Chapter 265： Be mentally prepared

Chapter 265 Be mentally prepared

Sister-in-law Jiang: "Dad, I have no objection to what his third uncle said."

The TV set and the money that my brother-in-law sent to their home before were enough to cover everything. If they accept the sewing tickets, bicycle tickets, and radio tickets that Li Bao sent this time, they would be too ignorant!

Jiang Sansao: "Dad, I agree with what Feifei's father said."

“Okay, I know your attitude.”

Captain Jiang looked at Brother Jiang waiting, nodded with satisfaction, and then said: "Li Bao said that we must keep this ticket, saying that she didn't spend much money or energy, and it didn't cost her anything. "What's the use? Let's just keep it in case we need it at home."

"By the way, of these three letters, two are Ruirui's replies to Xiaoyu and Maomao, and one is a reply to Doudou from Hanhan and Weiwei. Looking back, if any of you go to the county town, remember to send Ruirui and his brother and sister Send Mao Mao Doudou’s reply.”

Captain Jiang said so and handed a letter in his hand to Sun Zi Xiaoyu.

As for the other two letters, I gave them to my old wife to keep temporarily.

Speaking of Xiao Mingrui's three replies, it was undoubtedly Jiang Li who was the matchmaker.

Because of their age, only Jiang Yiyu, the youngest son of the third brother Jiang, and Maomao Doudou and Rui Rui, brothers and sisters of the fourth brother Jiang's family, have established correspondence.

Of course, even though the twins know a few words so far, it is undoubtedly impossible to write them down one by one. Based on this, the twins mostly communicate with the four-year-old Doudou by drawing instead.

Not to mention, the three little guys can actually tell what each other is going to say from the paintings.

“Come, come, let me see Ruirui’s reply to you.”

Jiang Yifei is the eldest son of the third brother Jiang. He is ten years old this year. The young boy playfully reaches out to his third brother Jiang Yiyu with a smile.

“Jiang Yiyu, give it to your brother and let me take a look.”

This is the voice of Jiang Sange’s second son, named Jiang Yilin, who is eight years old.

"I won't read it. This is the letter Ruirui wrote back to me. If you want to read it, just write to Ruirui yourself and ask Ruirui to reply to you!" Jiang Yiyu held the letter in his hand, hid it behind his parents, and faced his brother Yifei and Yilin made faces.

Among the sons of Dafang and Sanfang, Jiang Yiyu is the youngest and is the same age as Xiao Mingrui.

The child is a tough-looking kid. He has been writing letters to Xiao Mingrui since then, and he has been serious about reading and reading with his brothers. He is afraid that he knows little and will be laughed at by his little pen pal.

“We won’t read it if you don’t give it to me, but when you open Rui Rui’s reply later, don’t be shocked by her words again!”

Jiang Yilin looked at his brother Jiang Yifei, and the two of them winked at each other for a while.

“Hmph, I won’t pay attention to you!”

His handwriting is not good-looking now, especially not as good-looking as Rui Rui's, but what's the point? ! At worst, if he practices more, one day he will be able to write as beautifully as Ruirui.

Bad brother, laugh if you want. He is mentally prepared this time so that he won't be hit by Rui Rui's words again!

“For the old man, these pairs of socks and this red scarf were given by Li Bao to give you a room; for the third child’s family, these pairs of socks and this red scarf were given by Li Bao to you and the third child.”

According to what Jiang Li wrote in the letter, Cai Xiufen took out two thick piles of socks and two cashmere scarves, one red and one purple, from the box, and handed them to Sister-in-law Jiang and Sister-in-law Jiang respectively. When the two came over to receive them, She added:

“Li Bao said these socks are made of cotton stockings, which are softer than the nylon socks we wear on our feet. They are also sweat-absorbent and breathable, making them very comfortable on the feet.”

There are still updates. . .

(End of this chapter)