Aren’t the songs we sing now also the songs of foreigners?”

"Then we can be considered to understand foreign languages?"

"No, you can at most sing a few foreign songs. You don't even know what the songs are. How can you be considered to understand foreign languages." Jia Huan shook his head.

Jia Mancang: "Then let's learn foreign language from you."

Jia Huan nodded: "Okay!"

Jia Mancang is full of longing: "When we learn foreign languages, we will find jobs in some company run by foreigners and work in a large class."

Those senior managers wearing foreign clothes looked very majestic.

Jia Huan poured cold water on them: "You can't be a top class student just by being able to speak and listen to foreign languages. You must be able to read and write."

Jia Mantun: "Ah? What should I do? I don't even know our Chinese writing. How can I know the writing of foreigners?"

Jia Huan gave him an idea: "Go to school. Isn't there some kind of missionary school over there? Not only can you learn Chinese writing, but you can also learn foreign writing."

Jia Mantun frowned: "But our family is so poor, how can we have the money to go to school?"

Jia Huan's eyes moved and stared at the wooden box held by Jia Mancang.

Jia Mantun followed his gaze and looked over, and when he saw the wooden box, he was excited: "We have money now!"

Jia Mancang also laughed: "We can make money ourselves and earn tuition fees for school."

The two brothers were so happy that they walked faster.

After returning home, Zhang Chunni was very happy when she saw the money they had earned today, and went out again with the money she had not used in the morning.

When I came back, I brought a large piece of pork belly.

If the children wanted to eat braised pork, she would naturally be satisfied.

They are small contributors to making money!

Jia Erzi finished work very early today, and the family sat around a small table and began to have dinner.

In the center of the table is a pot of red braised pork.

Apart from the braised pork, Zhang Chunni did not cook any more dishes, but it was enough to satisfy the Jia family.

A mouthful of braised pork and a mouthful of thick-wheat steamed buns, the whole family enjoyed a delicious meal.

Fortunately, although they lived in a large courtyard, they rented a house built behind the owner's back. It was separated by a wall and a certain distance from other houses, and the entrance was through a different door. Therefore, other people in the large courtyard did not notice that their house was connected continuously.

Two meals of meat.

Otherwise, some shameless people will come asking for meat.

A plate of braised pork was devoured by the whole family.

They also dipped the steamed buns into the remaining soup and ate it up.

The family sat contentedly on the kang. It was so rare. It had been a long time since they had had a full meal or meat.

Now like this, I am happier than during the Chinese New Year!

Jia Mancang took out the wooden box and poured out the money inside.

The family started to count their money, and they made a little more money today than yesterday.

Jia Mancang scratched his head. He always thought that he made much more money today than yesterday.

Maybe he saw it wrong.

Jia Huan silently covered his little treasury.

The rest of the Jia family were very happy.

If they had this much money every day, their family would be rich.

Jia Erzi coughed and said: "Don't be too excited. The reason why foreigners can make so much money is because they are novel. When they get tired of hearing Mancang sing, or others imitate Mancang, they go to sell their songs to foreigners. Mancang they sing.

We can no longer make so much money. However, people must know how to be content and down-to-earth. With so much money, we are naturally happy. Without money, we can still live our lives.”

Jia Erzi has never read a book, but he has experienced many hardships in his thirties, grown up in life, and figured out his own life philosophy and experience.

These philosophies and experiences are very valuable and suitable for children to learn.

It is precisely because of his attitude towards life that the children have been taught well by him, and they will neither be overly ambitious nor unwilling to accept the shortcomings.

Except for Jia Dongmei, who is very competitive, the other children have contented and low-key personalities.

After teaching the children a lesson, Jia Erzi and Zhang Chuni arranged the use of the money.

They used a small part of the money to buy things they lacked at home, and saved the rest.

The two hope to have a house of their own.

Jia Mancang spoke at this time: "Father, mother, Mancang and I want to study in a missionary school."

"Studying?" Jia Erzi was stunned for a moment, then nodded in agreement, "If you study well, you will be able to write well in the future, and you can also find a good job."

Zhang Chunni hesitated: "Studying costs a lot of money."

Jia Mantun said hurriedly: "We can make money and earn tuition fees."

Jia Erzi: "The money in our family is all earned by them, so it is just right for them to use it."

Zhang Chunni: "Then...okay."

Jia Erzi: "Take your two children to school tomorrow to see when they can enroll."

Zhang Chunni: "Okay."

Zhang Chunni: "Dad, now that our family is rich, don't work too hard."

Jia Erzi: "Well, I have a sense of propriety."

Jia Huan's eyelids clenched and he began to doze off.

Singing is also very tiring, especially for a child less than three years old.

Jia Qiuju hurriedly spread the quilt on the kang and tucked her little brother into the quilt.

Others were infected by Jia Huan and also yawned.

So, the whole family simply went to sleep on the kang.

The next day Jia Huan woke up and found that Jia's second son Zhang Chuni and Jia Mancang Jia Mantun had gone out.

Jia Erzi went to work at the dock.

Zhang Chunni took Jia Mancang and Jia Mantun to the school to inquire about registration.

Jia Dongmei served breakfast to Jia Huan, including small pieces of thick-wheat buns and a small bowl of steamed eggs.

Steamed eggs are only available today. In the past, they only had a small piece of steamed buns.

Jia Dongmei stared at Jia Huan with burning eyes. Jia Huan was so stared at that he couldn't even eat anymore.

Sighing, Jia Huan put down the spoon for scooping out the custard and asked, "How much does it cost?"

Jia Dongmei compared the numbers.

Not much, the amount is only half of the private money Jia Huan collected yesterday.

Jia Dongmei: "This is half a year's tuition."

"Oh." It's not too much.

You can learn a lot in half a year, and it’s quite affordable for people to charge so much money.

Jia Huan first drove Jia Dongmei out of the house, took out the amount Jia Dongmei needed from the place where he hid the money, and then called her back.

"for you."

Jia Huan gave the money to Jia Dongmei.

Jia Dongmei was so happy that she kissed Jia Huan and ran out with the money.

Jia Huan helplessly rubbed the place where he was kissed with the back of his hand, and there was saliva residue on it.

After breakfast, Jia Huan put the dirty bowls back into the kitchen.

Don't expect him to wash dishes as a child.

Jia Qiuju came back from shopping for groceries. When she saw the dirty bowls, she immediately washed them with water.

I didn't buy any meat today.

Why do poor people eat meat every day?

Moreover, the money earned in the past two days has a specific purpose, and the Jia family women will not spend it lavishly on food and drink.

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