Chapter 298: Why Go Waste That Money

Chunxiao has been trying to please her family these past few days because she does not want to attend middle school at the commune; she wants to study in the county, arguing that the teachers in the county teach better than those at the commune, but her father and mother naturally do not wish for this.

After all, studying in the county still requires paying for accommodation and meals; since it can clearly be saved, why must this extra expense be incurred?

Besides, one cannot take the university entrance exam now anyway; where does it matter where one studies? Why go waste that money?

Liu Chuxue actually knows that the college entrance exam will be restored in a few more years, but she cannot say this; moreover, there is nothing wrong with middle school at the commune; she can just take the exam to study high school in the county in the future; even if the teaching strength at the commune cannot compare to the county, is there not her?

So she also does not quite support Chunxiao going to middle school in the county.

Once Liu's mother and Chunxiao left, the father and daughter immediately got to work; together they washed the vegetables, then Liu's father was responsible for chopping them, while Liu Chuxue was responsible for spreading the chopped vegetables on the roof made of coal ash; their cooperation was very tacit.

After Liu Chuxue came down from the roof for the last time: "Dad, after I finish the exam tomorrow, I need to go to my sister's place; leave some of the cucumbers and melons in the private plot for her."

Liu's father was washing the knife and cutting board: "We were already saving them for her; those melons grew quite well; our family cannot eat that many anyway; in a few days, why not send some to the procurement station?"

Liu Chuxue thought the price at the procurement station was not high; "Dad, later I will ask the people at the Ding Zhiqing point to see if they will trade; that is better than sending them to the procurement station, and we won't even have to trouble ourselves to deliver them."

Liu's father heard this and thought it made sense: "But there are quite a lot of those melons; can they take that many?"

"Send some to my sister, we keep a bit more, and give the rest to the few families who helped us before; the first harvest won't leave much anyway."

Seeing that his daughter had already made all the arrangements, he smiled and said: "Alright, I'll listen to you."

When Fu Yan Cheng received the investigation results, his eyebrows were furrowed so tightly they could crush a fly; he truly could not figure out what grudge his own family or the Liu family or the Wang family had, so why would they have someone specifically spread those rumors in the family compound?

He picked up the phone and dialed a number: "Grandpa, it's me."

"Why are you, you rascal, calling?"

"Do you have time now? I want to come over."

Hearing his grandson say this, he knew it must be something important; he looked at the clock hanging on the wall: "Alright, come over."

Fu Yan Cheng moved quite fast; he arrived at the compound in half an hour.

The eldest uncle's wife saw him enter the courtyard: "Fu Yan Cheng, how do you have time to come over?"

"Eldest uncle's wife, I came to find Grandpa for something."

"Your grandpa is in the study."

"Alright, I'll go in first then."

Watching Fu Yan Cheng enter the room, a trace of envy flashed through her heart; yes, it was envy; it was envy of her sister-in-law; in this life, she had subconsciously been comparing herself with her sister-in-law.

Not only was the number of her children less than her sister-in-law's, but the number of sons was even far worse.

Because she did not want her only son to suffer hardship, she stubbornly did not let him join the army; the resources in the old master's hands would probably all be left to Fu Yan Cheng, the only grandson who joined the military; thinking about it now, she regretted it.

Although the two families had occasional friction, their relationship was still quite good; the cousins got along quite well; the children of the second branch all had good character; in the future, with their protection, even if her children did not achieve great success, their days would not be bad; she was not too worried.

Fu Yan Cheng arrived at the study door, raised his hand, and knocked: "Grandpa, I'm back."

The old master Fu had been waiting: "Come in."