Li Guizhen got off work late today, but she went home earlier than the rest of the family. She was busy cooking when her son came back. Just looking at his appearance, Li Guizhen suddenly felt bad.
"This puppy, did you get into a fight with someone?" Li Guizhen cursed and reached out to pull his ears.
Wei Jing quickly pulled Yang Jiabo behind him and looked at Li Guizhen with disapproval look. "Auntie, Jiajia was bullied by a senior student at school today. You should comfort him."
"You don't know, Jiajia has been naughty since he was a child, If you don't beat him for three days, he will climb the roof and remove the tiles." After Li Guizhen finished speaking to Wei Jing in a kind way, she looked at Yang Jiabo and immediately put on a stepmother face. "Tell me, why did that senior bully you and not others?"
Yang Jiabo had the urge to vomit blood. Do you need a reason for others to bully you? This is definitely, definitely not my biological mother.
"Auntie, don't blame Jiajia, it's not his fault." Wei Jing quickly explained the matter clearly.
After hearing this, Li Guizhen immediately decided to deduct Yang Jiabo's pocket money to avoid the same thing happening. "I told his father that it’s not good for children to have too much pocket money, but his father wouldn’t listen. Look, didn't he get beaten this time? "
The pocket money of 50 cents a day was reduced to 20 cents. Yang Jiabo suddenly felt that life was hopeless and it was better to die.
"If I had known this, I might as well get a beating. "
Wei Jing looked at his appearance and felt very guilty. "Jiajia, don't be sad. How about I buy you whatever you want to eat in the future?"
"What's yours can never be mine. Alas, life is so difficult."
Yang Jiabo's pocket money was unreasonably reduced by Li Guizhen, and no matter how coquettishly he acted, he failed to recover his pocket money. He could only hope that things would improve after preschool and when he formally entered elementary school.
Although his pocket money had been reduced, Yang Jiabo's life was still relatively comfortable. The two brothers Wei Jing and Wei Feng had a lot of pocket money, so they took turns buying him snacks. Especially Wei Jing, who spent almost all his pocket money on Yang Jiabo.
Yang Jiabo just muddled through his preschool life with no desire to live. In the blink of an eye, the seven-year-old kid Yang Jiabo entered the first grade. It was a new semester and a new atmosphere. His poor pocket money was increased to the original 50 cents, which was really gratifying.
In the first grade of elementary school, the school time was naturally longer than that of preschool. However, Yang Jiabo could still handle the elementary school courses, and learning them was not difficult at all. He didn't know if it was the benefit of rebirth, but he found that his memory and thinking ability were much better than in the previous life.
As long as he took it seriously, he could still be a top student. But for a person who wanted to die at every turn, easily depressed, pessimistic, and had little interest in anything, it seemed not easy to study hard and make progress every day.
Elementary school was okay, it was a piece of cake for a person with an adult soul. But when he got to junior high school, he couldn't be sure, the further he went the harder it would be. But that was all in the future. Yang Jiabo's mind was not on studying at all, he spent all day thinking about how to make money.
"Jiajia." When Bai Cheng saw Yang Jiabo, he was like a dog seeing a bone and came up to him happily.
Ever since the robbery incident, Bai Cheng started to hate Yang Jiabo. However, Yang Jiabo didn't dislike him like others, and even taught him how to make money. Yang Jiabo was now simply his God of Wealth, the dawn of his life.
"What's the matter?" Yang Jiabo raised his head and glanced at him, then drooped his head in low spirits.
"Will you help me make money during the holidays?" Bai Cheng's eyes sparkled.
" Wait till I figure out what to do. Besides, school has just started and it’s still a long way to go before the holidays. "Oh, why do I have to go to school with a bunch of little brats? How much time is wasted.
"Jiajia, you didn't even come to play with us during the holidays, so you just took him to make money?" Wei Feng looked angry, like an abandoned puppy.
Although Wei Jing said nothing, he was also waiting for Yang Jiabo's answer.
"Yeah, life is hard. How can I survive without some savings?" Alas, I still want to die, but my father will be sad.
"Jiajia, are you short of money?" Wei Jing frowned.
"There is no shortage now, but people have to take a longer view. A few years later, I can hardly afford to go to school. Yang Jiabo looked at the sky with a sad face.
"Jiajia, you are so powerful." Wei Feng didn't understand, although he didn't understand it, it seemed pretty awesome.
Wei Jing's brows furrowed. "You're still young, those things aren't something you should worry about."
Yang Jiabo rolled his eyes at him and said weakly: "Nonsense, it’s my own tuition, so if I don’t worry about it, who will? "
"Jiajia, you haven't promised me yet." Bai Cheng looked at him expectantly.
"I know, I'll call you when the time comes."
After receiving a positive answer, Bai Cheng left happily.
"Jiajia, what on earth did you do to make money?" Wei Feng looked at him doubtfully.
"What can we do here? We just sell some vegetables, and we can't make much money in a day." Children are disadvantaged, and they can't do many things.
"Jiajia, you are so awesome." Wei Feng had a look of admiration on his face.
"Class is about to start, let's walk faster." Wei Jing urged.
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