Quick Transmigration: My First Female Skill Takes Effect

After a flurry of words popped out, Wang Ziyi's anger finally dissipated.

She asked for a bowl of water, drank it, and looked at Wang Hong with hope in her eyes: "Let's go, let's set off."

"I'll go too."

Wang Qing followed behind the two, reaching out his hand and calling out.

The three of them went out, and the afternoon sun chased after them, shining beams of light on them and forming shadows on the ground.

Late May.

It was just the right temperature, warm or cool.

Wang Qi sat on a small stool, holding a Chinese textbook in her hand. She already knew the characters and could read it.

When you encounter an unfamiliar character, mark it down and ask your family.

"Mom, have you ever taken my third sister to stay at a village production brigade's house?"

At night, the lights come on, dispelling the darkness inside and leaving only warm light.

Wang Qi asked Zhang Yanzi, who was writing a promotion plan at the table, with a serious expression.

Zhang Yanzi put down the pen she had just opened, picked up the child and placed him on the chair opposite her, shaking her head: "No, your older siblings are living a life of luxury in our family."

I've never been to the countryside.

Unlike her, who grew up in front of the stove.

Wang Qi frowned. She couldn't understand how her third sister knew about life in the production brigade. As for her third sister's excuse, she certainly didn't believe it.

"What's wrong? Bao'er, did she bully you?" Zhang Yanzi asked worriedly when she saw her frowning.

My impression of the third brother plummeted to its lowest point.

Wang Qi shook her head. She told her mother everything her third sister had said, as well as her doubts and questions about her third sister.

Zhang Yanzi lowered her head, a glint of excitement flashing in her eyes: "Bao'er, Mommy will ask Lao San. I'll tell you the answer after I get it, okay?"

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Mom."

"It's not hard work."

Wang Tiezhu came in at this moment and joined in: "Come on, Bao'er, you can ask Dad if you don't know any words." He was a junior high school graduate.

He was proud of his wife, who only had an elementary school education!

He flashed a smile at Zhang Yanzi, revealing eight big white teeth: "I'll teach Bao'er how to study."

Zhang Yanzi rolled her eyes at him. Didn't he even know who Bao'er turned to first when she encountered a problem? It was her, her mother.

She picked up her pen and, listening to the father and daughter reading aloud beside her, began to revise her study plan.

The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, a day still has twenty-four hours, and a week passes by so slowly and quietly.

The morning was bright and clear.

Zhang Yanzi was at home on her day off.

She specially called Wang Hong and Wang Qing into the house, and the three of them sat together peacefully, a rare occurrence.

The three men's high noses looked remarkably similar under the sunlight.

Wang Hong was uneasy.

Wang Qing was confused.

Zhang Yanzi: "There are only the three of us in the house, so I'll just say what I have to say. Eldest brother, you haven't found a job yet, have you?" Although it was a question, her tone was one of certainty.

"...No."

Afraid of seeing her mother's disappointment, Wang Hong lowered her head and waited for the scolding that followed.

But Zhang Yanzi didn't utter any complaints or angry words. She simply asked calmly again, "So, are you planning to get married or go to the countryside?"

"You're only fifteen. Getting married too early will make it harder to have children."

At this point, marriage and childbirth are linked; there's no idea of ​​waiting two years before having children.

It's a popular trend to get married this year and have a baby next year.

At sixteen, her body was not yet fully developed, and it was not a suitable age to get pregnant. Zhang Yanzi thought of her own ignorance when she was young, and that's why she decided to give her eldest daughter some advice.

When Wang Hong heard about giving birth, her face turned red, and she whispered, "Mom."

Zhang Yanzi didn't respond, but looked at her, waiting for her answer.

Two or three minutes later, a breeze blew in, ruffling Wang Hong's neat hair, which then fluttered backward. When the wind subsided, the hair returned to its original position.

"Mom, I... I don't want to get married. I'd rather go to the countryside."

Wang Hong never mentioned whether she could let her take over her job. Perhaps she thought about it, but she never said it.

She was always the most obedient child in the family.

Zhang Yanzi actively accepted her eldest daughter's decision to go to the countryside, as it was advantageous for her.

But after all, he is her biological child.

"I've always known that you're a sensible child. Your dad and I miss you too, but it was Bao'er who came up with the idea. Remember how good your little sister is to you."

She looked at her eldest daughter earnestly and said, "Having skills in the countryside makes a world of difference."

"Wu Kang from the machine factory owes your dad a favor, and I'm planning to use that to have her teach you how to drive a tractor."

"There are still more than two months before you go to the countryside. After you learn the skills, you can become a tractor driver and live a much easier life than others."

Driving a tractor is a skilled job.

Very few people would.

"Also, if you are more diligent and observant, try to get Master Wu to teach you how to fix some frequently broken parts. That would be even better for you."

A heavenly melody rang in Wang Hong and Wang Qing's ears, and the latter even rubbed their ears in disbelief.

It's hard to believe that a mother who only knew how to sell her daughter for money in her past life is now so considerate of her daughter.

Tears streamed down Wang Hong's face. She thought she was the least favored person in the family, the least likely to be seen, so she worked diligently and never caused trouble.

She only asks her parents to say a few good words about her.

To her utter surprise, all she wanted was a piece of candy, but her parents gave her a can of malted milk powder instead.

"...Mom." Wang Hong rushed over and hugged Zhang Yanzi's back, calling out "Mom" as tears streamed down her face like curtains after the rain.

"I will study hard, I will study hard, so that you and Dad's favors will not be wasted."

Wang Hong wouldn't refuse; she just never actively asked for it, but if it were handed to her, she would know whether it was good or bad.

Zhang Yanzi felt a little awkward hugging her eldest daughter for the first time. She patted Wang Hong's shoulder and told her to sit down: "It's a good thing, you can't cry, otherwise you'll cry away your good fortune and it will turn into a bad thing."

"Uh-huh."

Wang Hong nodded, her nose tingling with emotion.

"Alright, go wash your face and go to your grandma's house to call Bao'er back." Zhang Yanzi sent her away.

Wang Qing didn't understand why her mother was keeping her here, so she nodded to her older sister and told her to hurry up.

Before you even get a bite of that delicious treat, you absolutely mustn't upset her parents, or you'll feel like you've missed out. Thinking about it now, you might slap yourself in the middle of the night.

Wang Hong went out to wash her face.

Only Wang Qing remained in the room. The complex emotions in Wang Qing's eyes had not yet subsided. When she looked up, she saw Zhang Yanzi staring at her.

A sudden, inexplicable chill ran down her spine, causing her to exclaim, "Mom, why are you looking at me like that?"

Zhang Yanzi glanced at Wang Qing from head to toe, her gaze finally settling on her eyes.

She suddenly spoke, her gaze fixed on Wang Qing: "You said your classmate told you about life in the rural production brigade, but I checked and none of your classmates' older brothers or sisters went to the countryside."

There was no support provided to rural areas as before.

Including elementary school classmates.

Upon hearing the familiar question, Wang Qing's body gradually stiffened. She stretched her hands back and forth, trying to relax her limbs.

Fear choked her throat, she exhaled and said.