Cao Shujie didn't force him either.

The two of them came down the mountain together, and Cao Shujie went home directly without going anywhere else.

As soon as he entered the house, he saw his wife accompanying his son in the yard while exercising while holding on to a cardboard box.

My son Cao Yirui is now 9 months old. He learned to crawl earlier than most children of the same age. Coupled with his usual nutrition, his overall physical fitness is much better than that of children of the same age.

With Cheng Xiaolin beside him to assist him and holding on to the box, the little guy can now stand for a little longer.

However, Cheng Xiaolin was also helpless. She found that after her son learned to stand, he no longer wanted to crawl. He always wanted to hold on to something and take two steps forward.

This is a typical example of wanting to leave before you can stand firm.

Regarding this situation, Cheng Xiaolin is worried that her son's bones will be too soft now that he is less than a month old. Is it bad for the body to stand for a long time?

However, it is a good thing no matter how you look at it, that your son can learn to walk so early.

Cheng Xiaolin also considered getting a red silk belt to loop around her son's armpits to help him learn to walk.

Hearing a sound at the door, she looked up and saw her husband coming in from the outside, with a smile on her face: "Shujie, are you done?"

"I'm done. I just sent Director Pan, Director Zuo and the reporters from the TV station and newspaper away."

"I thought you had to treat them to dinner tonight," Cheng Xiaolin said.

Cao Yirui, who was standing holding the box, saw his father coming in. He opened his mouth and started to laugh, and saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Dad," the little guy called him incomprehensibly, but Cao Shujie could understand it.

Then I saw the little guy let go of the box he was holding on with both hands, and walked towards Cao Shujie tremblingly.

This moment frightened Cao Shujie. He was afraid that his son would fall, so he quickly squatted down and stretched out his hands to support his son.

With the support of his father, the little guy started to walk like a duck, swinging his butt for two steps, and finally threw himself into his father's arms, burst out laughing, and drooled all over Cao Shujie's chest.

Despite this, Cao Shujie was still happy.

Just when he was about to praise his son, he suddenly heard his wife say: "Shujie, did you read the message sent in Mengmeng's class group?"

"You mean what Teacher Zhang sent about Hu Lina's mother being hospitalized?" Cao Shujie asked his wife.

When his wife nodded, Cao Shujie told her that she had just finished reading.

"I was busy when she sent the message and didn't pay attention to my phone. However, breast cancer is not like other cancers and it costs less."

"I think the biggest problem is that their family does not have a stable income in the future, and it is difficult to pay for her chemotherapy." Cao Shujie told his wife.

Cheng Xiaolin also nodded and asked her husband: "Aren't our factories still recruiting people? Why don't we wait until her mother is discharged from the hospital to see if we can arrange a suitable job for her father?"

Cao Shujie didn't blindly agree, but he didn't refuse either. He said, "Let Manager Wang take a look at it then. If it's OK, I'll keep it."

He doesn't know much about Hu Lina's father, Hu Yong, nor does he know his character? What kind of work can he do?

These things need to be considered comprehensively.

Cheng Xiaolin also knows that this kind of thing must be carefully considered, and she can't bring trouble to her own factory just because she helps others.

She didn't mention the matter again, and said to her husband: "My dad just called you but didn't get through. He went to town to pick up Mengmeng first."

"Well, I saw he sent me a message."

The couple accompanied their son in the yard and continued to exercise standing and walking, while his mother Wang Yuelan was cooking dinner in the kitchen.

It felt like not long had passed, and there were still sounds of many people talking outside. Cao Jianguo had already brought his granddaughter Mengmeng back.

As soon as Mengmeng entered the door and saw her father and mother, she said in a small voice: "Dad, mom, let me tell you, there is a classmate named Hu Lina in our class. Her mother is seriously ill and may die."

, her family is so poor and pitiful."

Cao Shujie and Cheng Xiaolin looked at Mengmeng talking and wondered what Mengmeng wanted to say.

"Yeah, I also saw your teacher sending messages in the group, and your teacher also appealed for donations." Cao Shujie said.

Mengmeng said 'hmm', and then said hesitantly: "Dad, can I donate my red envelope to her?"

After finishing speaking, Mengmeng looked at her parents with a bit of expectation in her eyes, but was afraid that they would reject her.

After Cao Jianguo locked the car, he came in with his granddaughter's schoolbag. As soon as he entered the door, he smiled and said: "On the way back, Mengmeng told me several times that she wanted to donate money to her classmates. I thought that Mengmeng could do this at such a young age.

It’s a good thing to be sensible.”

"Dad, it is indeed a good thing that Mengmeng has such thoughts."

