It was said that the next day Miao Zhicheng would be taken to the Agricultural University for enrollment, but the actual departure turned out to be in the afternoon, around two or three o’clock.
And the reason, it tugged at the heartstrings.
This nephew, if it hadn’t been for Lin Lishan stuffing a prepared mosquito net into the luggage bag, it might have gone unnoticed that apart from the new clothes he had specifically changed into before coming, everything else was patched.
Plus, Miao Zhicheng’s luggage was extremely simple — a cloth bag with local products, a luggage bag, and a packed cotton quilt with a basin.
This arrangement wasn’t surprising. Every year, new students at the big university gates were like this; if not ninety percent, then eighty. Without tickets, it’s hard to move forward, so they bring whatever they can from home.
This is how the Zhou Family overlooked it.
Zhou Jiao remained indifferent as it wasn’t her business. Besides, the other party was an already employed man, so she paid him no extra attention.
And Lin Lishan? She was accustomed to having things handed to her. She had never dealt with such chores, and she didn’t think this nephew’s clothes seemed much inferior to the average person.
Upon seeing the patchwork clothes and pants in the bag, washed to a faded white, she whipped herself on the forehead a few times and went to find someone. Who did she seek?
When in need, find her daughter; she’s sure to handle it!
Thus the journey was delayed.
Thinking of Miao Zhicheng’s height over 1.7 meters, Zhou Jiao shook her head with a wry smile. Her dad and Zhang Guoqing were both tall, over 1.8 meters, and she’d always used their sizes as standards when buying men’s clothing. Finding such a small size was indeed difficult.
Fortunately, it was easier to alter larger to smaller; if it were the other way around, she would be really helpless.
Considering certain factors, Zhou Jiao did not intend to use new materials. She found military uniforms that fit her cousin’s size among the military supplies given by her godfather in the past and after slight modifications, completed a set of summer and fall outfits.
Then, she picked out a long-sleeved white shirt with a slightly skewed collar from Huaihai Old’s pile and adjusted it. Finally, he had some clothes to change into.
She rejected some of her mother’s silly suggestions; as a relative, Zhou Jiao felt this was sufficient. Didn’t you see that she and her husband were still wearing old clothes themselves!
"How much should I put in his red envelope? Your father let me decide," Lin Lishan lamented, scratching her head and looking expectantly at her daughter.
Zhou Jiao chuckled as she looked at her, "So what did you originally plan to give?"
"That kid is generous enough, giving Ping’an five bucks for pocket money. I can’t give too little, but too much wouldn’t be appropriate either. How about ten bucks?"
"Isn’t that quite well planned? Mom, I’ll add some food stamps later. He’s like a brother, having a monthly salary, money won’t be an issue."
"We must first ensure our own food supply."
Zhou Jiao shook her head at her with amusement. Am I that foolish? If it wasn’t for the other pampering my son, I wouldn’t even want to provide food stamps.
In the afternoon, a group of young lads and girls from the Eight Great Colleges in the Big Courtyard finally had the fortune to carry their luggage and board the military truck heading to the school.
"Which school are we going to first?"
"We’ll start with whichever we arrive at first. Kids coming in waves, somehow I feel I’m getting old. You all remember, study hard at school, don’t rush into relationships..."
The carriage erupted in laughter.
With a smile, Zhang Guoqing glanced at the opposite side and then asked a boy not far away: "Qian San, how many have entered the Agricultural University this year?"
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