Ding! The growth record of the rich girl

Hearing Chi Qing say this, the old couple felt happy again. Yes, now that they have money, they can live a good life.

At night, Chi Qing slept in the west bedroom, listening to the whispers from his parents' room in the east, occasionally interrupted by his mother's deliberately suppressed laughter, and Chi Qing slowly fell asleep.

The next morning, Chi Qing was awakened by the sound of tofu vendors outside the door. There are often such small vendors in rural areas, driving electric tricycles and selling all kinds of sundries with loud speakers.

Chi Qing's first reaction when he woke up was to quickly pick up his phone to check the balance. Sure enough, at 12:00,40 last night, yuan had been credited to his account, and the system notification sound also rang in Chi Qing's mind on time. Chi Qing felt relieved, listening to the kitchen mother humming happily while cooking, and his heart was like a gorgeous firework, the joy and peace of mind were so overwhelming that he couldn't suppress it.

"Why don't you sleep a little longer?" Yue Meifen asked when she saw Chi Qing walk out of the room. "I can't sleep, and I don't want to sleep anymore," Chi Qing said. "Mom, I transferred another 4 yuan to my dad's account." Seeing Yue Meifen was about to say something, Chi Qing immediately said, "Mom, you're just worried that I'll spend it recklessly."

Chi Qing made the decision to transfer more money to his parents this morning. After all, although the system should be stable, what if it crashes someday? So he should transfer more money to his parents from time to time. In case the system fails, at least his parents' old age will be guaranteed. At this moment, he can ignore the countless eye rolls from the system in the corner: Tsk, it crashed, how could my system crash, you stupid human.

Today, Yue Meifen and Chi Yongliang have recovered their spirits and are obviously happier. Chi Yongliang's spine, which was previously bent by life, seems to have straightened a little.

"Dad, there are very advanced electric wheelchairs abroad that can climb stairs. Let me find a channel to buy one for you," said Chi Qing while eating breakfast, looking at Chi Yongliang's worn-out crutches in the corner.

"No, I'm still young. I'll wait until I'm older." Chi Yongliang has never liked sitting in a wheelchair. He feels like he really can't walk.

"Okay, then I'll buy you a better pair of crutch." Chi Qing knew what his father was thinking and did not insist.

After dinner, Chi Qing started to walk around the house. Hmm, the refrigerator is too old. Buy one! Air conditioner, buy one! Washing machine, buy one! TV, buy one! … Buy one! Buy one! Buy one!

Chi Qing wrote down a full page of things he wanted to buy, and started shopping like a tiger in various flagship stores on Taobao. In the end, he only spent 5 yuan on a bunch of things.

After transferring 4 yuan of the balance on the mobile phone to his father, plus the 5 yuan, there was nearly 5 yuan left. Chi Qing suddenly felt a sense of urgency and wanted to go back shopping. After all, he bought mainly for his parents last time and hadn't used it yet.

"Oh, the college student is back," Chi Qing was standing in the yard thinking when a passionate female voice came. Chi Qing turned around and saw a woman about fifty years old wearing a headscarf and carrying a basket of vegetables in her hand walking in.

Chi Qing looked at this familiar face, but he didn't know what to call her, and felt a little embarrassed. "Qingqing, this is your third sister-in-law, call her third sister-in-law," Yue Meifen said hurriedly as she came out of the kitchen. "Ah, third sister-in-law, come in and sit down," Chi Qing was a little confused, how could she be his peer at such an old age, but he still said it clearly and hurriedly greeted her.

"Yes, just call me Third Sister-in-law and follow my Fifth Aunt (that is Yue Meifen)," said the woman called Third Sister-in-law.

"Aunt Wu, my mother-in-law asked me to bring you some radishes and cabbages. She's worried that you haven't been to the village for so many years and you may not be familiar with farming these few years. Don't go hungry in the winter." The woman called Third Sister-in-law said as she brought the basket of vegetables to the kitchen.

The wilted cabbage leaves and tiny radish roots were drooping their heads and sticking out from the edge of the basket...