Chapter 51 Is this her biological mother?

After some time of deliberate and unintentional inquiries, Li Qiuli finally focused her attention on Yao Fanghua. In the entire area, Yao Fanghua was the only woman of marriageable age whose name contained the character "Hua" or "Hua"; the rest were either men or elderly women.

Unfortunately, she had only heard of Yao Fanghua and had never met her in person.

Some say Yao Fanghua is beautiful, some say she is smart and good at studying, and that she is capable as a leader. Others criticize her for not doing good deeds, being heartless towards her relatives, and being selfish and cold-hearted.

Sister-in-law Xiuxiu also said that Yao Fanghua may look quiet and be a scholar, but she is actually a shrew.

Anyway, Zhang Xiuxiu has learned her lesson. She'll talk to her instead of hitting her, and she'll be ruthless when she does.

Li Qiuli's intense curiosity led her to imagine Yao Fanghua's appearance a thousand times in her mind.

Bai Hui has been going to Qianjie Street a lot these past few days. The street has been widened, and a row of bungalows has been built along it. She heard that these houses can be rented through the housing management office. One of them already has a barbershop sign.

Bai Hui wanted to earn money; she dreamed of earning her own. Although she appeared glamorous, life was hard when she had to ask for money. She was waited on hand and foot, and never dared to lose her temper at home because the man earned all the money in the house, and she was supported by him.

She wanted to rent a small room here and open a tailor shop. However, the rent was thirty-five yuan a month. If she didn't make money or couldn't recoup her investment, Bai Hui was still hesitant.

She had a sewing machine, which she already owned, and all sorts of sewing tools, including rulers and scissors. She wouldn't give up without trying.

Li Chunying was also looking at this row of bungalows facing the street. They were so close to Sister Zhang's place; alas, she was going to break her promise and feel bad for Sister Zhang. Li Chunying pulled Yao Weimin along, and the two of them made several trips to the housing management bureau.

Seeing that Li Chunying had already rented the house, Bai Hui didn't hesitate any longer and also started heading to the housing management bureau.

Li Chunying came to Yao Fanghua specifically to ask if she had any leftover cement or floor tiles from building a house. She wanted to install a cement floor, and floor tiles would be even better, making it clean, bright, and classy.

Not only did her biological mother come alone, but her biological father and Yao Weimin followed behind her, along with a tricycle.

This person clearly came prepared.

There was indeed a pile of cement and sand, as well as some bricks, in the corner.

Li Chunying waved her hand and directed Yao Deyi and Yao Weimin to load the goods onto the vehicle.

Li Chunying rushed into the house; this was her first time here since Yao Fanghua moved in. She carefully looked around the house, becoming more and more astonished. The floor tiles were gleaming, and the living room, furnished with a sofa, coffee table, television, and coat rack, was impeccably clean. Where had her daughter put all the messy things?

The bedroom—good heavens! This must be a capitalist's daughter's boudoir! Look at the curtains, the soft bed, the beautiful sheets and blankets. There's even a separate room for hanging clothes and taking a shower. And look at the washing machine in the laundry room, the refrigerator in the kitchen! Li Chunying clutched her heart. Good heavens, this is so extravagant! How can she afford to live like this? How did she give birth to such a capitalist daughter?

“My dear daughter,” Li Chunying said, holding Yao Fanghua’s hand and looking at her with pleading eyes, “Hua, Mom is getting old, you won’t abandon me, will you? If I get sick and am hospitalized and can’t take care of myself, you’ll take care of me, right?”

Mom thinks the government's propaganda is right: men and women are equal, and having a boy or a girl is the same. If Mom could only have one child, she would choose you.

Yao Weimin: Is this my biological mother?