Time flies by very quickly. It was still a bit hot before, but now it’s a bit cooler in the morning and evening. When the moon becomes full, it will be August 15th, and then it will be Qiao Jinling’s sixth birthday.
People in the city celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival, but in the countryside they don’t pay attention to these things. They are busy in the fields in the autumn and have no time at all. Take the time to visit relatives and give them a box of snacks and that’s it. So this Mid-Autumn Festival
, everyone does whatever they need to do.
As for her birthday, Qiao Jinling didn't care at all. After her father died unexpectedly in her previous life, she stopped celebrating birthdays. Every year she and her mother made a tacit understanding and found a small restaurant, where the mother and daughter had a good meal.
It's a birthday.
She often thought before: "On the fifteenth day of the month, the moon is sixteen full. When the moon is full, she and her father will never be reunited again."
Now, seeing her father cheerfully busy making money, and every day being a reunion day, Qiao Jinling feels particularly satisfied.
"Lingling, you just don't know how to read, otherwise you should take a good look at this magazine. This writer writes really well. Dad will read it to you later."
Qiao held a small book forward and excitedly recommended it to his daughter.
Qiao Jinling was disdainful: "Dad, what book is so beautiful that your daughter can write it well?"
"I'm going to tell you a few words. I really don't know how this writer's brain is so long and how he can come up with so many fresh ideas."
Qiao Qianqian was minding his own business while Sun Huifang was washing her clothes and said angrily: "A small book only costs 40 cents. What can't you do with this money?"
"You don't understand. This writer said that in the future world, you don't have to go out, and there will be special people delivering meals to your doorstep. If you want to eat, you can just tell the store with a small machine. If you want to go out, you don't need to ride a bicycle. You also need to tell the store what you want to eat.
It’s a small machine, and someone will come to pick you up.”
Qiao moved forward and tapped the magazine with his fingers, curling his lips. There were so many new things recorded in the articles that he was too lazy to talk to a housewife like Sun Huifang.
"Dad, who wrote this?"
Something doesn't sound right to Qiao Jinling. It seems like he wrote the article himself!
"That's a lot of money! Tsk tsk, that's such an idea. If you had this kind of brain, our family would be prosperous."
Joe moved forward and hugged his daughter, doting and joking.
Qiao Jinling smiled bitterly in her heart: "Dad, this is really what I wrote, but I failed to live up to expectations and failed to make our family prosperous. With a little luck, this is the limit of what I can do."
Although she said she wasn't looking forward to celebrating her birthday, it was already noon and her parents didn't even mention it.
It's one thing to live it, but it's another thing to think about it.
Have they all forgotten?
Qiao Jinling was a little depressed, and she was afraid that they would see it.
"Huifang, Brother Ji asked me to go to the city for something. You and Lingling can eat together in the evening! You don't have to wait for me."
Joe put down the magazine forward, kicked off his pedals, swung his long legs, got on the bicycle, and disappeared after a while.
"Lingling, you can play by yourself first! I have to help your second aunt put insoles."
Sun Huifang said and entered the back room. Judging from her expression, she probably didn't remember her birthday.
well!
If you forget, just forget it, it's just your birthday, no big deal.
"Master Qiao? Master Qiao? Master Qiao?"
The shouts outside the courtyard wall were louder than the other.
Who else could call her that, besides the fat deputy leader?!
Qiao Jinling was too lazy to agree, but if he didn't agree, he would probably just break in and call for help.
Helpless, she had no choice but to go out. If she had known that a gang had been formed, it would be better to call the gang leader than the leader. The leader sounded like "calling a pig".
Be careful when choosing names, there are dangers of homophonic sounds.
"What are you doing? Fatty. You pester me all the time. Now you finally have a vacation and you come to see me again?"
Qiao Jinling was not angry because she couldn't celebrate her birthday in the first place and was pestered by a little brat.
"Master Qiao, our teaching has done something big!"
The fat man was very serious and his face was solemn.
"Haha, what big deal can we do with our money fetishism? Don't come to me for projects worth tens of billions."
When children like Qiao Jinling speak, they sound exactly like adults. To be honest, she is a little disgusted by deliberately pretending to be a child and speaking. What a shame. Every time she speaks, she wants to straighten her tongue and say it.
"Master Qiao, if it was about termites, I wouldn't come to you."
Pang Dun understood "tens of billions" as "termites".
"What about termites and black ants? Forget it. If you have anything to do, just tell me."
Qiao Jinling was extremely annoyed.
People are reborn to make a lot of money, while they play with their little kids every day.
"Our left and right guardians were beaten by children from the Clay Jar Village!"
"Oh, why did you beat them? Who beat them?"
"Just hit me. Who knows why?"
"That's right. When you hit me, I didn't know why."
"Master Qiao, don't mention that matter. Let me tell you, the one who beat us is called Brother Long, and he specializes in bullying us."
"Brother Long and Fat Master are quite suitable, aren't they?"
Qiao Jinling thought of Pang Dun who first called himself Fat Master and found it funny.
"That was all in the past. Brother Long is ten years old, and I can't beat him."
Fatty's words made Qiao Jinling couldn't help but laugh. She should have expected that Fatty was only a child of seven or eight years old, and it was normal for the so-called Brother Long to be ten years old.
"You guys, come on together, no matter what one-on-one, you win!"
"But they also have people, so just come with us. You have even arrested the human traffickers. Brother Long is nothing!"
Chubby's chain of rainbow farts made Qiao Jin feel happy. As expected, everyone loves to hear nice words, so let's go and see who this Brother Long is?!
The fight was always held by the river. By the time Qiao Jinling and Pang Dun arrived, the forces on both sides were already at war with each other and were about to start a fight.
The leader was a tall and strong little boy. If Pangdun hadn't told her, she would have suspected that this child was more than ten years old.
Children in previous lives had surplus nutrition, and both boys and girls grew quite tall. However, in the 1980s, unless the family was extremely well off, most children were little beanbags with yellow and thick noses. It was rare to grow to such a height.
"Haha, Fatty, is this your leader? It makes me laugh out loud. He is just a stinky girl. What big rivets can a dung beetle wear? Brother Long, I can knock her down by hooking my little finger!"
The little boy named Long Ge was so proud that he was sure to win this fight today.
"Don't be arrogant. She is not simple. She was the trafficker she caught before. She even praised her for being a big shot."
Fatty is not timid.
"I don't believe it. This skinny melon shell is just a lie, right?"
Brother Long said he didn't believe it, but his eyes flickered. He vaguely heard adults talking about it and knew it was true, but he didn't expect it to be done by such a little girl. Could it be that she really has a special skill? Otherwise, even Fatty
It doesn't make sense for such a stupid big man to listen to her.
"Dalong! Dalong! Mom told you to go home for dinner!"
A tall and thin girl, about ten years old, with two braids and a pale face, stumbled and shouted while running.
"Qiao Jinfeng! Damn it, scream!"
Dalong is anxious. This sister just doesn't open her eyes. In front of the followers and enemies, how can you call him Dalong? You have to call him Brother Long!!