Chapter 135: Our village is really poor

Xia Qianqian coaxed softly: "Mother, looking for your lost memory does not conflict with waiting for your father. If you remember anything, you must tell me, I want to help you clear your eyes."
"My eyes can't be cured. Your father used to show me many doctors, so don't bother." Qin cried his chest, tears breaking.
When she was a girl, she also had a sprout of spring heart, the mountain alliance swears each other... Now, with the death of Xia Dingshan, it has become a passing moment.
The children are determined that Dad is still alive, and she also followed up with hope. In fact, she knew in her heart that Xia Dingshan would never come back.
"Mother, you believe me, your eyes still have hope!"
"No, I'm old anyway. Instead of spending money to treat my eyes, it's better to use that money to send Yu'er to school."
Xia Qianqian's speechless lips twitched: "Mother, Yuer must go to school, but your eyes must also be cured."
The Qin family knew that he couldn't talk about his daughter, so he said: "Qianqian, mother knows you are filial. Let's not talk about this topic. Go and prepare for the election!"
"Ok!"
Xia Qianqian had to give up temporarily, and the weaker the person was, the more stubborn he was.
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The village elected Xia Qianqian to run for the "Jade Girl" in the town. The old Xia family was very happy and glorious. The whole family met at the door and brought gifts: a piece of bacon, a bag of potatoes, and two radishes.
"Qianqian, congratulations! Take part in the election campaign and strive to be elected!"
"Qianqian, you are really the honor of our old Xia family!"
"..."
Lao Xia's family, with a dozen young people, stood in the courtyard and pressed a small piece of black, everyone with a flattering smile.
Xia Qianqian's brain hurts: "I... try my best!"
"Qianqian, you can definitely do it." Xia Ruyu stuffed a box of rouge in Xia Qianqian's hand, and said solemnly, "This is my favorite rouge, for you."
"Thank you." Xia Qianqian was disrespectful and had to accept it.
The Song family said: "Qianqian is so talented, she will definitely be selected for the jade girl. Qianqian, when will you go to town?"
"The day after tomorrow." Xia Qianqian replied.
The Song immediately smiled and said, "Nah Cheng, let your second uncle drive you the day after tomorrow. I will take care of your mother and sister. Don't worry."
Xia Dingfeng was unhappy: "Second sister-in-law, I can just send Qianqian away."
"It was you who went to the lawsuit last time, this time it's me." Xia Dinghai waved Ding Jiangshan strongly.
The carriage was shared by the family, and Xia Dingfeng couldn't win over Xia Dinghai, so he sulked on the side. Xia Qianqian only thought it was funny. Feng Shui took turns. People who once oppressed their mother and daughter are now flattering her.
The next day, Fan Ming sent clothes and rouge gouache. It was a red and gold-rimmed jacket skirt. The style was vulgar, not brand new.
"Uncle Fan, whose clothes are these?" Xia Qianqian flipped through the clothes. The fabric and workmanship were really rough.
Fan Ming said embarrassingly: "This was done when the village participated in the election two years ago. Because it was not selected, the clothes were taken back to the village. Don't worry, this clothes will only be worn once!"
Turn on the rouge gouache again, it is also used. Xia Qianqian's lips twitched for a long time, and concluded: "Our village is really poor!"
"Ah, Murakami is indeed difficult. But tomorrow I will find a way to find a carriage to take you to the town. When you get to the town, someone will meet you. The accommodation and board are arranged by the Gu family voluntarily. The girl in this campaign will get a bonus. "Fan Ming said.
"Gu's house?" Xia Qianqian's heart stunned, "Landlord's house?"
"That's right." Xia Qianqian was happy, then it wasn't her ancestor's home! Maybe the ancestors will choose her to participate in the sacrifice and give her a bonus!