It turned out that Zhang Panpan saw his aunt going door to door to borrow money for her and her cousin to go to college, and was even humiliated.

I felt extremely uncomfortable for a while.

I have even thought about whether I should not go to school, but should make money so that my aunt can hold her head high?

Later, it was her aunt who noticed her thoughts and scolded her so hard that Zhang Panpan stopped these thoughts.

"Panpan! You must go to college. No matter how hard it is, you have to go to college! My aunt will also sell everything to send you to college. If you dare not go to college, don't recognize me as your aunt in the future!"

"Baby! Auntie has suffered the disadvantage of not going to school, so she has lived like this in this life. Auntie hopes you can live a good life!"

"In the future, if you become successful, you can take your aunt to the city to enjoy the blessings. So what if your aunt has been miserable these past few years?"

"Don't let aunt down."

Zhang Panpan listened and came to school with the package, but she did not ask for the money that her aunt had lost her dignity in exchange for. She would rather starve and freeze than see her aunt act like a lowly person.

When Yun Qinghuan and others first learned about Zhang Panpan's life experience, they felt a little depressed.

Seeing that she kept eating steamed buns, sometimes even not eating steamed buns, she couldn't stand it anymore. Everyone lent her a piece of meat, a total of five yuan, and various tickets, which was enough for Zhang Panpan to eat for a while.

I wanted to lend her a little more, but it was too much and the girl definitely wouldn't take it.

Zhang Panpan didn't want it at first, but it was Yun Qinghuan who said, "If you ruin your body now, what if you graduate from this university? Not only will you not be able to repay your aunt, but you will also have to take care of her in turn." You, is this what you want to see?"

Zhang Panpan pursed her lips and said nothing.

"Besides, we didn't give it to you for free. You still have to pay it back. When the school's money comes down, can't you just pay it back to us?"

Having said this, Zhang Panpan reached out to take the money and notes, and sincerely thanked several people, his eyes still slightly red.

A few people just pretended not to see it.

On the first day of school, the teacher told them that they would also receive subsidies for going to college, with fifteen yuan a month.

But I’m afraid the money won’t be distributed until the end of the month.

But during this time, Zhang Panpan always wanted to eat.

Because Qiao Yue, Zhao Qiumei and the others were very busy in the first few days of school and did not come to see Yun Qinghuan.

On Saturday, both Qiao Yue and Zhao Qiumei came to see Yun Qinghuan and invited Yun Qinghuan to visit where they lived.

With their children, they couldn't live in the dormitory, which was inconvenient, so they didn't pay the accommodation fee and rented a house outside.

When Yun Qinghuan arrived, she discovered that they rented a large yard made of bricks. It was quite big, and a lot of vegetables were grown in it.

There are three houses in total, two kitchens and one bathroom.

Qiao Yue's family of four lived in a relatively large room. The room was divided into two compartments with wooden boards. The family slept inside, and there was a table outside for receiving guests.

Zhao Qiumei and her daughter lived in a room in the middle.

The house is not big, but the decoration is quite cozy.

The kitchen was also kept very clean.

In just a few days, a few people had already prepared all the kitchen utensils and everything.

There are two iron pots in the kitchen, one large and one small. When cooking, there will be no situation where one is not finished and the other is not finished.

After shopping around, Yun Qinghuan saw that another room was locked and asked curiously, "Who lives in that room? Or is it a pile of debris?"

"Gu Mingliang lives with his son."

"Um?"

Yun Qinghuan was a little surprised and looked at Qiao Yue and Zhao Qiumei.

What's happening here?

Qiao Yue couldn't help but smile and began to explain that it turned out that this house was the house of Gu Mingliang's mentor, and no one had ever lived in it.

His tutor saw that it was inconvenient for him to take his children with him, so he asked him to live here with his children and pay him an appropriate amount of rent every month.

The vegetables in this yard are all grown by Gu Mingliang.

Qiao Yue and her family came to Kyoto with Zhao Qiumei. They were not familiar with the place and it was difficult to find an apartment.

I met Gu Mingliang by chance. Gu Mingliang said that there were two houses in his tutor's yard that could be rented to students, and he asked them if they would rent them.

Qiao Yue and Zhao Qiumei were very surprised. They came over to take a look and saw three large tile-roofed houses with basic furniture. There was also a well in the yard. The environment was very good. The most convenient thing was that it was close to the school. Just a fifteen minute walk.

The two of them were very satisfied and rented it directly.

The teacher was an old man in his fifties or sixties. He and his wife were very good friends. They were both teachers at the Normal University. When they saw that they were two students from the same school renting a house, they both agreed.

This house is also cheap, only five yuan a month.

You can't find such a cheap rent nearby.

It just so happened that the four of them were all educated youths and had all lived in the educated youth camp. They all knew each other's temperaments and there was no need to harmonize their tempers. Now it's good to live together, as they don't have to live with strangers.

After hearing what Qiao Yue said, Yun Qinghuan couldn't help but laugh and said, "I didn't expect that you two are really destined to be together. After going round and round, we are all acquaintances in this group."

Zhao Qiumei laughed beside her.

After looking at the courtyard, several people took their children to the nearby shopping mall for a while. When it was almost time, they returned to the small courtyard and started making lunch.

Yun Qinghuan cooked with them and had a meal at noon.

Qiao Yue also said directly, "From now on, if you get tired of eating in the cafeteria, just buy ingredients and cook with us to change the taste."

“It happens to be an existing kitchen, so it’s convenient.”

Yun Qinghuan smiled and nodded in agreement.

But she knew that she probably didn't come here very often. After all, no matter how good a friend is, one must have some sense of boundaries.

Besides, if she came here to cook, it would be unreasonable not to feed them, but there were so many of them, and a meal would probably cost a lot of money, not to mention it would be a waste of time and effort.

If she was really greedy, she might as well spend more money to buy something delicious at a state-owned restaurant.

This is Kyoto after all, and the chefs in state-owned hotels are very good at cooking, and the food is much better than in smaller places.

It's just a little money spent, but it saves a lot of trouble.

After dinner, Yun Qinghuan helped wash the dishes.

We talked about the problems of these children.

After all, several adults are in school and usually very busy. Where can they find time to look after the children?

Qiao Yue also explained that Gu Mingliang's wife helped find a nearby factory, which had a special kindergarten class for children who were not yet old enough to enter first grade.

Many parents in the factory work both ways, so how can they find time to take care of their children?

So I set up a kindergarten class and hired three or four people to look after the children. Each child paid two yuan a month and took care of one meal at noon. It was a very cost-effective deal.

Gu Mingliang's mistress found some connections, and now Gu Mingliang's son and these three little girls have been sent inside.

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