33: Chapter 20: Hundred Refinent Fruit 33: Chapter 20: Hundred Refinent Fruit “Shall I go get the money back?” Not only Li Fangi but others had also misunderstood, and Lin Nianqiang scratched his head, asking uncertainly.
At the sa ti, he harbored so resentnt.
His sister-in-law cared too much about face, he always said that no matter what others say, what you have in hand is what’s real.
“No need,” Lin Xiaoguai paused before she grasped the aning of her second uncle’s words and shook her head, “I do not care about the money itself, if I can use it to avoid so troubles, I couldn’t ask for more.” In fact, she was pleasantly surprised that Aunt had grasped the importance of having the moral high ground.
She spoke candidly, and the others also felt relieved.
Li Fangi said, “Wanwan’s got it right, money can be earned again.
Both you and Shen Chi are upstanding, no need to be so petty.”
Although she had lived in hardship for most of her life, Li Fangi had always been philosophical about money; it’s good to have, but life goes on without it, as long as you don’t starve to death.
The key thing was that whatever money you have must co from a rightful source, otherwise it would not bring peace of mind.
Therefore, to live a peaceful life in the future, she had decided to let Lin Xiaoguai give up that sum of money.
Of course, this was also because the couple was one military officer and one future university student, so they were certain not to worry about earning money in the future; that’s why she was so decisive.
“Aunt, I have a favor to ask of you,” Lin Xiaoguai brought up an issue that had troubled her in a past life, “I’d like to ask you to exhu my mom’s coffin to be buried with my dad, and also to erect a tombstone.”
Due to so external circumstances, mom’s grave was so distance from dad’s.
That was bad enough, but in her previous life, soone had been quarrying on the mountain and caused a landslide that affected her mother’s grave site.
Eventually, they couldn’t even find the coffin.
Dad’s grave wasn’t much better; there were years she was particularly busy and couldn’t make it back for Qingming, and her brothers sohow failed to manage, so by the millennium there was still no tombstone for dad.
Other villagers buried their dead nearby and, with several families mixed together without tombstones, it beca unclear which grave belonged to whom, and they ended up having to worship together.
“Why bring this up all of a sudden?” Everyone was a bit surprised.
“I figured it’s sothing that needs to be done sooner or later, and putting it off isn’t solving anything.
I won’t have much ti to go back in the coming years, and my brothers…” Lin Xiaoguai did not continue.
The others imdiately understood her aning; although her brothers were not unfilial, with several overbearing sisters-in-law calling the shots, they truly wouldn’t consider such matters.
After all, strictly speaking, moving the grave wasn’t a must, nor was erecting a tombstone.
Lin Xiaoguai handed Aunt five yuan, and Li Fangi did not refuse; after all, the family was indeed not well-off, and her son had suddenly started making a fuss about wanting to go into business.
After the Lin family mbers left, Lin Xiaoguai’s life returned to its peaceful state.
With Shen Xiu starting to go back to school for classes, she felt a bit lonely.
Grandma was not bad, but after all, she was an elder, and there were things Xiaoguai couldn’t discuss with her.
Moreover, with the two elders taking turns running the market stand, she tried not to disturb their rest, preparing als and cleaning the house well.
In the beginning, the elders were not at ease, always keeping her in sight, but after the pregnancy beca stable at three months, they began to relax slightly.
A rain had just fallen yesterday, but because it was sumr, today’s weather had not the slightest hint of coolness; instead, it was even more sultry.
Lin Xiaoguai felt uncomfortably hot.
There was no air conditioning in the house, not even a fan; she could only wet a towel and repeatedly wipe the sweat from her face.
She was not like this before; among the people around her, she was comparatively resistant to heat.
That she felt this way now was definitely because of the pregnancy.
Lin Xiaoguai was reading a newspaper, old issues her grandpa had brought from the supply and marketing cooperative.
After a long while of reading, she pinched the bridge of her nose with a hint of frustration.
In her past life, before becoming a freelance writer, she worked at a newly established magazine in Shanghai.
She was lucky to get in early enough to beco an editor and scrutinize submissions.
The magazine “Qing Feng” which she had overseen from the beginning had flourished.
Even in later years, it never went out of date and had a wide readership; it was still in circulation up to her death.
The reason she later left the magazine was twofold: “Qing Feng” had stabilized in its trajectory, and an editor-in-chief trained to take over from her had erged.
She was rely a contributor to other publications, which didn’t hold the sa significance to her as “Qing Feng.” Realizing she didn’t much like the nine-to-five routine life, she resigned.
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