The two of them dug up two baskets, which they couldnât finish eating. After cleaning them, they gave some to Sister-in-law Jiang, some to Gu Lin next door, and made the rest into shepherdâs purse and meat buns, knowing that their cousin didnât have time. Now that Yangyang is studying abroad, itâs just the two of them at home. After Lin Wan finished, she sent them seven or eight buns.
When Little Star and Dingding came back, each ate two. In the evening, they didnât cook, instead made some egg drop soup with hot water, and ate the buns with garlic sauce, feeling quite satisfied. The one who ate the most was Han Yi, who managed to eat six by himself. Lin Wan looked at his belly and didnât see it swell up. She couldnât understand what kind of stomach he had to hold so much.
...
"Lan Hua, Hua Huaâs grandma is not doing well, should we go see her?" Du Guangjun only found out that Hua Huaâs grandma was ill and quite seriously when he was sending Hua Hua back.
Qiu Hualan had rented a small storefront next to the community, not big, selling her vegetable pastries and fried dough sticks in the evenings. When Du Guangjun came back, she was busy frying things. Upon hearing that Hua Huaâs grandma was sick, she was first surprised, then didnât feel much about it.
"Itâs just as well if she passes. If they go early, Hua Hua can be with her every day."
"We should still have a look. Letâs go tomorrow." Social etiquette required them to pay their respects. After all, they were long-term acquaintances. Hua Hua was already in the second year of junior high and would start the third year after the new year.
Qiu Hualan intended to have the child live on campus for high school to develop properly. The Li Family pampered Hua Hua too much, which wasnât a good thing.
"Arenât we supposed to visit Ah Qing tomorrow?"
Qiu Hualan then remembered she was supposed to visit her daughter. Thinking of her daughter, Qiu Hualan was filled with worry. After so many years, her daughter hadnât improved much. The only progress was not being afraid of people approaching her and being able to eat on time.
But she still sometimes zoned out and talked nonsense.
"Letâs visit Ah Qing the day after tomorrow, one day wonât matter."
"Alright, Iâll follow your lead."
These years, following Du Guangjun, Qiu Hualan lived in comfort and happiness. Although she experienced the loss of her parents, it was something everyone goes through. When her parents passed, they didnât suffer much, which was a comfort.
These were the only two times she returned to her hometown in recent years, both times for family funerals. Each time, she brought Du Guangjun back with her. She wanted to show the people back home that she, Qiu Hualan, was now a city dweller and was living well after enduring hardships.
Now her daughter had opened a factory in the south, and her grandson had grown up.
Qiu Hualan told her family like this; the people back home didnât know about Ye Qing, so they believed her, envying her greatly.
However, some people did ask where Ye Qingâs factory was located, what it made, and if it needed workers.
Just like Lin Yinghui, who opened a logistics company, and several young men from the village went to work there. Although heavy lifting was tiring, the pay was good, and the food was decent.
Many people wanted to go, but they were no longer hiring. Also, at Liang Hongmeiâs restaurant, several young women from the family worked there, with meals and lodging provided and a salary of 300 a month. It was better than guarding their small plots of land back home.
However, when Qiu Hualan boasted about her daughter, she also considered this aspect, telling people that Ye Qingâs place didnât provide meals or lodging, required twelve hours of work a day, and the pay wasnât high, only a bit more than 100 a month.
Upon hearing this, people definitely wouldnât want to go; work paying just a bit over 100 couldnât even cover meals and lodging. They felt like they were being tricked. Instantly, they regretted asking about this and knew Ye Qing was just as heartless as the Ye Family.
Qiu Hualan knew what they thought. She didnât care what others said, as long as they knew she, Qiu Hualan, was now better off than them.
Speaking of which, Qiu Hualan was making a good income with her small business, even though itâs just a few dimes and nickels. Adding it up annually, they could save ten to twenty thousand.
She and Du Guangjun saved all this money, planning for Hua Huaâs college expenses in the future.
....
"Today is the day your mother is supposed to visit you, isnât it? Why hasnât she come yet?" In the mental hospitalâs garden corridor, Ding Dongqin brought a basin of water, allowing Ye Qing to lie on the rocking chair as she helped her wash her hair. The sun was good today, with no wind, ideal for washing hair. Ding Dongqin deftly washed Ye Qingâs hair, indicating she did it often.
Yes, she had been working at this mental hospital for five years.