Chapter 3 As heavy as a thousand pieces
“I’ve thought about it.”
“I’ve thought about it? You think too simply. You take your sister to school. Have you ever thought about your class? "What should I do with your sister?"
The speaker was a thin, short-haired woman, who was Mo Jingchun and his sister Candy's aunt Zhou Jun, who was also her mother's biological sister.
Holding the candy in his arms and looking around, Mo Jingchun felt warm in his heart. Even though there were so many people sitting in the living room, they were either his father's brothers and sisters or his mother's brothers and sisters. But Mo Jingchun knew, If you really want to raise your sister in one of these families, then your aunt's family can do it.
It's not that the uncle doesn't feel pain, but it's not the uncle who has the final say in the two uncles' homes.
Mo Jingchun did not complain. Mo Jingchun knew the situation of his two uncles' families. They were not rich to begin with. If they had another child, it would be equivalent to losing a labor force.
"Auntie, I have already communicated with the school. Considering my special situation, the school will make arrangements for me to go to school with peace of mind."
Zhou Yun frowned, satisfied His face was distressed, and he finally sighed helplessly.
“Why are you so stubborn, kid?”
Mo Jingchun teased Little Candy, smiled and said nothing.
For a long time, Mo Jingchun, who had never said a word, said: "In this case, the matter is settled. When the child is not at home, I will be watching at home. Xiaochun will be gone by then. If the school really doesn't work, just call me and I'll pick up the little one. "
"It makes sense, there is no reason to let the mother's family raise her. Our brothers haven't been buried yet."
It seems that all the problems have been solved. They have solved the problem. Even if the sky falls, they will hold it up first.
Mo Jingchun didn’t even raise his head, let alone utter a sound, when his father’s brothers sang you and me together.
Dong Dong Dong~
Mo Jingchun's uncle Zhou Xing knocked on the yellowed Eight Immortals table three times with his rough big hands, his eyes sharp, like a lion protecting its cubs.
"Brothers from the Mo family, let's talk about our ugly words first. Although my nephew and niece have lost their father and mother, if anyone dares to take any chances with them, they have to ask Our mother-in-law's family disagrees." Zhou Xing's tone was unceremonious.
"That's for sure! Anyone who dares to make up his own mind should ask our brothers if they agree."
"That's right, that's right."
"Yes."
Zhou Xing replied in a meaningful tone: "It's best this way, but I don't want any unpleasant words from the folks in the ten miles and eight villages to spread to my ears."
"I can't tolerate a little bit of sand in my eyes."
On the side, the corners of Mo Jingchun's mouth raised slightly, and he giggled with the little candy in his arms.
No matter how slow the reaction of Boss Mo and others was, they also realized it at this time. Zhou Xing's implication was that he was worried that some of them would mess with the inheritance left to the two children.
In fact, Zhou Xing is not worried about other inheritances at all, but it is hard to say about fields, land, and mountains. It is said that the Mo family brothers have no thoughts at all. believe.
We all come from the same village, wouldn’t he know about the little tricks in the countryside?
Not to mention that the two children now have no parents, even when the sister and brother-in-law were still alive, there would still be quarrels in the fields, fields, and mountains.
Seeing that the Mo brothers were silent, Zhou Xing took advantage of the situation and took out a dozen red ones from his purse and slapped them on the yellowed Eight Immortals table.
Mo Jingchun’s uncle and aunt also followed Zhou Xing and took out a dozen red Mao Zedongs and placed them on the table, as if they had discussed it.
The thickness of the red in the dozens is about the same, at least 5,000 per dozen.
This was something Mo Jingchun never expected, so that Mo Jingchun still had a look of astonishment on his face.
"Nothing else. Xiaochun's admission to Beijing University can be regarded as a sigh of relief for our mother's family. Originally, according to the rules of Shiliba Village, it was necessary to have a banquet and drink. Now this situation is here. It is impossible to sit down. If I don’t tell Xiaochun, I will definitely not Agreed, it is not suitable for both emotions and reasons."
"My uncle makes sense, and our brothers also think about it the same way." As he said this, Mo Jingchun's uncle also took it out of his arms. A thick-looking red envelope with the name Mo Changyou written on it.
Immediately afterwards, other people took out red envelopes one after another as if they had discussed it. Like Mo Changyou, the names of the family heads were on the red envelopes. Obviously, everyone came to discuss today well prepared.
It is unknown whether this red envelope was originally to celebrate Mo Jingchun's admission to Beijing University.
Looking at his eldest nephew who was in a daze, Zhou Xing glared at Mo Jingchun, "Why are you still standing there? My sister, let your aunt hold her for a while, and you go get the account book!"
< br>Mo Jingchun opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he didn't seem to know what to say.
"Go." My aunt Wang Qiaoling patted Mo Jingchun on the shoulder, smiled and picked up the candy from Mo Jingchun's arms to make her laugh.
Mo Jingchun looked at the locked drawer in front of him and opened the lock with the key.
There was nothing else in the empty drawer except two ledgers, but these two ledgers were much more valuable to Mo Jingchun than many items at home.
Two account books, one is a thick soft-covered book, a bit old. In Mo Jingchun’s memory, her mother often took out this account book to read, and on this account book, there was also a junior high school printed on it. of words.
The other account book is very thin and new. It is the most common exercise book with only 12 pages.
In the living room, after Mo Jingchun left, Zhou Xing asked Mo Changyou: "Boss of the Mo family, this child is about to start school. Not to mention someone sending him to school, he has to be sent to school." Someone sent him to the train station? Don't let anyone poke his spine and say that you have no one in the Mo family."
"Brother, don't worry about this. Our brothers have already discussed Xiaochun's schooling. Then the third child will personally drive him to the city's train station. The team members often ask Xiaochun when this child will go to school. Let’s go to school so they can buy fireworks.”
"After Xiaochun leaves, I'll treat you all to a meal at my house as a treat for Xiaochun."
This time, Zhou Xing had a rare smile on his face.
"I have to say thank you to my poor sister for the expense. This is what she should have done."
"It should, it should."
Mo Jingchun picked up the account book that his mother often used, locked the drawer again, took a black pen, and returned to the living room on the first floor.
"Uncle, the account book is here."
Zhou Xing glanced at the yellowish account book and hummed.
“Count everything on the table one by one and record them all in the account.”
“These are all favors. We don’t have to care about them, but you must care about them. You do it for us. When I go, I have to pay it back. This is what I want to do today. God has taught you a lesson."
Zhou Xing pointed to the account book in Mo Jingchun's hand and said, "Did you see that your account book is full of human relationships recorded during your mother's lifetime? It’s as simple as a number.”
"Now that this account book has been passed to you, it means that all the worldly knowledge has also been passed to you."
"As a human being, you must not forget your roots!" (End of Chapter)