Fang Hui looked at the 60,000 to 70,000 yuan on the bed and was so excited that she couldn't open her mouth from ear to ear. This was the first time she had seen so much money since she was a child, and she counted it over and over again.
"Come out, this is just a few dollars. From now on, I will follow your brother and I will enjoy the hot food."
"Yeah! It's all dad's fault. You said that if he was as smart as you and sold the house earlier, we wouldn't have suffered so many years."
"Crack!"
Fang Jing slapped her on the head, "What if dad sells the house and the family sleeps on the street? He has his own difficulties, you don't understand."
In rural areas, the house is the farmer's root and the field is the farmer's life. No one will touch these two things unless it is absolutely necessary.
Don't look at those uncles who smiled and praised Fang Jing for his ability and making a lot of money this time, but secretly they didn't know how to scold him for being a spendthrift and ineffective.
"Have you packed your things? I'll borrow a car and leave right away."
Fang Hui pointed to the snakeskin bag on the side and rolled her eyes, "I packed it a long time ago, you don't even have to ask."
The zipper of the old snakeskin pocket has long been broken. From Fang Jing's angle, you can completely see several pairs of cracked black rubber-soled shoes, which he wore before and later passed on to Fang Hui.
In rural areas, it is rare to buy new shoes. Basically, they are all made at home. It costs two yuan for rubber soles and three yuan for cloth and thread. A pair of brand new rubber-soled cloth shoes will come out a week later.
Because they are made at home, the insoles are very soft and comfortable to wear, and the quality is also great. I can wear a pair of shoes for a year without any problems. Children's feet grow fast, so they can't wear a pair before they are worn out, so they can only
Wear it for your younger siblings.
Throwing out the worn shoes, Fang Jing said calmly: "I don't want these anymore. I'll buy you new ones later. Also, these clothes have holes in them, why are you taking them? The same goes for the pants, why are you taking them from dad?"
?..."
After a while, Fang Hui's "duffel bag" shrank by more than half, leaving only a few pieces of clothing, and the colorful things on the ground were covered with rags and rags from Fang Jing's mouth.
"Brother! What are you doing! This cotton-padded jacket is still new and can be worn in winter. I also have these small leather shoes. I haven't worn them even a few times. If you have money, you can't waste it like this!"
"No more, no more, I'll buy new ones later."
"But……"
"Don't worry, we have money now, several thousand."
The few items Fang Hui picked out were gifts from other people who couldn't wear them. Fang Jing felt really distressed and threw them away without even thinking.
…
Rongcheng is a small 18th-tier county with a population of 500,000 people. It has a history of more than 80 years. The county used to have four gates: southeast, northwest and northwest. People of the older generation like to call themselves Beimen people or Ximen people, as if
Appear superior to others.
The place Fang Jing rents is in the west of the city, which is what their young people call it. It used to be the county center, but now it is the LC district. Ace No. 2 Middle School is nearby, two kilometers away from No. 3 Middle School.
He found a tricycle and dragged his things to a small three-story courtyard. Fang Jing turned off the engine and got off the car. Before he could enter the door, a woman in her forties or fifties on the third floor stretched her head out of the window and said, "Come on, Fang Jing. What's wrong?"
Don’t you want to say hello in advance?”
"Teacher Xu, I thought you had class today, so I didn't dare to disturb you."
The landlord Xu Li is the Chinese teacher of No. 2 Middle School and the former teacher of the prospect class. They have a good relationship. The last time Fang Jing went to the city, he happened to see her family renting out a house for three thousand a year. He rented one floor with two bedrooms and one living room.
Kitchen and separate bathroom.
"Okay! Stop talking nonsense. I'll call you for dinner later. Is that your sister? Remember to call her together."
Before Fang Jing could say anything, Xu Li retracted her head.
"Brother, who is this? Do you know him?"
"My head teacher has been to our house before, just call her Aunt Xu."
"Homeroom teacher, teacher." Fang Hui was frightened as soon as he heard these words. He looked at Fang Jing hesitantly and whispered, "Why don't we change the place? It won't work here."
"Don't worry, Teacher Xu is very nice. He can teach you how to do your homework if you have nothing to do. You can't find such a good place even if you hold a lantern. Don't be stunned. Move your things to the second floor first."
After jumping off the tricycle, Fang Hui walked forward slowly with heavy steps as if he were on the execution ground. Alas! He sighed and finally went upstairs.
"Is this guy having a seizure? Why are you renting a place like this? Are you sure you won't push me into a fire pit?"
Each bedroom has a bed, and the bedding has been folded, which Fang Jing bought in advance. Now he only needs pots and pans. The one by the window is reserved for Fang Hui, and Fang Jing chooses the other one.
After moving the east-west scenery, she went upstairs to greet her and picked up a few kilograms of fruit. Teacher Xu was very generous and she should be thanked.
"Fang Jing, when did you learn this trick? Take it back." Xu Li's face changed instantly when she saw the thing in his hand.
"There's no one who comes to visit without bringing something with them. Just be careful and don't get angry."
"You, Xu Meng, and the others used to work for me, so why didn't you bring gifts then?"
Fang Jing smiled awkwardly, "That would mean no money."
In junior high school, Fang Jing had excellent grades and won various competitions and composition awards. He was known as the killer weapon in the second middle school. Xu Li specially led him and a few students to sweep through the entire county junior high school. For this reason, he was awarded an outstanding teacher.
In order to provide them with free tutoring, she often came here for free tutoring. In fact, it was not just him, almost all the students in the class at that time came to her house for dinner.
Xu Li is a very nice person. She has done a lot of free tutoring for students. She doesn't go home at noon, and usually tutors poor students at school.
Seeing Fang Jing put things on the coffee table, Xu Li said with a dark face: "Then you are rich now? Where can you get rich, Mr. Fang?"
"Ahem! Teacher Xu, please stop teasing me. I sold all my house and fields."
Xu Li paused while chopping vegetables, and said calmly: "It's okay to sell it, your place is boring, what are your plans next?"
"I plan to write songs or novels." Fang Jing glanced at Xu Li guiltily.
In the eyes of most people, writing novels is not doing their job properly. At best, they are called Internet writers, and at worst, they are just coders.
"Really? You're good at writing novels, and you're good at Chinese. Let me know when you submit your manuscript, and I'll refer you to several magazines."
Emotional Xu Li thought she was writing a traditional novel and didn't dare to tell her. Fang Jing nodded silently.
After sitting for a while, he hurriedly retreated, saying too much would lead to mistakes. Besides, there was a large magistrate downstairs, and the tricycle was not returned.
It was already noon when they finished their work. As soon as the brother and sister went to Xu Li's house for dinner, Fang Hui was even more frightened when he saw his elder brother being trained like a grandson.
"Teacher Xu, if I'm not at home from now on, please keep an eye on Fang Hui for me. She's wearing fur!"
"It's okay! How skinny can it be? I've been teaching for so many years, I haven't seen anything like it."
Looking at the black-faced god, Fang Hui's face turned pale, and her little heart was beating loudly, "It's over! I've failed this time."
"Brother! Let's go!"
After eating and returning to the room, Fang Hui said pitifully.
"Where to go?"
"Go home, or rent a new place."
"Okay!" Fang Jing agreed without thinking. Before Fang Hui was happy, he continued: "You pay the rent."
"ah!!"
Fang Hui wailed, knowing that there was no chance.