"Fang Hui! You little girl, please open the door for me."
"Did you throw away the book?"
"Throw it away! Can you just throw it away if you buy it for five to six hundred yuan?"
"Then I won't drive!"
"Are you sure you don't want to open it?"
"Don't open it!"
Sitting down on the ground, Fang Jing sighed. He was really asking for trouble. He finally dragged the book back from the field, but to his surprise, Fang Hui locked the door when he got home and refused to open it.
Opening his backpack, Fang Jingtao took out a chicken claw with pickled peppers and gnawed it loudly.
I bought this from the supermarket when I arrived in the county. It was originally for Fang Hui, but who would have thought that this would happen before he even opened his mouth.
After nibbling one after another, he took out a packet of spicy food and ate it leisurely.
"Gulu!"
After hearing no sound for a long time, Fang Anixi bent over to the door and saw Fang Jing eating through the crack in the door. She was so greedy that she kept swallowing her saliva.
Looking at the packaging bag on the ground, Fang Hui's heart was bleeding, "These are all mine, don't eat any more, keep some."
Seeing another pack of spicy strips being opened, she couldn't bear it anymore. "What are you eating secretly outside?"
"I haven't eaten anything."
"Nonsense! What's in your hand? Don't think I didn't see it."
"What do you mean? This is the same set as those books. They are all bought for you, but you don't want them! I can't finish them, so I can only give them to Erya and Baldhead for a while!"
"No! How can you take my things and give them away?"
When I think about the bald guy who can even eat half a catty of grasshopper legs, how can there be anything left in his mouth?
Erya is also not a fuel-efficient lamp. The last time her mother asked her to buy salt, she went there at noon and all the money was given to Huo Huo. What she bought were spicy strips.
Seeing that there was no movement in the room, Fang Jing sighed and said deliberately: "It's a pity that these chicken feet are gone, there are eight packs left, and there are six packs of spicy strips.
Let me see what else there is, chocolate, cake, lollipops, snow cakes, hot dogs, chili dogs, instant noodles, cola.
Forget it, I’m going to Erya’s house right now, she just asked me to go and play when I have time.”
Seeing that Fang Jing was about to leave, Fang Hui opened the door and asked, "Who is your sister? Can't you think about me?"
With a smile, Fang Jing gave her the backpack, "Take it!"
"That's pretty much it." Fang Hui opened her schoolbag and found that it was really full of snacks, and her depressed mood immediately disappeared.
Seeing Fang Jing holding his pocket again, her heart skipped a beat and she quickly reached out to block the door.
"Alas! Wait, forget it if someone comes in. If you dare to touch this thing, I'm sorry, we don't know you!"
When they arrived at the door, Fang Jing, who could be threatened by the yellow-haired girl, pressed Fang Hui's head with one hand, pushed her to stagger, and then entered the house without looking back.
Seeing that the more than 20 kilograms of homework was about to be handed over to a famous woman, Fang Hui was so anxious that he didn't care about snacks and rushed forward, dragging Fang Jing's hand and not letting go.
"Oooh! Brother! I really can't finish it. Please, burn these things. I will listen to you whatever you say from now on."
Fang Jing couldn't laugh or cry, "These are three years of junior high school studies. I'm not asking you to finish them now. Besides, you just graduated from elementary school, how can you do them?"
"That's right! I just graduated from elementary school. I can't tell whether the capital letters are twenty-six or twenty-four, and I can't do it even if they are given to me."
After thinking about these things, Fang Hui was instantly resurrected with full health. She almost shocked her just now. She thought she had to finish them all during this holiday.
Three years, haha! It made me angry and I was all fired up. At worst, I said it was a mouse.
"Don't eat them all, leave some for Bald and Erya." Fang Hui stuffed everything into his mouth like a starving ghost reincarnated, Fang Jing kindly reminded him.
"Why leave it to them? I won't give it to them."
"Whatever you want! If I remember correctly, you will start school in a week. Why don't you say goodbye to your little friends?"
"It's okay! It's not like I won't come back."
"How to get back? It's dozens of miles away, and you can only come back for vacations twice a year. Besides, I'm not at home, so you won't have a place to eat when you come back."
"Brother! Don't scare me. Where are you going if you're not at home?" Fang Hui put down the things in his hands and looked at Fang Jing nervously.
"Of course, if you go to the county or somewhere further away, you wouldn't think that I would farm all my life, right?
But these are all things for later. Before that, I will make arrangements for you first. You are admitted to the County No. 3 Middle School. There is no student dormitory, so you have to rent your own room."
"Phew!" Fang Hui breathed a sigh of relief, "I was scared to death. I thought you were going to go out to work."
Fang Jing smiled. After all, he was also a member of the reborn army. If he got to the point where he worked in a factory, it would be a discredit to this industry.
Besides, it is impossible to work part-time. There is no future and you can only eat a bowl of youth food.
"Okay, you stay at home. I have something to do with Uncle Qi and the others. I have instant noodles in my bag when I'm hungry."
Taking out a wad of money, Fang Jing counted five thousand and walked outside the house.
Four thousand of this money was given by the Metamorphosis program team, three thousand was given by Jia Chun, and the remaining money was given by Qin Yuanshan as pocket money.
…
That afternoon, Fang Jing ran around the village, going from house to house. When he came back, he had no money left and all his debts had been paid off.
After my parents divorced, my father left, saying he was going to work, but he hasn't heard from him for more than a year, and he hasn't sent any money home.
Without cell phone contact, Fang Jing didn't even know whether the father was dead or alive. Sometimes he even wanted to call the police.
The family needed money for everything, including firewood, rice, oil, and salt. He had no choice but to borrow money from door to door.
For this small amount of money, he humbled himself, said countless good things, and received endless looks.
The folks in the village, some of whom were relatives in Wufu, looked at him as if they were a plague and had no time to hide.
Most of the people who lent him money were uncles and aunts who didn't have much contact with him, although each family borrowed not much, ranging from three hundred, two hundred to fifty.
Fang Jing originally wanted to issue an IOU, but he didn't want the money. They just thought he was pitiful and there was no hope that he would repay the money.
The icing on the cake is not as good as providing help when the time is right. He remembers the names of these people and will never forget this kindness. If one day he becomes prosperous, he will repay it tenfold or a hundredfold.
As for those relatives! Haha! I don’t know them!
"Fang Jing, come and sit down when you have time!"
"Okay uncle, I will definitely come when I have time."
"Xiao Fang! Take this bacon back and eat it. You don't know that girl Fang Hui has been starving these past few days."
"Then you're welcome. I plan to move to the county in a few days. Isn't your Yingzi studying there? Ask her to come often when she has time."
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"It's different when my eldest nephew goes to a big city. His clothes are all new. How much money do he make? He doesn't treat your uncle or me to drinks either."
Passing by the door of his uncle's house, Fang Jing quickened his steps and didn't even look back.
"Hey! Why don't you speak? Hey! Bah! You're like a wolf with white eyes."
Fang Hou spit out thick phlegm and looked at Fang Jing's background with disgust.
Fang Jing was very busy in the next two days, selling pigs, houses and fields.
Fang Hui is in junior high school and has started to grow up. He has to go his own way. Since he has decided to leave, there is no point in keeping these things. He might as well exchange some activity funds.
As for where the old man will live when he comes back, whether he sleeps on the road or in a field, this is no longer his concern.