Bai Jianping was in trouble. He just showed off the big red envelope he received, but was asked by Lao Ma to check in in a blink of an eye. He still had to listen.

But he kept one hand, only half of it was spent, and half of it himself, making a fuss, saying that it was the cost of raising Xiaobai. Who made Lao Ma stay in Dacheng all year round, leaving his granddaughter in Pujiang to be hungry, so he didn't have to spend money?

Malanhua is high and the emperor is far away. It is impossible to really use his fingers to him like an arm. It would be better if he could be more obedient. It is impossible to rely on 100% obedient. This is her way of controlling her husband, which is very effective and will be passed on to Xiaobai and Xiaobai in the future.

It was so strange that when he first received this big red envelope, Bai Jianping was so happy that he was so unfamiliar that he ran to the high-end women's clothing store on West Chang'an Street to buy a piece of clothing for Malanhua. But he found that the beggar had contracted a street trash can and was still beggar. He came out in shame and sighed. The big red envelope was no longer fragrant, and it turned out not big.

When I returned home, I showed off my sarcasm to Malanhua, and I was cheated and kept half of it myself.

His wealth shrank halfway, but Bai Jianping felt very happy and satisfied. The idea of ​​being a poor man disappeared, and he felt that he was actually very rich, and half was enough to be happy.

People are so strange.

If you only keep the money in your pocket, you will not only be unhappy, but will not be satisfied and a little unhappy.

Bai Jianping was lying in the rocking chair at night, and the rocking chair was babbling and yelling, and the chickens were beating in the corner. He figured it out and gradually realized that, in fact, there is no limit to making more money, more than ten thousand is not much? There are many in the eyes of some people, and in the eyes of some people, even if the same person is satisfied today, they may not feel that it will be enough next year.

Thinking of this, he felt that those bosses who entered and exited boutique clothing stores should share some of their money to the poor so that they can have a sense of happiness. This is what the news broadcast often says advances to communism.

The root of happiness is not how much you make or how much you make, but how much you earn can satisfy and happy people you care about, shelter them from the wind and rain, and make the family happy. This family has a happy future.

This home is still under his protection, growing well, thriving, and everything is developing in a good direction.

Alas, he sighed with satisfaction, feeling that it was really not easy for him, no! It cannot be described as difficult. This word is not worthy of him. How great is he to be.

He couldn't help but recall the years he wandered in Pujiang. His footprints were in a curve, with bitterness and sweetness, struggle and sadness, noise and happiness, peaks and troughs... But overall, he was moving forward for happiness.

This is Pujiang. He brought his wife and children here to earn food. He was poor and could not do anything. Some people who were more capable than him came and went, and were eliminated by the torrent of society. Not only did they take root, but they also lived a better and better life.

He further thought about what was the biggest difference between him and others, or why could he stay in Pujiang? In fashionable words, where is his core competitiveness.

After thinking about it, it seemed that everything changed from knowing Zhang Tan.

So, is his core competitiveness Zhang Tan?

Zhang Tan is a noble person in his life, and there is no doubt that he and Ma Lanhua have discussed this issue before, and Zhang Tan is a noble person in their life.

In a person's life, he will always meet one or two such noble people.

In the past, Ma Lanhua always said that Bai Jianping was the reincarnation of a declining ghost. He lived for half his life and had never had luck, and his luck was too bad.

But now, Lao Ma never says these words.

However, Bai Jianping thought about it further and felt that their core competitiveness was not Zhang Tan. Zhang Tan was of course very important, but meeting Zhang Tan was like a qualitative change, and there was endless accumulation of quantity before the qualitative change.

These accumulations are the silent struggles between him and Malanhua in Pujiang. No, not only in Pujiang, but also in the past half of their lives, the places they have been to, from all over the world, being ridiculed, driven away, despised, despised, and disdained...

No, not only them, but also Xiaobai, this little baby was taken by them and suffered a lot.

It is these experiences that have given them a firm heart, and hardships can still easily defeat them, but you can't imagine them.

Bai Jianping was very happy about his sharp rise in his ideological realm. It turned out that he was not that poor, and he was actually very rich. The news broadcast was indeed not for nothing, his level had reached the fifth floor!

If Zhang Tan asked him to meet Qin Huifang for dinner at this time, he might not refuse, but agreed and look forward to it. Then he would make some profound comments and tell Qin Huifang seriously that the level of status cannot represent a person's level.

When Bai Jianping was enlightened at home, the neighbor next door, the Tan family, was making a shopping list. Tan Jin'er walked around the house and thought about it. When he thought of something, he told Xier who was lying on the dining table. Xier was writing it on paper at her desk.

"My aunt is old and wants to buy her a down jacket. The house is so cold in winter. She doesn't have air conditioners. She used to have frostbite on her hands in winter. She likes red. I remember that when she was a child, her headscarf was red and tied around her head. It looks so festive, like a red cloud, and she brings laughter wherever she goes."

Tan Jin'er said while thinking, and after that, she asked Xier who was working her pen at her desk and said, "Have you remembered it?"

Xierhiahia smiled, her chin raised and her nostrils were facing the sky, looking extremely proud, but what she said was the opposite. She said embarrassedly that she didn't remember because her sister said too much. She asked her sister to say less, raised her fingers, and said that she was still a baby, and she could only write these few words.

Tan Jin'er leaned closer and looked at her "Mobao". There were no words, but they were all paintings. Only a few words were known to the children, so they used paintings instead.

"You don't have to write down everything your sister says, you just need to remember the key points."

Xier was confused and didn't understand what the key point was. She stretched out a finger and poked her sister's belly. Hiahia smiled and said if it was this.

Tan Jiner: “…”

She told Xier that the key point of what she said just now was the aunt and the red down jacket.

"Okay~~ Sister, you said it earlier." Xier was drawing at her desk and soon drew a portrait of an old lady wearing red clothes.

Tan Jin'er nodded with satisfaction and started wandering around again, thinking, "The uncle of the same clan is very nice to us. He took the lead in handling the funeral of his father. This time, I'll buy him a pair of shoes. I'll wear warm shoes in winter. I'll write down Xi'er."

Xier asked anxiously, what is the key point, and whether he is his father.

"It's not dad, it's an old uncle, shoes." Tan Jin'er said.

Xier wrote a letter at her desk. Tan Jiner leaned over to read it and nodded with satisfaction. She drew a good picture. She would add text later, with pictures and texts.

"Xi'er is so amazing, she's very good at painting."

"hiahia, sister, please praise me."

"Didn't I just praise you?"

"Praise again."

Tan Jin'er praised a few more words, and Xi'er asked her father what the funeral was. She heard about her father just now and remembered it very much, but she didn't understand what it meant.

Tan Jin'er said that it was just blowing the trumpet.

Xier Hiahia laughed and said that his father actually likes to blow the trumpet. He is so cute.

Tan Jin'er doesn't want to talk about this topic more, so she continues to think about New Year's goods.
Chapter completed!