Zhaojiawa was indeed very poor, and electricity had only reached them a couple of years ago.
However, there was a telephone at the village committee, usually locked in a wooden box by the village head.
Except when there were notices from the county or town, or when the village officials needed to make calls, the keys would be taken out to unlock it.
"Oh? Xiaoya is getting quite capable, even knowing how to make phone calls!"
He Tiantian smiled and complimented Zhao Xiaoya.
Zhao Xiaoya pursed her lips shyly; she did not speak, but her heart was leaping with joy.
At the age of seven, in her limited memory, it seemed her parents had never praised her.
No matter how hardworking she was or how sensible she acted, she never received a word of praise.
On the contrary, her real mother would sometimes frown upon seeing her, occasionally saying, "What's the use of being capable? No matter how capable, you're still a loss!"
A loss!
