"I need some repair tools," Qin Ye listed a few items.
Rong Wenming thought for a moment, "The tools you’re looking for probably won’t be available with the neighbors. I’ll go and ask at the agricultural machinery station later."
It wasn’t just in the towns that they had these stations, but in the city as well. Mainly for those living in the suburbs... which also encompassed several villages mainly into farming. Where there’s demand, there’s supply.
Even his hometown... that is, his grandfather’s generation, also lived in a village in the northern suburb.
They had just moved to the city later on.
Qin Ye didn’t want his father-in-law to exhaust himself, so he said, "I’ll go with you!"
Rong Wenming agreed, "Alright. Let’s go now then, if we wait any later, they might close for the day."
Qin Ye was even more agreeable to leaving immediately.
"Okay, we’ll cycle there, I’ll take you."
Rong Wenming quickly waved his hands, "No need, just take me next door to borrow a bike."
It was quite hot that day. Carrying his heavy self would surely be tiring on the bike. Besides, it was easy enough to borrow one from next door.
After speaking, he headed outside.
Meanwhile, Qin Ye washed his hands and face, then went outside, pushing his bicycle.
He waited at the door for a while, then saw his father-in-law coming with a borrowed bike from next door.
"Let’s go," Rong Wenming pedaled and signaled for Qin Ye to follow.
Rong Yan, who came out of the house, looked at her mom, "Where are they going?"
Madam Rong replied, "It seems Qin wants some tools, he’s gone with your dad to borrow some from the agricultural machinery factory."
"What does he want to do?" Rong Yan was curious.
Madam Rong shook her head, "I don’t know, he bought some junk and left it in the yard, no idea what he plans to do with it."
Hearing this, Rong Yan looked toward the yard, indeed seeing a pile of junk that she also couldn’t figure out its use.
She then withdrew her gaze, "Mom, what’s for dinner?"
Madam Rong glared at her, "All you think about is eating when your eyes are open and even when they’re closed."
Rong Yan smiled broadly, not at all upset by her mother’s remark.
"Isn’t life all about eating and drinking?"
Madam Rong: ...
Can’t you have some aspirations at your young age? But upon thinking about it, maybe what you said is right, isn’t life about eating and drinking?
She felt she was almost led astray.
Glaring at her, "If everyone were like you, who would be motivated to work?"
"Mom, don’t make such a big deal out of this. Eating and drinking is the ultimate goal. Do you think it’s easy to achieve that?"
"If there’s no money, how would one eat or drink? Would we resort to consuming the northwest wind? We’d still need to work hard to earn money, so the ultimate goal is a form of motivation."
Madam Rong was spun around by her words, looked at her irritably, "Always full of twisted logic, forget it, I can’t argue with you, not talking about this anymore."
"So, what’s for dinner?" Rong Yan brought the conversation back with a smile.
Madam Rong: ...
"... Eat whatever is there, no ordering."
Rong Yan: "... Ah, you’ve become much more irritable! You’re gradually losing patience with me too! Seems like I’m facing a family crisis, my status is questionable."
Madam Rong: ...
Can I hit her?
She glanced over at Qin Yu not far away.
She closed her eyes, thought better of it, and decided to spare her some face, after all, she was her own flesh and blood... own flesh and blood...
Just then, Aunt Jin’s voice came from next door, "Mom Yan..."
Aunt Jin was shocked when she heard this: "...how can the man have problems?"

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