After being abandoned by the educated youth, I became rich in the 80s

Chapter 332 Chinese New Year

Lan Xin opened Zhou Rongxin's letter first. This bastard had beautiful handwriting, and his handwriting reflected his personality. You couldn't tell from his handwriting that he was a beast in human clothing at all.

He started by reminiscing about the past with her, and then began to criticize how Lan Xin educated her children, saying that Zhou Sheng had no manners at all and was not sensible at all.

He is lazy and gluttonous, talks back to his elders, and even pushed Zhou Rongxin's mother down the stairs. Not only that, he also set fire to Zhou's house. Now Zhou Rongxin seriously suspects that it was Lan Xin who instigated Zhou Sheng to do these things.

But considering that Zhou Sheng was his son and Lan Xin and he were once husband and wife, he would not mind as long as Lan Xin returned the child support that she had taken away before and took Zhou Sheng away. He would also send Lan Xin ten yuan every month as cost of raising the child.

After reading the whole article, Lan Xin was so angry that she laughed. This Zhou Rongxin is so shameless. Not only is he shameless, but he also tried to continue PUAing her. I don't know who gave him the courage.

This blame-shifting was as shameless as the novel she had read before, it seemed that the essence of the novel was written into it.

He let bygones be bygones and sent her ten dollars every month, which made Lan Xin smile.

She continued to open Zhou Sheng's letter. As soon as she opened it and took out the black letter, Lan Xin frowned.

I pinched the ink-stained paper with two fingers in disgust, squinted my eyes to look at the crooked handwriting and pinyin on it, and still needed to do a few cloze exercises.

The handwriting is...Yueyue's is even more beautiful than his.

Lan Xin bought her beautiful pencils and fragrant erasers, and Yueyue treasured these things. If she made a mistake or her handwriting was not good, Lan Xin would ask her to erase it and write it again. Yueyue was reluctant to let her fragrant eraser become black and small, so she wrote every word dignified and beautiful, trying not to make mistakes.

With Yueyue's lead, Yingying, who had just entered preschool and was still not exhausted, also learned to practice calligraphy carefully, little by little, trying to write well and not waste pencils and erasers.

This is something that other students don't have and they all envy it.

With Yingying as her little fangirl, Yueyue studies harder, for fear that she is not setting a good example for her younger sister.

Lan Xin spent longer reading Zhou Sheng's letter than the previous one. Her brows were furrowed as if they could pinch a fly to death. When she finished reading, she breathed a sigh of relief.

I couldn't help but have a thought in my mind, "Is this Chinese?"

Although the sentences are mixed up, the whole article has the same meaning. He complained to Lan Xin that he had a hard time in Shanghai and that the Zhou family treated him badly. If Lan Xin still wanted him as her son, she should send her money as soon as possible. At the end, he wrote very firmly that he would never return to Lanjia Village.

Lan Xin was speechless. She didn't know who gave Zhou Sheng the confidence to think that he knew Zhou Sheng was not doing well and that she would bring him back no matter what. He was thinking too much. She didn't even have time to clap and laugh.

These two letters were a joke to Lan Xin.

Although the whole article was garbage, Lan Xin still extracted a lot of good news. It seemed that Zhou Sheng and Zhou Rongxin had been having a very busy life in the Shanghai Stock Exchange in the past six months. It was a pity that Lan Xin didn't get to see the joke in person.

She tore the letter into pieces neatly and threw them directly into the basket filled with rotten vegetable leaves beside her, and continued to shout and entertain the enthusiastic crowd of shoppers.

"If you have vegetables, please line up and buy them slowly. We will come back to sell vegetables on the fifth day of the New Year. Don't rush to buy them. Everyone will have a share. Let the people behind you buy some vegetables and have a good New Year..."

Among the crowded crowd of people buying vegetables, some listened to Lan Xin's advice and just bought enough to eat. After all, the vegetables were not that cheap, and they would just enjoy them during the New Year and buy more on the fifth day of the New Year. The rest of the people continued to do as they pleased.

Lan Xin also saw two familiar faces in the queue. They seemed to be employees of the supply and marketing cooperative two blocks away. When they saw her, they smiled awkwardly and continued to grab food.

The portions they bought didn’t look like they were bought individually, but more like they were buying for others.

Everyone wants to have a good New Year, but Lan Xin pretended not to see it and continued to busy herself with her own things.

Because there were so many people celebrating the New Year, Lan Xin and her team set out early in the morning. They sold out a truck full of vegetables before ten o'clock.

"Everyone is free to move around for an hour. We will drive back to celebrate the New Year at 11 o'clock. If you miss it, you will have to take the minibus back by yourselves, okay?"

A large group of people looked at the crowded streets with shining eyes and replied excitedly: "Got it."

After saying that, they all dispersed and rushed to buy their own things.

Although I have prepared all these New Year's goods long ago, I have money in my pocket but it is not enough to buy them. Besides, it is rare to have so many things to sell and a car to send them back, so I have to buy more.

Looking at these people, Lan Xin also started to walk around while watching the time. When she saw something good, she not only bought it for herself, bought it for her family, and also bought it for Ma Cuihua.

After all, it was the New Year and Ma Cuihua had no time to rest. Not only her, but also those people selling tea eggs were unwilling to rest. Business was so good these days that Ma Cuihua and her friends worked from morning to night without stopping.

People like Li Jia who have children not only sell tea eggs themselves, but also ask the older children to help. Others also ask their family members to come out and help sell tea eggs. As long as they can wholesale tea eggs from Lan Xin and sell them, they will definitely make a profit.

The hens at Lan Yi's chicken farm were so hungry that their butts were smoking, but they still couldn't keep up with the speed at which Lan Xin and her friends were selling tea eggs. Finally, they found another chicken farm in the next village to supply eggs, so that Lan Xin and her friends could continue to sell tea eggs.

Even though they were too tired to lift their hands, these people were all smiling happily.

Lan Xin is free now, so of course she will help them buy New Year's goods. Otherwise, when the shopping stops, they will have nothing to celebrate the New Year.

When the assembly time arrived, the truck compartment was packed with people and various items.

These people were chattering about what they had encountered and who they had encountered. Even though there was a light snow falling outside, they were still talking animatedly in the carriage.

When we returned to Lanjia Village, as soon as we entered the village, we saw two large steaming iron pots standing on the flat ground outside the village ancestral hall, and there was scarlet blood on the ground.

The children and adults in the village, who had originally gathered around the ancestral hall, now enthusiastically surrounded the parked truck.

“So many dishes are sold out?”

"Hey, did the third brother ask you to buy something for me?"

“I bought so many things…”

Lan Xin stood in the carriage, lifted the oilcloth covering her head, and looked at the hot pots from afar, feeling a little regretful.

“Have you finished killing the pigs?”

"That's right, the animals have been slaughtered a long time ago, and they are waiting to distribute the pork!" one of the aunts shouted enthusiastically.

Lan Xin felt a little regretful. She had never seen the pig-slaughtering scene before. But today, many things happened at the same time and she had no time to see it.

When they heard about the pork distribution, the villagers who had been busy all night and morning suddenly became energetic again.

A group of children in warm new clothes ran after them, shouting and yelling.

"Share the pork, share the pork~"