Wang Zhaozhao originally had parents. One day, her mother became her paternal aunt, and her father married a stepmother. Later, she gained two more younger sisters: one born to her paternal aunt, a...
Therefore, Shi Haiyan and Zhang Xiu'e belong to the category of: the speaker has intention, and the listener has attention.
No matter what, Shi Haiyan's heart was bleeding when she had to pay two yuan and forty cents.
After getting the money, he picked out all twenty fireboxes and kept choosing. Seeing that Xie Ailian was about to change her face, he made a reluctant decision.
"I spent money on this, can't I choose something better?"
"Go to the supply and marketing cooperative or the county department store and choose one! See if they'll treat you well and pay any attention to you."
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Shi Haiyan curled her lips.
That's what I say, but isn't this our home? This old woman... is so annoying!
Her eyes turned and she set her sights on Wang Zhaozhao. "What about Zhao girl's? Does Zhao girl want one? Who will pay for her?"
"Aunt San, would you like to buy one for me?" Wang Zhaozhao looked over with surprise.
"You're dreaming!" Shi Haiyan rolled her eyes at her.
"... Third Aunt, you should eat more." How could Wang Zhaozhao lose? No way, she gave her a huge eye roll.
Shi Haiyan was angry, but if she and Wang Zhaozhao started to quarrel, it wouldn't matter who would get the blame. Even though she was such a shameless person, she couldn't do it.
For a moment, I was speechless.
Xie Ailian spoke up, "You reminded me, Big Boss, Second Boss, you each take 60 cents."
"What?" Zhang Xiu'e screamed.
"As for Zhao girl's firebox, each of you pay half. What do you think? Her parents are not dead yet, so it's not the fourth brother's turn to raise his niece, right?" Xie Ailian said without hesitation.
Ah, this?