80s: Little Sweet Wife

Yan Mingshun glanced at the two bulging bags on the luggage rack, and said lightly, "It will be New Year's Eve in four days. It's too hasty to sell now, and it won't sell for a good price. It's better to wait until spring begins!"

Of course Mo Wendong knows the market, but——

"If we don't do it, how are we going to celebrate the New Year? And we can't stop the mother's medicine. We only have a dozen dollars left!"

Mo Wendong frowned and looked at Yan Mingshun worriedly, hoping that his nephew could come up with a charter.

Even though Yan Mingshun was a junior and the youngest in the family, Yan Mingshun made up his mind on major and minor matters in the family. He and his brothers listened to their nephew and were convinced.

Yan Mingshun was confident and said with a smile: "Don't worry, don't you still have a renter? At that time, only half of the rent was charged, and the other half was confiscated. The sum of seven, seven, eight, and eight can make up to four hundred yuan. It's spring."

Mo Wendong patted his forehead and said with a grin: "Yes, we still have rent. Fortunately, Mingshun, you only charged half of it at that time, otherwise we would have a difficult year!"

Yan Mingshun smiled and didn't say anything. His uncles had more than enough protection and lacked in development, but that's fine. The timid people won't cause trouble. As long as they keep themselves safe, he will definitely keep them prosperous for the rest of their lives.

Moreover, his cousins ​​and uncles are not bad, much stronger than the old ones, especially the second cousin Mo Xiuyuan, who is smart, stoic and ambitious, and is also very good in reading.

Mo Xiuyuan was two years older than him. He had just started his freshman year and majored in finance. What he arranged for the Mo family was the business way, and Mo Xiuyuan was the one he wanted to lead.

"Uncle, I'll pour some boiling water and eat the steamed buns."

Yan Mingshun took the teapot and prepared to pick up the boiled water. In order to save money, the two of them did not go to the restaurant to eat, but bought a large bag of steamed buns and pickles, and ate them with hot water.

"I'll go, I'll go, Mingshun, you rest here."

Mo Wendong stood up hurriedly, he is an elder, of course he has to take care of his nephew!

"I'll be back soon, uncle, watch your luggage."

Yan Mingshun took care of himself and left, Mo Wendong had to sit down and stared at the big bag on the luggage rack, where their family's rations and mother's medicines were spent, so there was no chance of a mistake~www.wuxiaspot. com~ In the other carriage, Yan Xinya wanted to get out of bed for a walk. The sleeper on the train was so hard that her whole body hurt when she slept. Zhao Yinghua hurried over to help her. Seeing his wife's pale face, he felt uncomfortable at all. .

"Does Xinya want to go to the toilet? Let me help you there!" Zhao Yinghua was just like an ordinary man in front of his wife, gentle and considerate, with a soft voice, without the majesty at work.

Yan Xinya smiled gently, "If I don't go to the toilet, I just lie down and feel uncomfortable. When I think of it, I walk around and look at the scenery outside the window."

The familiar buildings and small bridges and flowing water outside the window brought back memories of Yan Xinya's childhood. It was sweet, bitter and painful, but now she only has pain!

The people closest to her left her one by one. She took the bodies of her parents and took care of her daughter and grandparents. These memories are like sharp knives, stabbing out all the time, bit by bit. Wear away her desire for life.

She is really tired!

If she hadn't been reluctant to part with her husband and son, she would have left this miserable world with her daughter twelve years ago!