Wang Cuilan pulled a basket of radishes from the Lu Family's private plot, planning to make fritters. Taking advantage of the good noon sunshine, she went to the river to wash the mud off the radishes. She heard that their kid had been accepted to Capital University, so she quickly dropped the radishes to find out more. Passing by Wang Zhenguo's door, she overheard the packed crowd's conversations, including Wang Zhenguo's, and couldn't help but smile.
"Xibao's grand uncle, what you're saying isn't quite right."
The crowd parted, and Wang Zhenguo looked at Wang Cuilan, who said he was wrong, "How am I wrong? What I said is not wrong at all. We're celebrating right after passing the preliminary selection. If we don't get the admission letter later, wouldn't it be a wasted celebration?"
Celebration, isn't it just celebrating the youth from Wanglou Brigade getting into university?
Passing the preliminary selection doesn't guarantee admission.
