Chapter 77

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On the campus, Gao Zhiyi was taking a walk on the shaded path to aid digestion. Li Jia was still eating the chestnuts and followed him.

"This young brother is pretty good, he has some ideas. How did you get to know him?" he asked Li Jia.

The perspective of girls on people is different from that of boys. "What do you mean by 'pretty good'? His parents sell breakfast and roasted chestnuts from a small cart near the school, working very hard. Look at how he spends money in the canteen at noon, so carelessly. He's already in the second year of junior high, not young anymore, and still so irresponsible. And you say he's good?"

"Oh, so he's not from the provincial capital?" Sometimes, the thinking of boys and girls is really not on the same wavelength.

"Not even from the town, a genuine rural kid. He's so unaware of the hardships and doesn't know how to be frugal," Li Jia said. She didn't know why she was a bit angry, as he had no relation to her. Why should she care about these things?

Gao Zhiyi found it more interesting. A genuine rural kid, only in the second year of junior high, already cares about these things. Interesting!

Feng Yiping didn't know that there was such a debate after he left. When he gave the food to his parents, he naturally received a few scoldings from Mei Qiuping, "How can it all be meat? One piece of meat would be good enough. You, my child!"

However, when Feng Yiping mentioned the price, they also thought it was a good deal.

Feng Yiping found a place to sit down and opened "Monetary and Financial Economics." He skipped the preface and table of contents and went straight to the first chapter. Only then did he understand why Gao Zhiyi had a difficult expression when he said he didn't understand advanced mathematics and English.

This first chapter had several formulas that required advanced mathematics, and there were even more English terms. There was no way around it; these theories were mostly translated and borrowed from the West, with few original contributions from us.

For over a year, Feng Yiping had always handled the textbooks of various subjects with ease. But facing this book, he felt it was the first time he found it very difficult and challenging.

But challenges make things interesting! Feng Yiping was not someone who gave up easily. He studied the book section by section, referring to the messy notes.

It was hard, really hard! But, when it comes to making money, when has it ever been easy? He encouraged himself.

Seeing how serious Feng Yiping was, Feng Zhenchang said to him, "Why don't you go back to your place? You can't help much here. Do you know the way now?"

So, from then on, Feng Yiping stayed at home during the day, struggling with those two books. He delivered lunch to his parents at noon and prepared dinner for them in the evening.

One day at noon, he met Li Jia again at the entrance of the university. Li Jia seemed to be waiting for him. When she saw him with two lunch boxes, she greeted him proactively.

Mei Qiuping took the lunch box and said, "You go ahead. There's no business now, you don't need to watch over it." Both Feng Zhenchang and Mei Qiuping approved of Feng Yiping interacting with college students, thinking it would be good for him to learn more.

Feng Yiping walked to the side with Li Jia. Li Jia patted his shoulder, "You're pretty good. I just heard today that you can already make money, which is better than me. I still rely on my parents."

No need to ask, it must be Feng Zhenchang and the others boasting about his small achievements in front of Li Jia.

Feng Yiping said a bit embarrassedly, "Did my parents show off again?"

"No, no, I asked about your grades, and they told me," Li Jia waved her hand. She had met Feng Zhenchang and the others by chance and asked out of curiosity.

Mei Qiuping, who was worried about how to bring up the topic, immediately boasted about her son's achievements when she heard Li Jia's question.

"I might be a bit biased in my studies, I'm very interested in the humanities and like to write. Also, as you can see, I try to earn some manuscript fees, which is a pressing need," Feng Yiping pointed to his parents.

"I understand, hehe, you're really quite sensible."

"I have no choice; poor children grow up fast. If I had your conditions, I would be playing happily without a care in the world."

"What conditions? If I were like you in the canteen, buying only the expensive things, my living expenses would only last half a month."

Hehe, she was a bit slow, and Feng Yiping's slight teasing seemed to go unnoticed.

"That was just once, okay, sister. I don't do it every day. Besides, in school, no matter how bad it is, you can always eat fresh vegetables. I, from the age of 10, for at least eight months out of twelve, have to eat pickled vegetables. So, having a chance to eat like this once in a while is not too much, right?" Feng Yiping complained.

"How can that be?" Li Jia didn't believe it at all. How could a city girl know the hardships of rural children?

"Why not?" Feng Yiping told her in detail. After listening, Li Jia's look at Feng Yiping changed.

For some reason, maybe because Li Jia was the youngest in her family and wanted a younger brother or sister, or maybe because Feng Yiping portrayed himself as a young and likable child, making it easy to feel close to him.

Now, looking at this somewhat thin and dark little brother, Li Jia really wanted to treat him to a good meal. "Did you eat enough at noon? Why don't we go to the school canteen again? I'll treat you, you can order whatever you want."

