This is a sincere teaching from a mother.
In his memory, no one had ever said such words to him. The man who gave him life only taught him one sentence: If you want to be a master, you must be more ruthless than others.
No one told him what it means to repay a favor, and no one told him to take care of his health outside and work hard.
Ye Cong looked up at the small yard. Farming tools were placed in the corner of the yard. Washbasins and other washing supplies were placed on the ground beside the well. There was a long rope hanging in the yard. Used to dry quilts.
Standing here, he could even see how Xinya was running around the yard when he was a child, helping his mother with work.
"Mom, didn't I send money to my dad before? Don't keep all the money between you and my dad." Xin Ya went over to help her mother light the fire and was still talking.
"Don't touch that money. Miaomiao and Yangyang are both in school. There will be time to spend a lot of money in the future. Besides, Mom doesn't want you to be rich. Don't embarrass yourself because of money." Xinya's mother said while busy. Said.
Xinya lowered her eyes slightly. She gave her father thousands of dollars every month, but she didn't dare to give too much at once for fear that her mother would think she had done something improper.
After all, in this kind of place, there is little information. Sometimes when the villagers say who has made a lot of money, the men will say that they were deceived and the women will say that they have done some shameful deeds.
"Also, since you sent so much money back, your dad and I discussed and donated some to the school, which can be used to improve the food for the children." Xinya's mother continued to talk to her daughter. Xinya was very happy. Listen carefully.
In the past two years, she has met a lot of rich people, and she has also seen a lot of actors who compete with each other on bags, clothes, and cosmetics on the set. But every time she listens to those people talking, she feels that it is not real. Instead, it is her mother. Talking about these things with her will make her feel real.
Rich people have their own way of living, and poor people have their own way of living.
So there is nothing to compare.
"Go and ask your dad to light the stove in Yangyang's room. Don't freeze the boss in such a cold weather." Xinya's mother finished talking and sent her daughter out.
Xinyao said, "There is only one stove in the house that is used to boil water and keep warm in winter. It is usually placed in the main room."
When Xinya came out, Ye Cong was standing outside. She said, "Boss, why are you standing here?"
"People outside of your dialect really can't understand a few words." For example, just now, he understood a message of gratitude.
Xinya grinned, "In small places, they can also speak your city dialect. They can speak it well enough to understand it."
Ye Cong looked at Xinya's smiling face and reached out to touch her head, "What did you say to auntie just now?"
Aunt
Every time I hear this title, Xinya wants to slander him. People in the mountains get married early, especially children who don’t go to school. They can talk about marriage at 17 or 18 years old, especially at the time of her mother. He was eighteen when he got married and nineteen when he gave birth to her. In other words, her mother is only thirty-nine this year, and Ye Cong is already over thirty, okay
Ye Cong doesn't think there is any problem at all. This hierarchy cannot be messed up. If you are now called eldest brother or eldest sister, how can you change your name to "parents" in the future
This cannot be messed up, this cannot be messed up.