Tian Xinmiao had breakfast, made cold powder, and went to run in the flax field, or waited for the artichoke seedlings that took time to raise in the corner of the vegetable garden at night.

In the afternoon, she picked up the jelly and went to the vegetable market to set up a stall.

Busy, the days seem to pass very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it is Saturday again.

Ruan Haoming and Kang Yonglan each hugged a stack of brightly colored gauze, with a smile on their faces, and returned home at six o'clock in the evening.

Everything seemed to be going well, and it just so happened that the owner of the tailor shop went to the provincial capital this week to buy fabric, so he helped them buy the fabric back.

To everyone's surprise, the mouth of this fabric turned out to be 1.5 meters.

In this way, the cost of the table lamp is reduced a lot.

Maybe it's because Sun's illness hasn't healed yet, or maybe she thinks that the 'fried sauce' with 'no eggs and no meat' last time is really not very delicious, and neither she nor Liu came today.

When Tian Xinmiao came back today, he went to a meat stall in the vegetable market and weighed half a catty of meat, and he had already made braised pork and stewed potatoes.

The family happily had dinner, and Tian Xinmiao began to count her income from buying fried noodles for them this week.

She probably shaved the cost of cooking oil, artichoke, etc., and estimated that in the past five days, she earned 27 yuan.

In this way, if they sell a few table lamps this week, plus her income, they should be able to make up seventy or eighty yuan next week.

The family happily discussed that after the chicks came out, the family's savings would increase.

They all seem to have forgotten that there is another person far away on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, who is missing each of them, especially his daughter-in-law Tian Xinmiao.

Today is May 10th, and it has been 16 days since Ruan Haocheng sent his first letter.

At the end of April, when he went to inquire if he had a letter, Zhang Chaoyang told him that if the recipient wrote to him as soon as he received the letter, it would take him about two weeks to receive a reply at the earliest.

Of course, what Zhang Chaoyang didn't tell him was that his family also had to send the express mail so that he could receive a reply in two weeks.

After trying to restrain himself for a few days, on the 4th of May, knowing that there would be no reply, he still went to the post office again with anticipation.

Without waiting for a reply, he sent a second letter.

From this day on, he no longer cared about Zhang Chaoyang's joking words and teasing eyes every time he saw him, and every day after dinner, he would go to the post office to have a look.

Today, he walked out of the post office still disappointed.

"Haocheng, what are you doing mysteriously these days?"

Today, because of a slight delay, Chen Zhiyun, who went to the library a little late, happened to see Ruan Haocheng walking out of the post office.

"It's nothing, just look at the letter from home." Ruan Haocheng struggled to squeeze out a smile.

Although the corners of Ruan Haocheng's mouth bent hard, the sorrow on his face fell on Chen Zhiyun's eyes.

"Don't worry, I haven't heard from home yet!" Chen Zhiyun patted Ruan Haocheng's shoulder and comforted.

What he did not say, however, was that he had received a telegram before his letter had even reached his mother.

The content is naturally that he is too disobedient, and he must not say such things in the future.

Fortunately, there were not many words on the telegram, otherwise his mother would have come up with a whole story to analyze the serious consequences of his actions.

"Let's go, I've started to learn complex circuits in the past two days, and I have to go to the basic science library to check more, otherwise I am afraid that the follow-up content will not be understood."

Ruan Haocheng patted Chen Zhiyun on the shoulder and walked towards the library with him.