Yang Xiaojin was born into a wealthy family. While other people's children went to kindergarten, she had to stay at home and wait for her private tutor to show up.
Those tutors were all carefully selected by the consortiums. Even a little girl like her had to know everything in the world.
She did not have playmates to play with, nor did she have a teacher to play games with. Those old pedants would not take her to play handkerchief tossing.
Only Yang Anjing would occasionally appear at the Yang Clan's manor. He would read her fairy tales, teach her nursery rhymes, and jump rope with her.
Yang Xiaojin cherished the time she spent with Yang Anjing because it was not easy to come by.
After elementary school, she went to a school for the nobility in Stronghold 88. Although she did not really like her classmates there, she still enjoyed going to school.
That was because as long as she went to school, she would not have to face the heavy and strict atmosphere at home.
Yang Xiaojin had no concept of home since she was very young. The Yang Clan's manor was more like a hotel to her. She did not have to clean up the place, and the servants would hand her the laundry every day. She could often see the servants, but she rarely saw her relatives.
In fact, Yang Xiaojin did not think there was anything to complain about. She was already born into one of the best families in the world. She did not have to worry about food and clothing, nor did she have to worry about not being able to pay for school. She did not have to worry about anything related to money.
The first thing Yang Anjing did when he brought her out of the stronghold was to show her how tough life was as a refugee. He even brought her to stay in town for a month.
Therefore, Yang Xiaojin knew very well that although her childhood was boring, it was never miserable. There were many people who had it worse than her.
On the day she turned 12, Yang Anjing said to her, "Don't think that it's bad luck that you were born into the Yang family. There are millions of people in this world who would like to swap lives with you. While you're sitting in front of the bright window in a daze, they have to carry bamboo baskets and go down to the coal mines to earn their daily necessities. I hate the Yang family because I hate their hypocrisy. I established the Saboteurs because I know all of this was caused by The Cataclysm. One day, you'll also have to understand what you need. Then one day, you'll start working hard to have the strength and courage to defend it. By then, you'll have grown up. "
Yang Xiaojin was sometimes at a loss. What did she need? The Saboteurs' beliefs were Yang Anjing's, not hers.
The ambition of the Yang Clan belongs to the adults, and it has nothing to do with her.
At this moment, she watched as Ren Xiaosu paced back and forth in the house and told her that after the peach tree bore fruit, the two of them could go on the street and sell the peaches they couldn't finish. They could even give them to their neighbors.
The kitchen was not complete, so they had to buy some on the street and buy new seasonings.
Ren Xiaosu was in charge of cleaning the house. Yang Xiaojin was in charge of cleaning the house.
There seemed to be a leak on the roof. Tomorrow he would buy some waterproof felt to fix it.
At some point, Yang Xiaojin suddenly realized what she needed. She just needed a home. She could go out with Ren Xiaosu to fight and kill, but when she returned home, the young man would immediately become the candle light in the house.
Yang Xiaojin looked at Ren Xiaosu, who had suddenly become long-winded, and said with a smile, "I'll cook for you tomorrow."
Ren Xiaosu was stunned for a moment, then asked knowingly, "I thought you didn't know how to cook?"
"Don't worry, it won't kill you," Yang Xiaojin said.
This was the first time Yang Xiaojin had taken the initiative to cook. Ren Xiaosu noticed that Yang Xiaojin's mentality seemed to have changed a little. He replied with a smile, "Okay, let's go buy groceries tomorrow morning. I'll eat them even if it kills me."
Yang Xiaojin rolled her eyes. "You knew I could cook, didn't you? When you cooked for me before, you looked at me differently!"
Ren Xiaosu was amused. "A sniper's eyes are really good."
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The next morning, the two of them got up early to wash up.
There were quite a lot of bedrooms on the second floor. Ren Xiaosu was a little regretful. He felt that he should have bought a one-bedroom apartment.
But on second thought, he felt that it was not right. If it were a one-bedroom apartment, he would probably have to sleep on the sofa since he had the heart but not the guts.
After the two of them packed up, they each carried a bamboo basket and went out.
As soon as they went out, they ran into their next-door neighbors. It was a middle-aged couple who looked like they were going out for work.
Ren Xiaosu sized them up. The couple were slightly plump and dressed appropriately. The man was wearing a clean suit, so he should have a decent job.
The middle-aged woman smiled and greeted them. "I heard from Auntie Wang yesterday that she was moving in with new neighbors. I didn't expect you to move in so soon. I didn't pay you a visit yesterday. My name is Hu Xiaobai, and this is my husband, Wang Yuexi. "
The middle-aged man nodded as a form of greeting. It seemed like he did not want to deal with Ren Xiaosu and Wang Yuexi too much.
Ren Xiaosu smiled and said, "It's nothing, Sister Hu. We should be the ones paying them a visit."
"Are y 'all going out to buy groceries?" Sister Hu said with a smile, "I heard from Auntie Wang that y' all aren't from Stronghold 144?"
"Yes, we're from the Central Plains," Ren Xiaosu said.
"It's good that you came to the Northwest. The Central Plains is so chaotic now, so how can it be safer than our Northwest?" Sister Hu said with a smile, "We're all from the Northwest!"
Ren Xiaosu sighed. The organizations in the Central Plains were still setting up strongholds to prevent refugees from entering the cities, but the Northwest was already shouting slogans like "We're all from the Northwest".
It was foreseeable that the Wang Clan's war would not stop. In the future, more and more people would migrate to the Northwest due to the chaos of war.
At this moment, Sister Hu said with a smile, "Have you found a job after coming to the Northwest?"
"No, I just want to rest for a while," Ren Xiaosu explained.
"Mhm, it's good to rest for a while." Sister Hu said enthusiastically, "My husband works at the Administrative Centre. If y 'all have any difficulties, just let us know. He's quite a figure in the stronghold."
Sister Hu was like many warm-hearted older sisters. She looked quite helpful and liked to chat about family matters. From time to time, she would even unintentionally show off her husband.
At this moment, Ren Xiaosu saw the man quietly tugging at Sister Hu's sleeve. He smiled at Sister Hu and said, "There's nothing much that we can trouble you two with. We're both very casual people."
"Alright then, let's chat again when we're free. We're neighbors anyway, so let's keep in touch." Sister Hu then left for work.
When they were far away, her husband, Wang Yuexi, grumbled in a low voice, "Why did you tell them so much? There are more and more immigrants coming to Stronghold 144 now, and there are also more people looking for connections. They're either trying to start a business to get approval, or they're trying to get a good job. If they really come looking for me for help, how am I supposed to turn them down?"
Sister Hu whispered, "I was just being polite. Besides, we're all neighbors, so what's wrong with helping them out?"
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