After Cheng Xiaolin finished telling her father-in-law, she turned to look at her daughter: "Mengmeng, mom wants to ask you, do you really want to donate money to your classmates? You can't regret it."

"Mom, why should I regret it? Hu Lina is really pitiful." Mengmeng seemed to feel the same, and the mood on her face was a little depressed.

She continued to describe what happened before: "Mom, you don't know, she was crying looking for her mother that day, or I went to find Teacher Zhang and called her to the office to see her. Later, Teacher Zhang said that she hadn't seen her parents for a long time.

Yes, she hasn't come to school for three days."

Cao Shujie heard his daughter mention this matter yesterday and didn't think much about it at the time.

He asked his daughter: "Mengmeng, how much do you want to donate?"

"I donated them all. Didn't I get 100 points on two exams before the holiday? My father, mother, grandpa, grandma, and grandpa all gave me red envelopes, and my aunt also gave them. I originally wanted to keep them and buy them.

Toys..."

She counted them one by one on her fingers.

After all, at the critical moment, Mengmeng did not hesitate at all: "I want to donate everything, but I don't know if it will be enough. If Hu Lina's mother can get better soon, Hu Lina will not cry and she can go to school.

"

After she finished speaking, she asked her father if it was okay?

Cao Shujie nodded: "Okay, Mengmeng, that's your own money, you can spend it however you want."

"But let's agree first. If all the money is donated, you won't have money to buy toys."

"Don't I still have you guys? My grandparents can buy them for me." Mengmeng is really not stupid at all.

One sentence made Wang Yuelan and Cao Jianguo laugh.

As for the granddaughter's intention to donate her red envelope to treat her classmate's mother, neither Wang Yuelan nor Cao Jianguo cared much about this.

This 3,000 yuan seems like a lot of money, but it is nothing to their family.

Wang Yuelan also said that she also donated a little, but was stopped by her son Cao Shujie.

"Mom, please stop donating money. Mengmeng wants to donate her red envelope. That's okay. I will donate some more with her."

"Mainly, the situation in their family is not something that can be completely solved by donating money."

"Just now Linlin and I were discussing their family's situation. The most important thing is to have a stable job. I'm thinking that after they are discharged from the hospital, Hu Lina's father will come to our factory for an interview. As long as the person is

If there is no problem with the product, they can keep it and have a continuous income, which will be more helpful to their family."

After hearing what their son said, Cao Jianguo and Wang Yuelan stopped mentioning the donation.

On this day, many families whose children attend Qingshi Town Central Primary School were discussing this matter.

Most people are warm-hearted and tell their children to bring some money to school and give it to the teacher tomorrow.

A few dozen yuan or a few hundred yuan is not a lot, but it can add up to a lot, and it can help them to some extent.

…

Early on the next morning, Cao Shujie asked his wife to get 3,000 yuan in cash. Mengmeng also brought her own 3,000 yuan red envelope and drove him to the central primary school in the town.

After arriving here, the school gate is still as busy as usual.

But today is different from usual days. Many parents are handing money to teachers picking up students at the school gate.

There are banknotes ranging from 5 yuan to 100 yuan.

Some students took out money from their pockets and handed it to the teacher, telling the teacher that their parents asked them to get it.

Seeing that everything was going to be chaotic if this continued, at the critical moment, a tall middle-aged man in a black suit took the hand-held speaker handed over by the security guard and shouted loudly for everyone to line up and that parents could follow the students into the classroom.

Give the money to each class teacher, or you can let students take the money and give it to their own class teacher.

Cao Shujie was filled with emotion when he saw this scene.

Apart from anything else, he felt a strong sense of humanity from the crowded crowd.

After parking the car, Cao Shujie took his daughter's hand and walked towards the school.

The father and daughter donated a total of 6,000 yuan, which is not a small amount for most people.

If Mengmeng were to take it in by herself, her teacher would probably be worried.

"Dad, do you want to go in with me?" Mengmeng raised her head and looked at her father, Cao Shujie, expectantly.

Then I saw Cao Shujie nodding: "I'll go with you. I have something to tell you, Teacher Zhang."

"Oh, okay!" Mengmeng held Cao Shujie's hand and led him to the classroom with a bound.

After I came over, I found that there were many parents in the classroom. They probably didn't trust their children to hold the money themselves, so they came to donate in person.

Zhang Xinyu is taking notes in the classroom. No matter how much these people donate, she bows to express her gratitude to every parent who donates.

When she saw Cao Shujie coming in with class monitor Cao Xuemeng, she was surrounded by several parents and did not bother to greet Cao Shujie.
To be continued...