in a few dramas, but if you persist, there is hope."
Xu Fuqiang patted Wang Yanmei's hand to signal her to calm down, then turned to look at his daughter, "Qingzhi, have you seriously considered this?"
Xu Qingzhi nodded.
Xu Fuqiang sighed and said earnestly: "Farming is more difficult than you think. You have to transplant rice seedlings, spread medicine, and harvest rice. Your body can't do it for a whole day on this sunny day. Dad has never read a book and is outside.
You can't make money, so you can only farm at home. You are different. You went to college and acted in a play. Your father is incapable of helping you, but you can have a bright future."
"Dad, I have really thought about it. And it's not just about farming. Our family has mountains and land, and there is a pond in front of the door. I can plant some fruit trees, vegetables, and raise some fish. It will be enough to support myself."
Xu Qingzhi originally thought so too. Once the fruit trees are planted, the spring water will be harvested every year, and the vegetables he grows will taste delicious. He can also raise some fish to supplement protein.
"Look at your potential." Wang Yanmei was furious.
Xu Qingzhi is not angry either. Her family is a typical tiger mother and cat father. Her mother is a good person and her father is a bad person.
She held her head high and said, "Mom, I sold my house and I have one million in hand, which is enough for us to live on for a lifetime."
"Promise! You are so promising!" Wang Yanmei picked the tenderest piece of chicken and put it in her bowl, "Let's not talk about eating."
Xu Qingzhi still enjoyed the meal very happily. She knew her mother, even though she was so tough on the lips, she was actually very soft on the inside.
There are three floors in the house, with a structure of 233.
After dinner, Xu Qingzhi went back to the room on the second floor, packed up his things, and took a shower.
Wang Yanmei, who was still cleaning up on the first floor, received a WeChat message from her sister.
is a link.
There is also a voice message.
She didn't dare to click random links. Qingzhi said that links on the Internet should not be clicked randomly, otherwise information would be leaked and money might be stolen.
She clicked on the audio to listen directly.
——Yanmei, I heard that Qingzhi went home. Maybe he was scolded too badly on the Internet and couldn't bear it anymore. Look, this is what Linlin sent me. The scolding in it is really unpleasant. Don't do it either.
Tell Qing Zhidi, pay attention to her emotions these days, and don't get carried away. Young people are under too much pressure now.
Wang Yanmei was not surprised that her sister would know about Qingzhi's return. This was the case in the village, and even people from ten miles away would know that their daughter was back.
It’s just that... you know you’re being scolded?
Wang Yanmei doesn't understand the Internet, even this smartphone was bought for her by Qingzhi, who taught him step by step.
Now she can only make phone calls and WeChat.
She tentatively clicked on the link and looked at it. Although she had not read any books and could not understand some words, she could understand most of them.
She slid down slowly, staring closely at each word, and the more she read, the redder her eyes became.
When Xu Fuqiang came out of the bathroom, he saw his wife hunching her shoulders, covering her mouth and crying while looking at her mobile phone. He walked over quickly, frowned and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Wang Yanmei shook her head and cried, suppressing her voice for fear of being heard upstairs, "Fuqiang, let your daughter stay at home, don't talk about her."
Xu Fuqiang looked confused, "When did I talk about her? Didn't you say it?"
Wang Yanmei punched him in the chest.
Xu Fuqiang: "Okay, okay, I said what I said, I won't say it anymore."
"Don't even mention this matter. Let your daughter do whatever she wants to do at home, as long as she is happy." Wang Yanmei said and put the phone into Xu Fuqiang's hand.
Xu Fuqiang took a few glances and understood. He frowned and said in a heavy tone, "Okay."