Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading

Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in hlnovel.com -> Romance -> atypical rebirth

Chapter nine

Previous page        Return to Catalog        Next page

    You can search "Atypical Rebirth" on Baidu to find the latest chapter!

    A month passed quickly.

    Meng¡¯s primary school organized a monthly exam.  Mother Meng liked to mention the first place.  Grandma Meng was pleased to present the certificate of learning activist (made by Meng Duo).  Ordinary student Meng's father was happy to mention well sad to be ranked last.

    Dad forcefully defended himself: "Obviously the third place! The No. 1 pick and the No. 2 pick, and I, the No. 3 pick!"

    "Okay, okay, you're third, you're the best, you're awesome." Grandma Meng responded perfunctorily.  She happily admired her activist certificate, and when she had enough appreciation, she stuffed the certificate into Father Meng's arms.

    Father Meng was a little flattered.  Could it be that in his mother's heart, he is also an activist?

    Grandma Meng patted Father Meng on the shoulder and said, "The certificate is mine. I want to cheer you up. When you have time, make me a wooden frame, like a photo frame. I want to put the certificate inside and hang it on my  bedside."

    Father Meng: ""

    Before Meng's father's crystal clear glass heart broke, Meng Zheng appeared in time and sincerely praised Meng's father, saying: "Dad, although you have the lowest score, your handwriting is the most beautiful!"  Not out of consolation, Meng¡¯s father¡¯s calligraphy is indeed beautiful, even more beautiful than Meng Duo¡¯s.  He had practiced the craft of a painter before, and he was the best at painting according to the same pattern, and he could write the words in the Chinese language book with correct printing.  Although Mother Meng is number one in the class, her handwriting is the ugliest. At first glance, she looks worse than a first-grade child.

    "Dad, if you go to school with me, you will definitely be responsible for the blackboard newspaper in the class!" Meng Duo said.

    Father Meng immediately felt much more at ease and said modestly: "No, my handwriting is pretty, it's just a little bit better than your mother's handwriting."

    When Mother Meng heard this, she slapped Father Meng on the back of the head.

    As the only scumbag in the class, Father Meng¡¯s study attitude is still very correct.  Because since Yu Jun came to visit the house and heard that Yu Jun said that his brother-in-law Jiang Youhai was working in the city, Father Meng had an idea in his mind.  He also wants to go to the city to make money. Although the work on the construction site is tiring, he is not afraid of hardship.  He thought that if he could learn a few more words with his son and daughter now, he might be able to use them when he went to the city.

    Migrant workers have a social circle, and they are basically led by fellow villagers.

    Before Meng Zheng was reborn, Meng¡¯s father didn¡¯t know Jiang Youhai, and he would have to wait two more years before he would be taken to the city by his fellow villagers. Naturally, the contractor who hired him was not the boss Xing who had an unreliable brother-in-law who was dragging him down.  Father Meng and Jiang Youhai have never been in the same circle.  But now, Meng's father rescued Jiang Youhai's wife, and he knew Jiang Youhai, so at this time he had the idea of ????going to the city to work.

    ¡°In the final analysis, the trouble is caused by the family¡¯s lack of money. If the family had money, who would be willing to leave their hometown, leave their old mother and children, and go to a strange city that does not belong to them to do such a hard job?

    However, because Dad had kept these thoughts in his heart and never said them out, except for Meng¡¯s mother who was vaguely aware of them, the rest of the family, including the reborn Meng Zheng, didn¡¯t know what he was thinking.

    In fact, Meng Zheng is teaching his elders how to read these days while also thinking about ways to make money.

    Meng Zheng has many ways to make money in his mind, but most of them are not suitable for the Meng family.

    Meng Zheng needs to take into account the current financial situation of his family (basically no savings, only the little income from selling corn), the character of his parents, and even his parents' hobbies.  If possible, he hopes that this method of making money can be perfectly combined with his parents' interests and hobbies.

    Before Meng Zheng was reborn, his parents had been working hard for life for the first half of their lives. Maybe they didn't feel aggrieved.  But Meng Zheng, who has grown up and become more sensible, will feel wronged for his parents.  If Meng Zheng asked his parents, what is your dream?  Mom and dad will definitely think he is joking. All they think about every day and night is nothing more than to feed and clothe their family, take good care of the elderly, work hard to raise their children, and then this life will pass.  Isn't it too pretentious to talk about dreams?

    But do they really have no dreams?  No, they do.

    Mom and Dad also had innocent and lively childhoods, energetic teenagers, and adolescence full of fantasy.  They were not born as parents, and they were not born with so many responsibilities on their shoulders.  They just chose to compromise their lives and voluntarily sacrificed a lot for their families.

    So, if possible, Meng Zheng hopes that his parents will not give up on their dreams while raising their family.

    &nbsIf it is feasible, and he is willing to let my aunt open a store with us, it means that my uncle is optimistic about this business.  "The decision is in Ye Gang's hands.

    Meng Zheng put down his bowl and chopsticks, looked at Father Meng, and finally said what he wanted to say most before his rebirth: "Dad, your craftsmanship is very good. A craftsman like you is a folk artist, and you will definitely be praised by many people in the future.  Respect. You must believe that your work must be more valuable than you think!"

    Father Meng lowered his head and took the rice into his mouth, muttering: "I, I know. Hurry up and eat your food!"

    In the evening, it¡¯s quiet.

    Mother Meng was about to fall asleep, and Father Meng suddenly sat up.

    Mother Meng struggled to open her eyes and asked, "What are you doing?"

    Father Meng smiled and said with a silly smile: "My son said, I am an artist."

    Mother Meng: ""

    "I didn't expect that I would be soso powerful in the child's heart." Father Meng's eyes were a little moist.

    Mother Meng wanted to complain about something, but seeing her husband's heartfelt happiness, she felt a sense of sourness in her heart, so she swallowed the complaints, showed a gentle smile on her face, and said, "You are  His father, fed him, clothed him, raised him to such a big age, if he doesn¡¯t admire you, who else can he admire?¡±

    ¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù

    Father Meng: A sultry boy with a crystal heart.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report