The next day, Fu Qingyao took Fu Aihua to the hospital for an examination and bought him a wheelchair.

Sitting in a wheelchair, Fu Aihua's face reappeared with brilliance.

"Yingzi, this wheelchair is so easy to use, I can go wherever I want in the future."

"Well, Dad, the doctor also said that although your legs are injured and you can't walk, it's only temporary, and you will definitely be able to stand up in the future." Fu Qingyao said with a smile.

"When the store is opened in the future, my mother will be responsible for packaging the customers, and the mother will just sit behind the cashier to collect the money."

This job is easy, and it can also allow the two of them to have a job to do, so that they will not be empty and boring.

In the following days, Fu Qingyao asked Fu Xiong to study hard and consolidate his knowledge in junior high school, and he found Liu Guoqiang and gave him valuable but not luxurious gifts, hoping that he could get Fu Xiong to the art department of Qingshan High School.

Looking at the ancient pottery in the box in front of him, Liu Guoqiang's eyes lit up, and he couldn't put it down.

"This ...... Is this the ancient pottery of the Jin Dynasty, this is really a good thing! ”

Fu Qingyao was surprised, "Teacher Liu, are you right, this ...... This is our home jar for pickles, which is filled with pickles made by my mother, and it tastes good. ”

Hearing that such a good antique was actually used to hold pickles, Liu Guoqiang was simply heartbroken!

I was a little trembling when I spoke, "You...... You're really, so violent! ”

As he spoke, his eyes never took his eyes off the altar.

After a long time, he reluctantly said, "Take this jar back, this gift is too valuable, and the teacher can't accept it." ”

Fu Qingyao said with a smile, "Teacher Liu said that he laughed, this jar was given to you, and now it is yours." If you hadn't discovered the value of this jar, we would have broken it at some point. Such valuable cultural relics can only be exerted to the greatest value in the hands of people who cherish cultural relics like you, teacher. In our hands, it's just a clay pot. ”

Seeing what Liu Guoqiang wanted to say, he smiled again, "Since I entered high school, the teacher has really helped me a lot." I don't know how to repay the teacher, I came here today to ask the teacher. ”

Hearing her say that she had something to ask for, Liu Guoqiang breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

It's good to ask for something, but I'm afraid of giving gifts for no reason, and it's hard to pay back if I owe favors.

Besides, as she said, this clay pot is only valuable in the hands of those who understand it.

In the face of this valuable antique, Fu Ying's face did not change, this woman is definitely not a thing in the pool. Liu Guoqiang changed his previous attitude, and his evaluation of her was different.

At this time, the eighteen-year-old girl in front of him was not a student, but an adult who could communicate with him face-to-face.

He finally understood that there was such a word as forgetfulness in those books.

The girl who sat across from him with a calm expression already had the ability to survive in society. It seems that it is true that tribulations make people grow.

Liu Guoqiang's heart turned a thousand times, but he smiled on his face, leaned back on the sofa, and said kindly, "Did you encounter any problems in your studies, or did you encounter any difficulties in life?" ”

"It's kind of a difficult time in life." Fu Qingyao said with a smile, "Teacher Liu knows that I have a younger brother who dropped out of school after graduating from primary school, and now that the family conditions have improved, I want him to continue studying." But you also know that he has been away from school for so many years, and he is old again, and he is only afraid of putting pressure on him when he is in junior high school. ”

"So you want him to go to high school, don't you?"

Fu Qingyao nodded, "Yes, I want to ask the teacher to help him enter Qingshan High School, and there is no problem in terms of tuition." ”

It's not hard to say it's busy, but it's not so easy to say it's simple.

Liu Guoqiang groaned for a while, "If you want to enter high school, I'm just afraid of his grades." ”

"Teacher, I also know that my brother's foundation may be worse than that of ordinary classmates, so I want him to enter an art class to study music."

Art classes have much lower requirements for cultural classes.

"You want your brother to be musical." Liu Guoqiang was a little surprised, "That's a lot of money!" ”

Fu Qingyao smiled, "Last month, a distant relative of my family who was working outside came back and gave me a lot of help to my family, so you don't have to worry about money." ”

Looking at the clay pot on the coffee table, Liu Guoqiang nodded, "If I enter an art class, I can still say a few words, but this entrance exam is not exempt." There are still ten days before school starts, and during this time, if you ask your brother to work more hard at home, as long as you pass the admission score line for art students in the school, there will be basically no problem. ”

Translated, as long as you don't do too badly, you can get in.

You must know that the score line for art students is really low, and for Fu Xiong, there is no pressure at all.

Hearing this subtext, Fu Qingyao smiled, "Then it's troublesome for the teacher, when the results of the school admissions exam come out, I'll bring my younger brother over to visit the teacher." ”

Hearing this, Liu Guoqiang raised his eyebrows, this doll is smart, it doesn't look like she is only a teenager.

Thinking of what she had suffered these days, Liu Guoqiang understood a little more.

Tsk, today's children, which is not a human spirit.

They're all old, so let's stay with these "old things".

Seeing Fu Qingyao away, Liu Guoqiang sighed twice, glanced at the clay pot on the coffee table, and immediately ran over, leaving all Fu Ying and Fu Xiong behind.

Sure enough, it's a good thing of the Jin Dynasty, and there are other dynasties in the family, so it's just one Jin Dynasty away.

Liu Guoqiang's wife came out of the room and saw that her husband was lying on top of the pickle jar, so she hurriedly asked. After understanding the truth of the matter, he sighed: "Although this Fu family is not well-off, it is now bitter and happy." It's just that this luck is too good, and the pickle jars that are casually sold are antiques, but they are cheap for you. ”

Liu Guoqiang laughed twice, did not argue, and lowered his head and lay on the altar again.

Out of Liu Guoqiang's house, Fu Qingyao slightly hooked the corners of her mouth, but her eyes were calm and clear.

The last time she came to Liu Guoqiang's house, she took a closer look and discovered his little hobby.

Then when I went home this time, I found this jar that was thrown in the corner of the wall and was missing a hole in the second uncle's house.

Others don't know it, but for Fu Qingyao, who grew up in antiques, you can see the value of this jar at a glance.

So there is today's scene.

didn't spend a penny, just made a tattered jar, and successfully got Fu Xiong into the school.

As she said, this kind of antique, in the hands of those who understand, is worth a lot of money.

In the eyes of those who don't understand, it's just a broken jar, that's all.

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