She thought so because she didn’t know that today Zhang Guihua also bought a pencil case for Jiang Mianmian.
If she knew how important Jiang Mianmian now was in the old lady’s heart, as important as her two grandsons, she would probably feel even more indignant.
After tidying up the dishes and washing up, everyone returned to their own rooms.
Jiang Changhe said with so emotion, "Xiaojuan, I really didn’t expect mom would actually buy paper and pencils for Da Ya and the others."
"Yeah, I still rember the ti when big brother asked mom for money to buy paper and pencils for San Ya, and she scolded him terribly. I didn’t expect mom to change so much," Zhao Xiaojuan also said with a face full of emotion.
Zhaodi approached her parents and spoke in a negotiating tone, "Mom, Dad, our family has money now anyway, can you buy pencil cases for us sisters too? Otherwise, we have nowhere to put our pens and erasers."
As soon as Jiang Changhe heard this, he shook his head without thinking, "Those pencil cases can only hold pencils, it’s not worth the wasteful expense."
"Yes, Zhaodi, your dad is right. Although our family has money now, we shouldn’t spend it recklessly. Your younger brother is still so young, there will be plenty of things to spend money on in the future," Zhao Xiaojuan also soothed her daughter gently.
She knew Zhaodi was envious because her two nephews had pencil cases and she didn’t.
Having been a child herself, she understood the thoughts of children. However, having lived through tough tis without money, she wouldn’t start spending carelessly now that she had so.
"Mom, Dad, those pencil cases aren’t expensive, and they won’t cost much," Zhaodi pouted, slightly unhappy.
She felt her parents were too frugal; they hadn’t spent a di of the money they earned from selling ginseng.
Jiang Changhe frowned, "A pencil case costs several dis, three of them would cost more than a yuan, and a yuan can buy several sesters’ worth of exercise books and pencils for you three sisters."
Da Ya also felt that it was unnecessary to buy the pencil cases, and that the family’s money should be saved for raising their brother, so she quietly persuaded, "Zhaodi, we can just put the pens and erasers directly in our schoolbags, we don’t need pencil cases."
Er Ya cared even less about such things.
As long as she could go to school, she would be willing to continue using the leftover pencil stubs and used exercise books from San Ya, not to ntion lacking a pencil case.
"Yeah, Zhaodi, making money is so hard these days. Our family has been farming for so many years without any savings. The money we have now needs to be saved for essential expenditures in the future," Zhao Xiaojuan gently counseled.
"I get it, you don’t need to say anymore, I won’t ask for a pencil case," Zhaodi said.
Seeing that everyone in the family disagreed with her suggestion, Zhaodi could only reluctantly compromise. There was no helping it; she was too young and had no say in the household.
Seeing that she was being compliant, Zhao Xiaojuan touched her head and comforted her silently for a while before saying, "Zhaodi, you’re starting school tomorrow. Check out what you’re going to wear to school, so you’re not rushing to find sothing tomorrow morning."
"I know, mom."
Da Ya and Er Ya only had two sets of clothes, both patched. Although they were clean, the patches were conspicuous.
However, they didn’t pursue external appearances, so both simply chose a set of clothes with fewer patches, and that was that.
Zhaodi, on the other hand, was different from the other two; she had many clothes, but all of them were hand--downs from Jiang Mianmian.
She still rembered what she had said last ti; she really didn’t want to accept charity from others anymore, continuing to be looked down upon.
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