"Song Xiaoqiang, what are you talking about?" Song Jianmei walked over and gave her cousin a blank look: "Do you have to be idle? If you have nothing to do, just get out and do your homework. If this happens, I won't help you with your homework in the future."

The little fat man didn't take his cousin seriously in other aspects, but he threw out the killer weapon of "not helping with homework", and immediately surrendered, rolled into his room with a giggle. Before entering the door, the guy turned his head and smiled at Qi Ran, stretched out his thumbs and touched it, and made a kissing gesture.

You bastard! Qi Ran is trying to fight. How old is the age of yours, your mind is so complicated, and you are filled with bad water.

"I'll have a while to eat, so watch TV first," Song Jianmei handed the remote control to Qi Ran, took an apple and sat on the sofa, lowered her head and focused on peeling the fruit.

Qi Ran turned the TV channel to financial news, and the host was broadcasting with a serious face: the US subprime mortgage storm has evolved into a global financial crisis, the European Central Bank cut interest rates by 50 basis points, the Bank of England cut interest rates by 150 basis points, the EU proposed a stimulus package of 200 billion euros, and the chief Japanese cabinet secretary admitted that the economy had officially entered a recession.

No matter how I listened, I felt that the host was a little gloating. Next was the domestic economic news. His attitude immediately turned 180 degrees, his voice became much happier, and the content was cliché. In short, the situation in the country was very good.

If it were released before, these words would definitely be fake and empty, but today's news program is real and has some truth: if the four trillion yuan is spent, except for the foreign trade export industry, which is relatively affected by the Western economy, almost all other industries are in full swing. Moreover, the side effects of economic stimulus plans will be brought about. Just as the Jinyunshan meeting came to a conclusion in advance, leaving more time and space for policy shifts, limiting the harm of these side effects to the minimum.

Against the backdrop of the financial crisis sweeping across countries, China's economy is the only one, which is in sharp contrast with the declining Europe, the United States and Japan. Especially Japan, a vicious neighbor with a feud, will be able to overturn it from the second place of GDP in two or three years and replace it. This is a very satisfying thing.

Qi Ran felt secretly happy when he thought about it, and he smiled unconsciously.

Song Jianmei pretended to peel apples and secretly watched the movements. At first, the little girl pursed her mouth. She was watching financial news and pretending to behave. When she found out that he was really focused on reading, she couldn't help but be surprised. She reexamined this familiar and unfamiliar classmate.

At this time, the advertisement was broadcast in the middle of the news, Qi Ran's eyes left the TV screen. Song Jianmei quickly lowered her head - it had been a while since the apple had not been peeled yet.

Qi Ran's thoughts left the news content and returned to the room. Suddenly, he was stunned: the wallpaper had faded, and the stains could still be seen even after cleaning. The corners of the sofa handrail were broken and glued with transparent tape. The lamps had turned yellow and the lights were much dimmed, making the whole room look even older.

From TV news to reality, the gap is really huge. No wonder many people laugh at themselves and want to live in the world of news broadcasts.

The country and society are indeed progressing. But they are not doing enough in many aspects. The sixteen-year-old Qi Ran cannot speak one set of high-sounding principles like the officials on the rostrum. But as long as you look at the gap between the TV news and Ran Shanglan's family, and think about Song Jianmei's father's experience, you will know that Jiangshan and Chen Weiya's approach must be problematic...

"Hey, what are you looking at? I haven't been to the common people's houses?" Song Jianmei gave a white look, handed him the peeled apple, and then lowered her head and cut her. The girl's soft neck was drooping, and her skin was as white as porcelain, with light blue blood vessels faintly revealing.

Qi Ran took the apple and took a bite. It was sweet and crispy. While chewing, he said vaguely: "Where is it? My family was similar to this before."

"You will lie, just say something nice," the little girl didn't believe it. The family is not as luxurious as a playboy like Qi Ran.

"By the way," Qi Ran put down the apple, and the problem was stuck in his stomach for a long time: "I just heard from Xiaopang that your father broke his body on the construction site in Huanya?"

Song Jianmei immediately became very alert, hesitated for a moment before pretending to be an understatement: "Well, he accidentally fell off the scaffolding while working."

"Did they compensate for the compensation? And your dad is like that, don't you hate Huanya?" Qi Ran asked carefully. In fact, what he wanted to ask was why Song Jianmei still followed the street dance team to carry out publicity activities for Huanya. She could fully understand that she would have so fiercely opposed her body painting when she heard that she would have done body painting, but she could not go from the beginning.

"I've compensated, I've paid... I want to see who they are," Song Jianmei answered quite reluctantly. After saying that, she closed her mouth tightly, unwilling to continue the topic.

Qi Ran didn't ask any more questions. Perhaps for Song Jianmei, mentioning her father's injury and disability would make her feel very uncomfortable. After all, this is a sad thing in her family.

The sonata of pots, pans and so on in the kitchen finally stopped. Ran Shanglan walked out with a heat-insulated rice bucket, and Song Jianmei was about to pick it up.

