Wake up suddenly, back to the time when my wife and daughter had an accident

Meng Haisheng woke up Momo who was half asleep early in the morning, held her, and took the two elders of the Meng family to the county.

When Qu Lan saw Meng Yu's family, she couldn't help crying again.

The mother and daughter hugged their heads and cried for a long time before they calmed down their overly excited mood.

"Xiaoyu, Mom brought you some food and daily necessities. If you see anything missing, tell Haisheng that next time he comes to the county, Mom will ask him to bring it here."

Meng Yu looked at the large and small bags of things on the ground, and her voice was choked with sobs and she couldn't speak.

In this world, only her biological father and mother love her the most.

"I got you a hen, and you can stew it for Dachuan and Xiaochuan later. Look at how thin the two children are."

Dachuan and Xiaochuan rarely see so many people at once. The two of them have been standing behind Meng Yu. Their timid eyes make Qu Lan feel sad.

"Yeah."

Meng Yu responded and turned around to look at the two little bean sprouts behind him.

It's all her fault.

If she had not been so stubborn and had discussed it with her parents, the two children would not have suffered.

Meng Guangzhu, who had been silent, wanted to take a few puffs of dry tobacco.

But he remembered that Meng Haisheng always kept nagging him, saying that children should not smell tobacco, so he did not light the pipe with tobacco in it.

"Why are you crying all day? Hurry up and let Qiao Shangdong heal his leg injury. You two haven't got your marriage certificate yet, and your two children haven't been registered. Are you going to drag it on like this?"

Qiao Shangdong, who was sitting on the bed, had long been uncomfortable with Meng Guangzhu's glare.

"Dad."

Qiao Shangdong whispered like a kitten, and when he saw that Meng Guangzhu did not scold him, he continued to speak.

"When my leg is healed, I will give Xiaoyu a grand wedding and will not let the villagers gossip."

Meng Guangzhu snorted coldly.

"If it weren't for the fact that you've been nice to Xiaoyu, you wouldn't have gotten your other leg today."

Meng Guangzhu was furious with Qiao Shangdong, but for the sake of Mengyu and the two children, he reluctantly accepted Qiao Shangdong.

Meng Haisheng asked Momo to take Dachuan and Xiaochuan to play in the house, as he had more important things to do today.

The nursery class was recruiting students today, so he had to think of something new.

Originally, he just wanted to make a banner, but it looked a bit monotonous, and he couldn't answer every question.

So he wanted to make a bulletin board and write the details on it.

A bulletin board is easy to make, just nail a few wooden boards together.

When writing the bulletin, Meng Haisheng was in a dilemma.

He wanted to put a big red paper on the bulletin board, so that it would be more conspicuous.

But if he wrote on the red paper with a pencil, the color was too light and it was hard to see clearly.

He tried to buy a box of black watercolor pens, but the pens were too thin, so he could only write small words, and the words would be ugly if they were a little bigger.

Now Meng Haisheng was in a dilemma.

"It would be great if I could use a brush. It's just right to write with a brush."

Meng Haisheng has a good handwriting, but he has only learned hard pen writing and has never learned brush writing.

"Haisheng, how about letting me try."

Because the pressure in the room was too great, Qiao Shangdong, who ran to the door and sat down, asked Meng Haisheng tentatively.

"Brother-in-law, can you write with a brush?"

"I can write, but I don't know if it's good."

Qiao Shangdong's family was too poor to go to school, so he picked up a brush that no one wanted from the garbage dump.

He practiced beautiful calligraphy with this brush dipped in water.

But the brush writing in his hand was colorless, and he was not sure whether it would suit Meng Haisheng's taste.

"It's okay to know how to write. I'll go buy a brush and ink now."

The ink sold in the store stinks. As soon as he opened the lid, Meng Haisheng frowned.

He carried a table outside the door, spread red paper on it, and asked Qiao Shangdong to write.