"Really, I don't need to today. I ate a lot at home. But since you mentioned it, I'll remember this meal. I'll let you know when I'm hungry for two days, and then I'll make sure to eat as much as Brother Fat, leaving a deep impression on you. You'd better prepare the money."

"Hehe," Li Jia laughed, looking at Feng Yiping running back to help his parents with their business. If she really had such a sensible and clever younger brother, it would be quite nice.

The next day at noon, her younger uncle Mei Yiliang found them at the entrance of the music college. This time, he didn't ride a bike, saying he would take Feng Yiping out to play and stay overnight at the factory.

After coming to the provincial capital, Feng Zhenchang and the others never said they would take a day off to go out. Missing a day of business meant losing dozens of yuan, and going out to play would cost money. They definitely wouldn't do such a foolish thing.

When Feng Yiping came, they thought one person could watch the stall while the other took him out to play. But Feng Yiping didn't want to, so they didn't insist.

Now, hearing that Mei Yiliang wanted to take him out to play, they naturally agreed.

So, Feng Yiping followed his younger uncle, changing buses twice and riding for about ten stops, finally arriving at the Zhongshan Park in the city center.

Seeing the girl who came to greet them at the park entrance, Feng Yiping knew that this wasn't really about taking him out to play. He was just an excuse, and today's task seemed to be to be a third wheel.

His older uncles had done this before, saying they were taking him out to play, but it always turned out to be meeting future aunts. So, Feng Yiping later didn't bother with them. He didn't expect to fall for it again today.

"Hello, Sister Cai Hong! I always hear my younger uncle praising you," he greeted her proactively.

"Hehe, you must be Yiping, the talented young writer! I often hear my younger uncle praising you too," Cai Hong walked over and handed her camera bag to Mei Yiliang.

She was wearing a short-sleeved casual shirt, a denim skirt, and a pair of flat sandals, looking very youthful.

"Sister Cai Hong, you're so beautiful. If I had an aunt like you, it would be great, right, younger uncle?"

Mei Yiliang patted his head, "What sister? Call her aunt!"

"What aunt? Am I that old? Just call me sister!"

"Then, just call her aunt, okay?" Feng Yiping, caught in the middle, said with a smile.

Mei Yiliang also laughed, and Cai Hong's face turned a bit red but didn't object. She led them to the park entrance, "Let's go, I've already bought the tickets."

Zhongshan Parks in various cities are similar, generally located in the city center, with good locations and a long history. The pavilions, terraces, and corridors are old, giving them a lot of ancient charm. Compared to the various imitation ancient buildings in later parks, they have more ancient elegance.

These ancient and elegant buildings make you calm down. Although it's just a wall away, the state of people inside and outside the wall is completely different.

Zhongshan Park may have another common point: the trees in the park are also old, most of them older than Feng Yiping.

So, walking in the park, the ancient trees on both sides of the road cast a canopy of shade, and the road in the middle is completely covered. With the large water surface nearby, the breeze is cool.

In the dog days of summer, this is a great place to cool off. Many retired elderly people, who probably have monthly tickets, bring chairs, large water bottles, and foldable tables to play cards by the roadside, looking very comfortable.

The wind blew, and the lotus leaves moved, bringing a fragrant scent. After sitting in the corridor by the lake, Feng Yiping really didn't want to move—no one likes to be a third wheel.

But Mei Yiliang was afraid of neglecting him. After helping Cai Hong take a few photos on the arch bridge, he called him over. Feng Yiping, who usually didn't like taking photos, really didn't want to be in the middle of them.

He unwillingly walked to the arch bridge, posed as instructed, and forced a smile. After a lot of effort, Mei Yiliang said the pose wasn't good and asked him to do it again.

The cameras at that time used film, which was expensive, and a roll of film could only take about thirty photos. Unlike digital cameras later, which could take many photos in quick succession, it took a long time to aim and then press the shutter.

Finally, after posing as required by Mei Yiliang and getting the photos taken, Feng Yiping negotiated with him, "Younger uncle, you two go play. I'm fine staying here to cool off."

Before Mei Yiliang could say anything, Cai Hong quickly responded, "How can that be? We mainly brought you out to play today. Don't you like the park? How about the zoo?"

So, women, your name is pretense! Do you think it's meaningful for two adults to try to cover up so obviously? Why do you have to drag me along?

It seems I can't avoid it. Fine, let's all go through the motions.

Feng Yiping took the camera from his younger uncle, "Come, this is nice. I'll take a photo of you two."

"Can you do it?" Mei Yiliang asked doubtfully. As far as he knew, Feng Yiping had never taken photos, let alone been in them.

"Don't worry," Feng Yiping took the camera from him without hesitation, "I've been learning to draw for over a year, and my composition is definitely better than yours. You'll see!"

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