No one has ever told Zhao Xiaoqin that it was an amazing skill, and no one told her that she was better than most people. Because after hearing Dongyang's praise, Zhao Xiaoqin was completely confused.

Brother Dongyang patted her shoulders and said earnestly: "You are just too unconfident. Just tell you that if you know how to read and read, you can live well no matter where you go. Really, I didn't lie to you."

"I, I've actually been learning to read all the time. If Teacher Wen doesn't teach me, I'll let my brother teach you," Zhao Xiaoqin said absent-mindedly.

Dongyang nodded affirmatively: "You are so good, really. You have to make your decision on your future. I don't instigate you to do anything. You go back and think about it carefully, what exactly you want and what kind of life you want."

Zhao Xiaoqin came home with her brain that had been cleaned by Dongyang. Dongyang let out a heavy breath and finally persuaded her. If Zhao Xiaoqin was still depressed, she really didn't know how to persuade her.

When I entered the inner room, I found that Mrs. Wu was lying on the kang with bright eyes, as if she was listening to them.

"Milk, have you not slept for a while?" Dongyang lifted the corner of the quilt to check whether the mattress was clean.

Old Mrs. Wu looked at her and looked at her for a while before saying, "Qingqing, you are better than Xiaoqin. She can live anywhere, and you will not be bad."

The old lady really heard it. It seemed that she wanted to say a lot.

Sure enough, the old lady said a lot next, all of whom were praising her granddaughter. Finally, she said: "Qingqing, my mother always feels not energetic these days, so I'm afraid she won't last long. After living for so many years, she's still worth it. My mother just can't rest assured that she can't stand you."

Dongyang's eyes and nose felt sore, and tears fell down.

Old Mrs. Wu reached out to wipe her tears, but when she raised her hand halfway, she lost her strength and fell down again.

"Qingqing, I have something hidden in my breasts. Please take it out," said Mrs. Wu suddenly.

The ground where Mrs. Wu hid things was really secret, under the floor table. The solid wood was made of the floor table, which was very heavy. Dong Yang tried hard to move it away, and dug it with a shovel for a long time before digging out a rusty iron box.

I pried open the iron box with a knife, and there was a box inside, which was made of wood. Although it was very old, the carved patterns were still clearly visible and very delicate.

Dongyang did not open the wooden box, but gave it to the old lady and asked her to beat it by herself.

The old lady didn't do anything and signaled that Dongyang would open.

"Milk, what's in it?" Dong Yang asked curiously while opening the box.

After asking, the box was opened.

There was also a layer of cloth inside. When I lifted it open and saw what was inside, Dong Yang almost fell off his chin.

Oh Huo, I really didn't realize that Mrs. Wu's family is quite rich.

The cloth was covered with gold, silver jewelry and gems. Dongyang didn't know much about these things, so she was just a vulgar person, just knowing gold, silver. After a rough calculation, this box of jewelry alone was enough for their grandparents and grandchildren to live a good life.

Old Mrs. Wu looked at these jewelry with extremely complicated eyes. She sighed and said to the origin of these things.

It turned out that Mrs. Wu's family didn't live here for several years, and they beg from other places. The people here saw that this family was very pitiful, so they took root here.

Others only think that their family has experienced ups and downs and downs, but in fact, begging is just a disguise of their family. Their family was doing business several years ago and had a lot of wealth. Later, current affairs changed and the family suffered, so they had to change their faces and look for vitality.

They were always low-key, and the generation of Mrs. Wu was no different from that of the native villagers. Mrs. Wu married Mrs. Wu. In order to live a stable life, they decided to continue to bury these things in the soil and leave them for their descendants.

Old Man Wu and Old Mrs. Wu have no children, only Wu Qing, the granddaughter he picked up. Naturally, all these things will be left to her.

"Qingqing, even if you marry Xiaoshan in the future, don't let yourself down in front of their family. You are not nothing. If you leave Wen Xiaoshan and leave Wen's family, you will still be hungry!" At the end, Old Mrs. Wu grabbed Dongyang's hand and said earnestly.

The old lady's hands were quite strong, and she hurt Dongyang's hands.

She seemed to want to use this pain to tell her granddaughter not to be wronged by anyone.

Dongyang's tears never stopped. She really didn't expect that Mrs. Wu would say this to her. An old lady of such an old age, who had never studied, had lived in the village all her life, and her thoughts should be very backward. But now, she actually said something that would be out of date after decades. It was really rare.

Even if the young couple gets divorced more than 30 years later, no matter how much grievance the woman suffers, most of the parents, relatives and friends of the woman will advise the woman not to be wronged and divorced quickly.

After all, it is all because of love for your granddaughter.

There is no blood relationship between them, but sometimes blood relationship is not a measure of estrangement at all.

"Milk, I will not only not be hungry for myself, but I will also live a good life," Dongyang held Mrs. Wu's hand and said firmly.

The grandparents and grandchildren cried, calmed down and began to count their belongings.

After counting, Dongyang carefully wrapped the box and hid it carefully in the kang cabinet.

For the next period of time, Dongyang was quite busy. He read and studied, and took Mrs. Wu for a walk in the village. Occasionally, he had to be Zhao Xiaoqin's intimate sister and talked to her about her future in life.

Zhao Xiaoqin finally decided to resist and told her parents very firmly that she would not accept the young man in the next village, and said that she wanted to find a partner to marry herself.

Such remarks angered Carpenter Zhao, and he beat Zhao Xiaoqin hard. Even so, Zhao Xiaoqin did not surrender and threatened that if they forced her again, they would die.

The Zhao family is all the same temper. She forced her to die, so Carpenter Zhao simply said harshly: "If you miss, go to die. If you can't die, get married quickly."

The last time I saw Zhao Xiaoqin was on the eve of New Year's Day, it was snowing heavily that day. Dongyang was squatting in front of the stove pit to burn the kang. Zhao Xiaoqin came over to face the wind and snow.

She was beaten by Carpenter Zhao again, with wounds on her face, red and swollen eyes, but her eyes were clear and vivid.

"Wu Qing, can you lend me some money?" Zhao Xiaoqin begged straight to the point.

I just sold some of the food in my family to store my family, but I had enough money, but not much.

Dongyang told the truth: "I don't have much money now, so I can't lend you all the money in my hand."

"It's okay. You can lend me as much as you can. I promise I will return it to you in the future. If you don't worry, I can write an IOU." Zhao Xiaoqin said.

Dongyang really found a paper and pen and wrote an IOU and asked Zhao Xiaoqin to sign and seal it. He gave her the money. After hesitating for a moment, Dongyang still asked, "What are your plans?"
Chapter completed!