Qiao Shangdong hadn't touched a brush for a long time. He first dipped a little ink and practiced a few words on a blank piece of paper, and then began to write the enrollment brochure for Meng Haisheng.

Many people in the textile factory staff community saw Meng Haisheng tidying up the yard a few days ago.

This early morning, he moved tables and wrote calligraphy, attracting several female comrades with children.

Qiao Shangdong's calligraphy is true. Meng Haisheng liked it very much after just reading two words.

Several aunts watching nearby were even more amazed, saying that they hadn't seen a young man who could write such beautiful calligraphy for a long time.

Meng Haisheng's enrollment brochure was quite long.

Halfway through, Qiao Shangdong was surrounded by many people.

An old man saw Qiao Shangdong's calligraphy and couldn't help but praise it.

But Meng Haisheng saw only sadness.

Qiao Shangdong has a pair of dark and rough hands. He has been doing rough work for many years, and his hands are full of calluses and small cuts.

But even with such hands, the words he writes are extremely beautiful and meaningful.Momentum.

Meng Haisheng, who was standing by, thought that Qiao Shangdong was unwilling to live a mediocre life.

"Comrade, what's the matter with your small daycare class?"

An auntie couldn't wait to ask before Qiao Shangdong finished writing the enrollment brochure.

She had only heard of small daycare classes in kindergartens before, and this was the first time she heard of small daycare classes in elementary schools.

"I have a teacher here who can help pick up the children from school every afternoon and come to our small daycare class."

"After the parents get off work, they can come to the small daycare class to pick up the children."

"Don't elementary school students go home by themselves after school? Why do we need to pick them up? Isn't this a waste of money?"

The auntie didn't agree with Meng Haisheng's small daycare class.

"Auntie, we get off work at the textile factory at 5 o'clock in the morning and 5:30 in the evening. After work, I have to cook in a hurry and help my children with their homework."

"If the children are well-behaved, I will be a little tired. If the children are naughty, I will yell at them."

"Just think about it, parents have worked all day and don't even want to say they are tired, so how can they have the energy to take care of their children."

The female workers in the textile factory work in three shifts, and the work is very tiring. They stand for 8 hours and there is no place to sit.

After standing for a whole day, their legs are about to break, and they have to cook, do housework, and help their children with their studies.

After a day, when they go to bed at night, they are really exhausted physically and mentally.

If there is a small daycare class, female comrades who get off work will have at least three hours of quiet time.

Without the noise of children, the efficiency of cooking and housework will be much higher.

Meng Haisheng never tires of explaining the benefits of his small daycare class to the onlookers.

"There is another advantage of my daycare center. Every day, there are teachers to pick up the children after school, so the children will not run around after school."

"Now each family has only one child, which is precious. It is so painful to bump into them when they are playing outside."

Quyang County has begun to implement the policy of only having one child for dual-income families. If any family dares to have more than one child, they will be directly fired.

When Meng Haisheng talked about the children running around, someone in the crowd suddenly started talking, "By the way, have you heard that there were six children here who were almost abducted by human traffickers on the weekend."

"I know, I know, it's in Building 5, and one of them is the child of my relative."

"Their family happened to work the night shift this week. When they came back from the night shift, they saw two unfamiliar women taking their son and several other children of similar age out of the community."

"My relative shouted, what are you doing, and the two women ran away . "

"Later he asked his son, saying that the two women wanted to take them to buy some Water Margin cards and popsicles."

"If the six children, four boys and two girls, were abducted by human traffickers, would the adults in the family still be alive?"

"Who said it wasn't? But there's nothing we can do. It's a dual-income family, one works the night shift and the other the morning shift, so we can only let the children play outside by themselves."

"Well, they also think that it's okay for the children to grow up. They are already seven or eight years old. Who would have thought that human traffickers would abduct such a big child?"

Everyone was discussing.

Most primary school students now walk home by themselves after school. There are not many cars on the streets, so the adults at home are relieved.

But sometimes people's hearts are more terrifying than cars.