The Little Sister in the Cultivation World

Chapter 346: The Army
"Just you wait and see. Once they've tasted the wine you brought back, your grandpa's wine will be gone in no time." As if afraid that Grandpa Su wasn't upset enough, he deliberately raised his voice so that Grandpa Su in the courtyard could hear him more clearly.

Grandpa Su: "..." The thought of his future wine being stolen made his face twitch with heartache. His already fierce face became even more menacing, enough to scare a group of children to tears.

Suddenly I had the idea of ​​cutting ties with those old guys. What's going on?

No way, this time we have to squeeze a few more jars out of this debt collector, just in case.

Su Jiaojiao: "..." So after all that, she was the only one who got hurt?
Su Jiaojiao, who was in the kitchen, had no idea what Grandpa Su was planning. She was chatting and laughing with Grandma Su as they started preparing a meal.

Although Su Jiaojiao can't hold a spatula, she can hold a knife, and her vegetable-cutting skills have been recognized by the whole family.
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After having dinner at the Su family's old house, Su Jiaojiao strolled leisurely down the street like a street urchin, carrying her military green crossbody bag and looking quite content.

Hmm! Before returning to Big Locust Tree Village, she plans to look for more opportunities and see what she still needs.

Even if I don't lack anything... I can just take it back and sell it to the female lead, right?
Hey~ A qualified capitalist doesn't work hard to earn money himself, but lets others earn money for him, so that money can make money.

Suddenly, Su Jiaojiao saw a familiar figure carrying a net bag of dried mushrooms and coarse grains, hurrying away and disappearing around the corner of an alley ahead.

Su Jiaojiao unconsciously raised her eyebrows high.

Comrade Lao Huang?

I came here because Xiaodu heard there's a black market in the heart, supposedly quite large, so I came to see if the people here are any good, and then see if this is my destiny.

That alley is so far from her home, what was she going there for?

uncertain!
With a thought, he immediately extended his divine sense in the direction where the person had disappeared.

Then she saw that the middle-aged woman wearing a nearly new blue coat, black pants, and green rubber shoes was none other than Comrade Lao Huang.
Should she be at work right now? An accountant shouldn't need to go out for social events alone, right?

These are not the main points; the main point is the strange expression on her face at that moment.

Could it be... tsk~ I'm a little worried about Old Su's head.

Su Jiaojiao immediately shook her head, rejecting her previous guess and withdrawing her thought. Putting aside Old Su's appearance, the fact that he still had a six-pack at his age made Old Huang wonder how blind he would be to go out and mess around.

Despite thinking this, I couldn't help but quicken my pace.

Huang Yan carried her things and turned left and right in the alley for a while before finally stopping at the entrance of a small courtyard.

The gate to the courtyard was not closed, and you could immediately see a skinny, ill-mannered child in the yard, who was struggling to scrub a piece of clothing in a washbasin.

He didn't pay much attention to the splashing water that soaked his dusty, patched cloth shoes. "Dajun, are you doing laundry? Is your mom at work today?" Huang Yan greeted him with a smile, carrying her things and walking inside with practiced ease.

The child, who was still focused on rubbing the clothes in his hands, suddenly looked up when he heard this. When he saw that it was the aunt who was helping him and his mother, he immediately put on a warm but awkward smile.

"Auntie, come in and sit down. I'll get you a glass of water." Dajun said, quickly getting up and rushing into the house. He said, "My mom hasn't come back from work yet. We're doing fine, thank you, Auntie." It's better than their old home. At least here, there are no family members who would beat and scold them at the drop of a hat.

Huang Yan wasn't surprised to hear this, but quickly looked up to stop him, saying, "Dajun, stop what you're doing. I just came to see how you're doing and to bring you some local produce that my daughter brought back." As she spoke, she put the net bag in her hand on the table.

Upon hearing this, Dajun's eyes immediately welled up with tears. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but his tongue-tied and somewhat self-conscious nature prevented him from even knowing how to say something polite. He could only stammer, "Thank you, Auntie."

It's ironic that someone who is clearly a blood relative in that family is now treated worse than an outsider.

Afraid that the other person would notice her vulnerability, she quickly lowered her head and took out an enamel cup from a somewhat old but still clean cupboard, intending to pour Huang Yan a glass of water.

Huang Yan clearly understood the child's personality. Perhaps due to family reasons, the child was somewhat dull. Hearing this, she didn't mind, smiled, and then began to look around the room.

Looking at the thermos and ceramic cup in Dajun's hands, and the enamel basin on the washstand that she had noticed as soon as she entered the door... and the obvious bicycle wheel marks in the yard.

Huang Yan's heart sank.

It's not that she can't stand seeing others do well; as a military wife herself, she understands the hardships of being one.

Therefore, she hopes that all military wives will have good days.

However, all of these things that are visible on the surface require industrial tickets. Although these tickets are not that hard to obtain, they are rarely circulated, let alone bicycle tickets.

These are just the things that are on the surface. How much more is there that we haven't seen?
After all, she knew that her husband's pension, if not all of it, was at least mostly in the hands of her in-laws.

No matter what storm raged in her heart, Huang Yan still happily accepted the water offered by the boy, who was noticeably plumper than when he first arrived in Beijing. She asked with concern, "Dajun, are you settling in well at school? Are you keeping up with your studies? Are you getting along well with your classmates?"

Upon hearing the mention of schools, Dajun surprisingly broke into a genuine smile: "The schools here are very good. At first, the schools were struggling to keep up, but recently I've been catching up."

He didn't talk about his relationship with his classmates, since he was from out of town and had a local accent, which made him a laughing stock as soon as he opened his mouth, so he stopped talking much after that.

But he didn't really care. He was just sitting there to study hard; nothing else mattered.

He knew exactly what he wanted.

Huang Yan smiled kindly upon hearing this, reached out and patted his still somewhat thin shoulder, saying, "If you have any difficulties, you can come to your aunt. Your uncle and I will help you as much as we can. Things are not peaceful outside lately, so you and your mother should be careful and not fall for other people's tricks."