"Lily! I, your aunt, am not as young and capable as you. If I didn't earn some for myself, I might have starved to death!" Widow He sighed, but did not say that she did not want any reward.

The young woman at Widow He's house at this time was the female educated youth Liu Moli.

Liu Moli understood that Widow He was not willing to take action until she saw the rabbit. If the price she offered today was not high enough, Widow He would not be willing to get involved in this mess!

Liu Moli gritted her teeth and offered a high price to Widow He, saying, "Aunt, call Hong Ming over and I'll give you ten cents."

Although Zhoujia Village was considered a large village, it only had about a hundred households. The round trip from Widow He's home to Zhou Hongming's took at most ten minutes. Compared to the less than thirty cents a day's work in the production team, earning ten cents for ten minutes was a staggering sum.

"Three Maos." Widow He was unmoved and directly doubled the price.

Liu Moli was so angry that she was gasping for breath. How dare Widow He think that? Thirty cents? Thirty cents for a ten-minute thing? She hadn't expected Widow He to be so greedy. She usually cooked for Widow He at her house and gave her plenty of refined rice and flour.

However, Liu Moli had no other way to find Zhou Hongming and could only let Widow He blackmail her. These past few days, whether Zhou Hongming or Zhou Zhigang had made an appointment or not, neither of them had met with Liu Moli. Liu Moli was afraid that their affair would be exposed, so she didn't dare to go directly to their homes.

Liu Moli was at her wit's end. A few days ago, her period hadn't come, which had frightened her to death. Her period had always been very accurate, but this time it was three days late, and she was incredibly anxious.

If she was really pregnant, it was still unclear whether the child was Zhou Hongming's or Zhou Zhigang's. However, Zhou Hongming was easier to fool than Zhou Zhigang, and he was also richer than Zhou Zhigang. Liu Moli had made up her mind: no matter what, she would make Zhou Hongming the one who gave her the baby. She would let him figure out a way. Ideally, he would get her back to the city.

Liu Moli's heart was a little cold. When she recognized Widow He as her aunt, she knew that Widow He was greedy for money. She just recognized her as a relative. At that time, Widow He asked Liu Moli for a "Shanghai brand" watch!

Thinking back to the tightness in her chest that made her want to vomit when she woke up this morning, Liu Moli swallowed her anger and said, "Okay, three cents, but I won't pay until I see the person."

Liu Moli wasn't stupid. What if Widow He took the money, wandered around the village, and lied to her that she had already gone to see Zhou Hongming? Where would Liu Moli confront her? Three cents a time, if Widow He was thick-skinned enough, she could make a lot of money by going out a few more times.

"Okay." Widow He felt that Sanmao was not a small amount, so she stopped talking nonsense with Liu Moli and walked out.

In the utility room, Zhou Daniu hid quietly without making a sound. He thought, if Zhou Hongming came later, he would catch Zhou Hongming raping him again and see if that kid would dare to be stubborn in front of him again!

Zhou Chunping was sitting in the corridor smoking his cigarette. When he saw Zhou Zhixin, a smile finally appeared on his stretched face.

"Dad," Zhou Zhixin called out respectfully before taking the bicycle to the backyard. Wu Jinfeng was ill, and he couldn't just sit there for a few minutes and then leave. Leaving the bicycle in his own yard gave him peace of mind.

"Zhi Xin! Are you the only one who came back?" Zhou Chunping was silent for a long time, but was a little surprised that he didn't see Zhao Yunxiang, her mother and her two children.

In Zhou Chunping's impression, Zhao Yunxiang had always been gentle and docile. Over the years, no matter how tiring or busy the old woman asked her to do, Zhao Yunxiang would do it meticulously. This time, Wu Jinfeng was sick, but Zhao Yunxiang didn't show up. Could she still be holding a grudge against Wu Jinfeng for reporting her last time?

"Dad, Yunxiang is helping my father-in-law dust and clean these days, so she's busy and won't be back for a few days." Zhou Zhixin found an excuse that even he couldn't convince himself of, and said with a dry laugh.

Zhou Zhixin certainly couldn't tell Zhou Chunping directly that Zhao Yunxiang wouldn't be coming back. In his mind, while Zhou Chunping and Wu Jinfeng had their faults, as younger generations, he and Yunxiang couldn't afford to remain angry with them forever. After a few days, when Yunxiang's anger had subsided, he would speak in Wu Jinfeng's favor, and the matter would be over.

However, Yunxiang was determined not to stay at home this time. He should take this opportunity to talk to Zhou Chunping about Yunxiang and her son joining the army.

"Dad, Yunxiang asked me to bring back this bag of brown sugar for Mom to nourish her body." Zhou Zhixin took out a bag of brown sugar from his military bag, and couldn't help but feel secretly proud of his own cleverness.

Zhao Yunxiang refused to go home to visit the sick Wu Jinfeng. In order to save face for Zhao Yunxiang, Zhou Zhixin, when passing by Sanhe Town, specially stopped by the supply and marketing cooperative to weigh a pound of brown sugar as a gift for Wu Jinfeng when he visited her.

In this era, a pound of brown sugar was considered a very valuable gift. For ordinary people visiting a sick patient, two ounces of brown sugar was considered a generous gift.

"Yeah." Zhou Chunping glanced at the paper bag in Zhou Zhixin's hand, and roughly estimated the weight of the brown sugar in his mind. The expression on his face looked much better.

The third family was considered thoughtful, but the other two daughters-in-law living under the same roof did not show any expression.

Zhou Chunping had been driving Wu Jinfeng crazy these past few days. Wu Jinfeng was fine during the day, eating and sleeping well. But at night, she started yelling and screaming, insisting there was a ghost in the Zhou family house.

Is there something fishy going on? Who knows if the old woman herself is guilty! Zhou Chunping was furious. Ever since the witch Ma refused to "heal" Wu Jinfeng, this thought had been lingering in Zhou Chunping's mind.

Seeing Wu Jinfeng's continued weight loss, Zhou Chunping went from being surprised at first to being indifferent now. Wu Jinfeng was in her fifties, not young anymore. Even if something really happened, there was nothing he could do, Zhou Chunping thought.

Last night, Zhou Chunping was once again awakened by Wu Jinfeng. Zhou Chunping's chronic bronchitis made him sleep poorly, and after being awakened by Wu Jinfeng, he couldn't sleep the whole night.

Zhou Chunping thought that the bag of brown sugar from the third brother's family was a good gift. He would use some to make a cup of brown sugar water later. Perhaps it was because he didn't sleep well last night, but Zhou Chunping felt particularly tired when he woke up this morning.

Zhou Zhimei, who was watching over Wu Jinfeng in the room, heard the noise in the corridor and quietly stood behind the door to listen to Zhou Chunping and Zhou Zhixin talking. When Zhou Zhixin said he had brought back a pound of brown sugar, Zhou Zhimei's eyes lit up.

Zhou Zhimei's ankle is almost healed, and she plans to return to the county town tomorrow. Wu Jinfeng has fallen ill, and no one is arranging anything for Zhou Zhimei to take back to her in-laws' home. Zhou Zhimei is feeling frustrated, but she didn't expect Zhou Zhixin to be so kind as to buy her some brown sugar.

Yes, in Zhou Zhimei's eyes, Wu Jinfeng's things were hers, and when Zhou Zhixin bought brown sugar for Wu Jinfeng, it was also considered as buying it for her.

Before Zhou Chunping took the paper bag from Zhou Zhixin, Zhou Zhimei rushed out of the room and snatched the brown sugar from Zhou Zhixin.