Yang Yuan is not yet 18 years old, wearing a blue tracksuit and a pair of wide-leg flared pants that are trending nowadays.

It looks a bit like a socially undesirable youth.

"Rotten bastard, I heard you were kicked out of kindergarten?"

Yang Yuan moved a small horse and sat next to the stove, and said with a gloating face: "Don't go to school in the future, go pick up the rags with your uncle, right?" ”

Xu Jiaren remembered that Yang Yuan dropped out of high school halfway through high school and stayed at home.

My aunt's family had a special headache for this "little son" who was not doing his job.

After being unemployed at home for a long time, my aunt and grandmother left the relationship and sent Yang Yuan to study at a secondary school, and then worked in a bank.

No one would have thought that more than ten years later, Yang Yuan would become the president of the First Bank of Qingbei City.

However, it will be several years before Yang Yuan ends his status as a "jobless vagrant".

"Uncle, is it profitable to pick up rags?" Xu Jiaren asked ignorantly.

Yang Yuan nodded, and bragged: "Let me tell you, a lot of people who pick up rags from other places have become big bosses, and each of them is a 10,000 yuan household." ”

"So are you making money now?"

"Isn't this waiting for you to help your uncle?"

Yang Yuan blinked and said teasingly: "The two of us can work hard, maybe we will become the first 10,000 yuan household in Qingbei City." ”

Knowing that Yang Yuan was interested in teasing her, Xu Jiaren asked with an innocent face: "Then what am I helping my uncle do?" ”

"You can help go to the back machine shop and get those scrap irons out." Yang Yuan's eyes lit up and said.

There is indeed a machine shop nearby, but the scrap iron area is on the iron gate.

The so-called "take" is "stealing".

Xu Jiaren shook her head and said seriously: "Grandma said that you can't take other people's things casually. ”

Yang Yuan's face was a little embarrassed, and he sneered: "Your grandma is too old-fashioned, forget it, I won't tell you if you don't have a fortune." ”

It was probably what Xu Jiaren said that swept Yang Yuan's mood, and he didn't tease this little bit, so he turned his head and went into the next room to sleep.

This is in line with Xu Jiaren's wishes, she can be alone for a while.

Getting up and looking at the furnishings of her aunt's house, her eyes finally fixed on the painted bookshelf.

A wooden square stool was moved at the door, and Xu Jiaren stepped on it and began to read the books on the bookshelf.

My aunt's bookshelf has all kinds of books, from mathematics and Chinese textbooks, to books about animal husbandry and veterinary medicine, to all kinds of famous novels......

The three tiers of bookshelves stapled with wooden boards are almost full.

However, her eyes were soon attracted by a dilapidated book printed with the "picture of a hairpin maid".

There are two "fine arts" in Song style printed on the top of the book, and there is a line of small characters at the bottom that reads: Full-time middle school trial reading book.

This should be an art textbook left by several uncles or aunts when they went to school, but Xu Jiaren has no impression.

That's not the case with her art textbooks when she went to school.

Xu Jiaren was very interested in everything related to painting, and immediately picked it up and looked at it.

This textbook is not so much an art textbook as an appreciation of famous paintings.

The book is printed with a variety of paintings of different styles, and there will be notes on where the painting came from, what is the brilliance, and so on.

This book is a bit like the professional textbook when Xu Jia was studying at the Academy of Fine Arts, but the words in this book are not so professional and detailed, but just a "hodgepodge" of various styles.

When Yang Minguang entered the house after work, he saw a small figure sitting under the bookshelf reading seriously.

The child's expression is as if he is actually reading the above content.

He was a little stunned, isn't that a girl? When did you become literate?

"Girl? What are you looking at? Yang Minguang walked over.

Xu Jiaren was looking at the book in her hand with full attention, no wonder she hadn't seen this textbook in the future, the content on it was too "professional", although the annotations were clearly written, the words available were all professional words, and I didn't know what it meant if I hadn't studied it systematically.

It's like throwing a copy of "Red" to a first-grader. Floor. Dreams", books are good books, but children can't read them at all.

Xu Jiaren couldn't help but sigh: "It's a good book, but it's a pity ......"

"What a pity?"

"Ahh

Xu Jiaren was startled by the sudden sound and almost fell off the stool.

But fortunately, I was caught, and when I looked closely, I saw a familiar face.

"Grandpa!! How did you get back? ”

"I'll be back when I get off work."

Yang Minguang took the book from Xu Jiaren's hand and looked at it, and immediately smiled when he saw that it was art: "Yadan has learned to read?" Is this book any good? ”

After being a lecturer for so many years, he can tell at a glance who is listening to the lecture and who is deserting.

When I saw Yadan's expression reading the book just now, my first reaction was that she was reading very carefully, and she understood the book.

He really thought that Yadan was literate.

Now that it is an art book, Yang Minguang is a little self-deprecating, thinking too much about himself.

Yadan is just a 4-year-old doll and has not gone to school, how can she be literate?

Xu Jiaren nodded and replied with a smile: "This book is very beautiful, and there are a lot of beautiful paintings on it." ”

Yang Minguang was amused, no wonder he looked at it so seriously, it turned out that he was just looking at the pictures.

"Then you can take this book home and read it slowly, okay?"

"Good! Thank you, Grandpa. ”

Xu Jiaren was begging for it, she turned her head to look at the bookshelf and asked, "Grandpa, can you give me these books too?" There are a lot of pictures on it. ”

"Okay! It's all for you. Yang Minguang agreed.

Anyway, these books were left by the second son when he went to school, and he packed them out a few days ago to sell them.

When the sunset reflected the red sky, Aunt Zhao finally finished branding a pot of noodles.

My aunt and grandmother ordered a pot of mixed noodles, and Xu Jiaren came out after eating it.

It's just that Xu Jiaren doesn't understand a little, obviously the noodles used for the pancakes in Aunt and Grandma's house are all fine white noodles, why do you still eat mixed noodles at night?

Maybe my aunt's family is not very good now.

"Oops, I forgot my pocket in the kitchen."

After coming out and walking for a while, Aunt Zhao realized that she had forgotten to take her cloth bag.

But she was really tired, and then said, "Forget it, I'll come back tomorrow." ”

Grandma has to take the cloth bag to buy vegetables every day, and if she doesn't get it back, she has to run again.

Xu Jiajia felt sorry for her grandmother, and immediately said, "Grandma, you sit here for a while, and I'll help you get it." ”

From here back to Zhao Guixiang's house is a dirt road, and there is no danger.

The granddaughter is so sensible, Aunt Zhao is also very happy, nodded and said, "Be careful when walking, don't run around." ”

"Got it, grandma."

Xu Jiaren trotted back, and as soon as she arrived at the door, she smelled the smell of stir-fried vegetables and meat.

Didn't you just eat?

Xu Jiaren walked in lightly from the door, and heard her aunt's voice from the kitchen, "Xiaoyuan, pour the little noodles in the pot into the bucket, and let your father take the school to feed the pigs tomorrow morning." Take out the bread and the dish will be ready in no time. ”