Bringing the system to be a little ancestor in the 80s

Chapter 125

Only when she was lying on the bed at night did she ask him: "You don't want to be a graduate student, do you want to come out early to make money?"

"No...it's not..." Qiao Anjie answered without confidence.

"No?" Liu Ruoyun sat up and stared at him.

"Qiao Anjie, do you dare to look me in the eyes and say it once?"

Qiao Anjie looked at his daughter-in-law's bright eyes, and suddenly became nervous, "Gudu" swallowed.

"Well, I am."

Liu Ruoyun sneered, heh, little thing, he has learned to lie now.

"But it's really hard for me to watch you make money." Qiao Anjie argued.

"You go out early and come back late every day. I look at the dark circles under your eyes, and I regret making such a decision. I should have come out earlier to make money."

"How much money can you earn?" Liu Ruoyun asked back.

"You said you have a college degree now, how much salary can you make a month?"

"A few hundred, if it's almost two or three hundred, if it's better, plus subsidies or something, it might be four or five hundred."

"Then do you know how much our family spends every month?"

"One... one thousand?"

"Heh, our family has to eat milk and eggs in the morning, and meat and shrimp every day. Your daughter needs to buy new clothes, plus my skin care products, clothes, and bags. I can't beat a thousand dollars a month."

"So much?" Qiao An was surprised.

Many people, husband and wife both work, cannot earn so much money a month.

"So..." Liu Ruoyun continued, "Even if you earn four or five hundred a month, it's still not enough for our family."

Qiao Anjie: ...

He really thanked his wife, and was really comforted.

"No, what I mean is that although our family is not short of money now, there is no need for you to come out of school early to help me earn money.

On the contrary, I think you can always stick to your original intention and do what you think is meaningful, which is more important than making money. "

"But...but..."

Qiao Anjie wanted to say something, but Liu Ruoyun took the conversation away: "You don't even know how proud Sisi is because she has a college student father."

"Really...really?"

No father is unhappy to hear that his daughter is proud of him.

"Of course, she told me a few days ago that she wants to study hard like her father, and then she will be admitted to the Design Academy."

Because of this sentence, Qiao Anjie's blood boiled, and it also made him express his truest thoughts.

"To be honest, I really like reading, but I'm afraid you're working too hard alone."

"It's not hard, I have already resigned from the textile factory, and there are only two supermarkets, which are still my own shops, and many of the stalls are rented out.

And those things that need to be delivered are all delivered for me when you are on vacation. What hard work do I have? "

Liu Ruoyun's strong support finally completely dispelled Qiao Anjie's worries.

He lowered his head and kissed Liu Ruoyun's forehead.

"Thank you, daughter-in-law, thank you very much."

The husband and wife had made an agreement, so they planned to wait for Qiao Anjie to tell the teacher when school started.

Next, just wait for the Chinese New Year.

This year, Old Man Qiao and his wife don't intend to go to the city.

From Da'an Village to Huangjue City, you need to change trains, transfer trains and transfer again.

The few children have no idea of ​​returning to Da'an Village.

Qiao Miao runs a restaurant, Liu Ruoyun runs a supermarket, the Chinese New Year is the busiest time, and Qiao Anshao, since he has a girlfriend, has almost forgotten about his parents.

I wish I could go to An Xinxin's house for the New Year.

Only when Zhu Zi went home, he asked him to bring a lot of things.

Clothes, snacks, nutrition, fruit, and two boxes of milk.

Each of the three children stuffed 1000 yuan into Zhuzi's schoolbag and told him to hand it over to his grandparents.

It was the station where Qiao Anjie sent the pillars.

On the way back, he saw bright lights on both sides of the street, red couplets posted in front of the shops, and festive songs playing.

Under the gloomy sky, there is a piece of fiery red, showing the joy of the New Year everywhere.

But Qiao Anjie didn't seem to be able to feel the taste of the New Year anymore.

He remembered that life was very poor in the past, and during the Chinese New Year, gifts were always left handed and right handed, and those given by the owner were transferred to the west.

He and his eldest brother were so greedy, they quietly closed a small eye on the newspaper wrapped in sugar, dipped their fingers in a little bit, and tasted it.

A bag of white sugar was sent back and forth, and in the end only half a bag was left.

He still can't forget the sweetness of that candy.

The days before were really poor, but when I think about it, I feel very nostalgic.

Now the days are getting better and better, but I am getting farther and farther away from my family.

The eldest brother and his parents seem to be waiting forever in that remote village, becoming a symbol, representing his past.

These days, there is no shortage of food and clothing, but the only thing missing is the anticipation for the New Year.

The Chinese New Year is also Qiao Miao's busiest time.

Every New Year is like a checkpoint.

It used to be okay. I used to open a small restaurant, and I could close the door for two days, but now it's not good. Now people are waiting to have a reunion dinner at her restaurant.

Qiao Miao is also a workaholic, every day she has to take turns to squat in various restaurants, and must control the raw materials and dishes one by one.

I have to settle accounts at night.

Qiao Miao is pretty and has a good attitude. Many customers in the store go to her because of her reputation.

Whenever they meet, they will greet her: "Manager Qiao, are you here again today?"

Qiao Miao smiled at the man: "Yes."

"You are really responsible. If you want me to say, leave it to the people below."

Qiao Miao smiled politely: "Look at it and feel at ease."

The man stopped talking, turned his back and said to his colleague, "Have you seen this manager? He is in his 20s and has opened three stores."

"So powerful?" The companion was also surprised: "Where is her husband?"

"What husband? You're not married, and you don't even have a partner."

"Not married yet? If anyone finds her, won't they make a lot of money?"

"Hey, what did you earn? A woman in her 20s earns so much money. How did she come here? Think about it..."

A short sentence can arouse the worst guesses in people's hearts.

"That's right, this kind of money may come from somewhere."

"I'm afraid it's left over by others, hehe, I don't even want to give it to me."

Qiao Miao was standing at the counter and counting the flow of water. These words were neither light nor heavy, and they just fell into her ears.

She raised her head, her expression paused.

The little girl at the front desk heard it too, with a hint of embarrassment on her face: "Manager Qiao, that...don't listen to their nonsense, we all know what kind of person you are."

Qiao Miao just sneered, "It's okay, I'm used to it."

Are you used to it?
There are so many people coming and going in the restaurant, who hasn't she seen?

There were those who knew she was rich and stalked her, and some who made wild guesses about her because of her beauty. At first, she was a bit angry.

Now, these things are not worth the slightest emotional value from her.

Her heart is like a wall of copper and iron, able to block swords, guns and axes.

(End of this chapter)