"You talk to you, let Xiaoqiang go and send it to you today," Ran Shanglan waved her hands with a smile, called Song Xiaoqiang out, and asked him to deliver food to his father.

Qi Ran couldn't help but sigh. It seemed that Song Jianmei usually went to deliver food. This relative's house was not so convenient for food and accommodation. She had to go to pick up goods and do all kinds of housework. It seemed that she would help her cousin do some homework from time to time. No wonder the scores in this midterm exam dropped.

By the way, her father is paralyzed in bed, which will definitely put more pressure on her. Fortunately, Huanya gave compensation, and I hope she will come out of this tragedy as soon as possible. Seeing that she is willing to perform a show for Huanya with the street dance team, there should be no psychological shadow, right?

Ran Shanglan and Lei Chunxia worked together to set up the dining table. Qi Ran and Song Jianmei wanted to help, but they were blocked by the two aunts.

After a while, the steaming food filled the table.

Ran Shanglan was a cook at the canteen of the agricultural machinery factory in the past, and her cooking skills were quite good. Fish-flavored shredded pork, hot waist flower, Kung Pao chicken, Mapo tofu, boiled cabbage, and seaweed egg soup were all ordinary home-cooked dishes, but the red ones, the green ones, the white ones were all full of color, fragrance and taste, which made people's index fingers very excited.

The white rice that emerged from the bowl exudes the fragrance of rice. A stack of kimchi, radish and cabbage were poured with red chili oil. Thinking of the sour and spicy taste, the saliva was almost flowing out.

"Oh, sit down and eat, try my aunt's skills," Ran Shanglan greeted her very enthusiastically, and was the chief with her back against the wall.

"Wait for Xiaoqiang," Qi Ran smiled.

Ran Shanglan said indifferently: "Hi, what are you doing when you go back and forth, and you will be back soon. His father was worried about the number of customers at night and wanted to sell more fruits, so he stayed at the stall."

There is a square nearby, with many old men and women dancing at night, ordinary people walking their dogs, and young people falling in love and slamming the road. If you want to do this business at night, you have to keep the stall. Although it doesn’t take long for dinner, you can’t take the stall back and put it out after dinner, right? So you can only stay at the stall and ask your home to deliver the meal.

Laid-off workers and ordinary people, if they want to earn more money, they can only struggle with themselves.

Qi Ran was very lit up. Ran Shanglan was very ordinary to Song Jianmei's niece. She was not a saint, but she was not a bad guy. She was a bit philistine and a little snobbish. In fact, most people were just like this. In the past, Longquan coal mine had poor efficiency, her parents had low income, and her mother was so enthusiastic and generous. She gave New Year's money to her cousin during the Spring Festival and sent living expenses to her grandparents. She had to make up and count them. After all, she was deducted tightly. After all, it was not the only condition.

Everyone got into the table and just as they picked up the chopsticks, they heard the sound of running hurriedly outside.

Song Xiaoqiang gasped and shouted: "Mom, mom, it's not good. The bearded man brings people to cause trouble. Dad is there alone!"

Ah? Ran Shanglan was in a state of confusion. The chopsticks in her hand fell to the ground. Then she looked at Qi Ran for help: "Qi, Mr. Qi, I heard from Sister Lei that you know the city leaders. Can you say hello to the police station..."

Oh, Lei Chunxia secretly called bad luck. No wonder the iron cockerel Ran Shanglan was so enthusiastic today. It turned out to be for this!

In the afternoon, she came back with salad oil. Before she saw Qi Ran, she was surrounded by neighbors and bragged. She said that the boss of Qilu Company was a big boss and had a deep background in the company, but she didn't expect that Ran Shanglan would remember it.

Bosses often don’t like this, so they may have some ideas, right? Ran Shanglan looked at it anxiously.

Song Jianmei also immediately reacted and looked at her aunt with some grievance. She had already owed Qi Ran's affection at school, so her aunt came to beg him again. Could it be that someone owed us?

"Qi Ran, that big beard is a famous bad guy here. He is very fierce and many people are afraid of him," Song Jianmei told Qi Ran the truth.

This honest little girl! Ran Shanglan was so anxious that she was sweating all over and kicked her foot under the table.

Song Jianmei stood up, his little face was not as strong as his age: "Auntie, don't be afraid. No matter how fierce the bearded man is, he dare not do anything randomly. Let's reason with him. At worst, you can beat 110! Let's go, uncle is there alone, don't let him wait for a long time."

Song Xiaoqiang blinked his eyes and looked at his sister as if he didn't know him. He never thought that she had such a strong side.

Ran Shanglan couldn't help calling Qi Ran anymore. She was embarrassed with a blushing face and told Qi Ran and Lei Chunxia to stay at home to continue eating. She went over and took a look and came back.

"I'll go too," Qi Ran left the chair and stood up, smiling: "Aunt Ran's words are wrong. How can the owner be in trouble and the guests sit and eat steadily?" (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!