Chapter 52

Chapter 52

Wang Chunhua's three sisters-in-law's families lived closer, so they could go and return in a day. It was more convenient for them to visit each other frequently. So every year, they would first keep Wang Chunhua company and entertain her before going back.

Although she could stay for longer this year, she should have stayed at home to accompany her family. But Wang Dazhuang would take Xiao Gang to send her back in a couple of days, which would waste too much time going back and forth. So Mrs. Wang packed up and planned to go back to her parents' home first the next day.

She packed her luggage. Wang's Mother prepared new year gifts for her and gave her some money. Now the family was better off, but still could not lose face in front of her in-laws.

Mrs. Wang took the money and counted it. She returned some of it to her mother-in-law, "It's not easy for the family this year either, I should take less."

Wang's Mother refused, "Chunhua just gave some money yesterday. There is enough at home, don't worry. Take it. You three are the same. They both took it."

Since her mother-in-law said so, she silently accepted it, but she did not know Wang's Mother said the same to all her daughters-in-law.

After organizing her luggage, Mrs. Wang was going to cook dinner. There were still guests at home, so she could not make it too simple. She wanted to find her son to help her start the fire, but then realized there were no children at home.

"Where did they all go?" She knocked on Li Mingwei's room, but no one answered, "How come the girl is not here either, wasn't her leg hurting?"

Wang Chunhua, who was sitting in the yard cracking melon seeds, saw her looking for people every day. She had seen enough of her son practicing writing. She pointed out the direction to her daughter-in-law.

Before Mrs. Wang reached the village entrance, she saw the dense crowd in the distance. This was probably the whole village!

Seeing her come over, Xiao Gang waved to her excitedly, waiting for praise, "Mom, come here quickly. I can write your name now."Ne/w novel chapters are published at novelhall.com

Mrs. Wang walked over to take a look at the words he wrote, and they were indeed similar in shape to what Li Mingwei had given her before. Just as she was about to praise him, she heard him ask, "I'm so good, can I have an extra dessert tonight?"

"All you think about is eating."

The happy mood disappeared all of a sudden. Mrs. Wang didn't want to pay attention to him anymore and went to Li Mingwei, asking her softly if she wanted to eat anything special tonight.

"Anything is fine. Sister-in-law doesn't need to prepare especially for me."

During those months of displacement, the picky eating habit she had developed in the capital had been completely cured. She would be happy enough to cry just to have food in her belly.

"How can I not, since you rarely visit?"

"Hahaha..."

Mrs. Wang was tickled by her response and laughed loudly, attracting many eyes. Feeling embarrassed with so many people staring at her, she quickly closed her mouth.

This time Li Mingwei laughed at her, "Sister-in-law is shy."

"Who has thick skin like you!" Mrs. Wang complained about her. Suddenly meeting her bright eyes, she somehow believed a little in her nonsense.

She thought for a moment and said, "Sometimes people should be a little selfish. Keeping too much in your heart is too tiring. After all, we are just ordinary people. It's enough to live our own lives well."

Was that why her grandfather lived such a tiring life?

Li Mingwei was stunned for some reason. Was she influenced by her grandfather too much? She ran away to get rid of constraints and live a simple life for a few days, so how could she start worrying about things unrelated to her again?

She didn't want to live such a tiring life. She was just an ordinary person now who only needed to live her own life well.

The moment she made up her mind not to worry about so much, she saw a child raise his hand and ran over excitedly.

"What's the matter?"

"Auntie, how is this word I wrote?"

"It's very good. Can you write it again for me to see?"

"Sure!"

The child excitedly wrote in front of her again. She gently praised him first, then pointed out what he had written wrong and taught him how to correct it.

After teaching for more than half a year, she was very good with children now. No child wanted to be scolded as soon as the teacher came over. They were proud in their hearts and would try harder only after being praised.

Time flew by quickly. The setting sun dyed the sky yellow again. Calls for dinner came from somewhere.

The villagers who had been sitting there numbly came to their senses at the same time and looked up at the darkening sky to estimate the time. They called their children and headed home.