"Mom, let's talk inside. If you stand at the front door crying, people might think something's wrong with our family!" Zhou Bingchen was very annoyed.

Ding Ermei's crying stopped.

According to the custom in Peach Blossom Town, people only stand in front of the gate and wail when someone in the family dies.

She's really out of her mind today, forgetting this taboo. Hopefully, the old man won't take the opportunity to lash out at her later.

However, Ding Ermei didn't want to miss this opportunity before she even got the money.

"Bingchen! Mom is out of money. Can you give me the two hundred yuan to make up for it? Then I'll let Zhao Zhenzhu in. How about that?" Ding Ermei said, looking at Zhou Bingchen with expectant eyes.

"Mom, I have no money." Zhou Bingchen felt exhausted.

He traveled a long way home, didn't even get a sip of water, and his mother immediately asked for two hundred yuan.

That's two hundred yuan!

Zhou Bingchen now receives a monthly allowance of forty-three.

In the past, Zhou Bingchen might have gritted his teeth and paid to avoid trouble.

The problem is, he's already given all his money to Zhao Zhenzhu!

Zhou Bingchen only had two yuan on him. He planned to ask Zhao Zhenzhu for more money before leaving home to cover his travel expenses to the capital and living costs.

"How could you not have money? I heard from Xiao Fang and the others that officers like you in the army earn thirty or forty yuan a month! You send twenty yuan home every month, so you should still have twenty yuan left, which is two hundred and forty yuan a year. You've been in the army for twelve years, so you should have at least two thousand yuan in your pocket. If you don't give me your money, are you going to give it to Zhao Zhenzhu?" Ding Ermei started to argue unreasonably.

A sense of powerlessness welled up in Zhou Bingchen's heart.

No wonder Pearl wanted to divorce him.

Ding Ermei's unreasonable and irrational behavior was so bad that even her son couldn't handle it.

Pearl is raising two children alone, and she must have suffered a lot from her mother's temper.

Before Zhou Bingchen got married, he was just a common soldier with a monthly allowance of less than twenty yuan.

Six months after getting married, he was promoted to company commander, and his allowance increased to twenty-eight.

Although Zhou Bingchen didn't have to pay for his own food, clothing, or daily necessities while in the army, he still had to maintain social relationships.

Zhou Bingchen sends twenty yuan home every month, leaving him with only eight yuan. After paying for social obligations, the round-trip travel expenses for his annual family visit, and buying gifts, where is there any money left?

Two years after their marriage, Zhou Bingchen had more opportunities to go on missions, and his bonuses increased, which brought him a savings account of eight hundred yuan.

This eight hundred yuan was only saved by Zhou Bingchen after he had cut back on Zhao Zhenzhu and the others' expenses. Zhou Bingchen still felt ashamed when he thought about it.

Ding Ermei immediately said that Zhou Bingchen had more than two thousand in his hands, and Zhou Bingchen himself wanted more than two thousand!

Unfortunately, no.

"Mom, if you don't want me to come home, just say so. I'll take Pearl and leave right now. I've sent home quite a bit of money over the years, enough for you to support yourselves in your old age. From now on, let's not contact each other unless necessary." Zhou Bingchen waved away Ding Ermei's hand and went to the eaves to get his bicycle.

Zhou Bingchen figured it out.

He no longer wanted to pursue the truth.

So what if he's Zhou Fugui and Ding Ermei's biological son? So what if he's not?

Over the years, Zhou Fugui and Ding Ermei have completely ignored Zhou Bingchen's contributions to the family. They only want to gain more benefits from him.

Zhou Bingchen is well past the age of lacking parental love. Investigating the truth behind a dream is utterly pointless.

It's better to stay away from the Zhou family and live your own life peacefully.

"Bingchen, no, Mom didn't kick you out! Mom is just worried because she doesn't have any money and wants some to keep her safe." Ding Ermei panicked.

"Mom, you have three sons! You can't just ask me for money, can you? I can't afford it." Zhou Bingchen took the opportunity to complain.

Previously, Zhou Bingchen was willing to send Ding Ermei twenty yuan every month, hoping that Ding Ermei would take good care of Zhao Zhenzhu and her children in return for the money.

Unexpectedly, Ding Ermei only took the money and did nothing, and even took the opportunity to bully Zhao Zhenzhu and the others.

Zhou Bingchen felt that he had been wronged by receiving this money.

"No, Bingchen, I..." Ding Ermei didn't know what to say.

"Ahem!" Seeing that things were not going well, Zhou Fugui quickly cleared his throat, stepped out, and said, "Bingchen, don't listen to your mother's nonsense. Quickly bring your wife in."

Zhou Fugui had already heard the commotion outside.

At first, I ignored it because I was angry and wanted Ding Ermei to scold Zhou Bingchen and his wife to vent Zhou Meimei's anger.

Unexpectedly, Ding Ermei was so useless, she was defeated in just a few words.

Seeing that Zhou Bingchen was really going to leave, Zhou Fugui would definitely try to stop him.

Every time Zhou Bingchen went home to visit his family, he would buy them gifts.

Putting everything else aside, for the sake of "Daqianmen" cigarettes, Zhou Fugui should let Zhou Bingchen in!

"Dad, I've sent home quite a bit of money over the years, haven't I? I don't know how much my older brothers gave me. Mom got scammed, so why is she asking me for help? We're all sons, there's no reason to only take advantage of me, is there?" Zhou Bingchen said aggrievedly.

"Your mother has long hair but short brains, don't take it to heart," Zhou Fugui advised.

Upon hearing this familiar phrase, Zhou Bingchen finally understood Zhao Zhenzhu's feelings. A mixture of resentment and nausea.

Zhou Bingchen felt a little guilty and couldn't help but glance at Zhao Zhenzhu.

Sure enough, a hint of mockery could be seen on Zhao Zhenzhu's face.

"Dad, let me make this clear first, I really don't have any money. Don't even mention two hundred, I can't even come up with twenty yuan," Zhou Bingchen said, straightening his posture.

"Alright, alright, this is the Zhou family, not the Ding family. You're in your own home, why are you gossiping about outsiders?" Zhou Fugui glared at Ding Ermei and said slowly.

Ding Ermei's face turned red with anger.

The old man is trying to please Bingchen, so why is he also putting her down?

Without her surname Ding, would the Zhou family have any descendants?

"Dad, I'm relieved to hear you say that. I thought the rules of this family had changed, and that you couldn't come in if you didn't have money in your pocket!" Zhou Bingchen couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark.

From childhood to adulthood, Zhou Bingchen had seen many of Zhou Fugui's tricks.

When something offends someone, Zhou Fugui always sends Ding Ermei to handle it. If that doesn't work, Zhou Fugui then steps in to clean up the mess.

“You’re my son. Even if you don’t do well outside, Dad will always welcome you home.” Zhou Fugui stepped forward, patted Zhou Bingchen on the shoulder, and said, “Come on, let your mom make us some snacks to go with our drinks. We’ll have a good drink together later.”

"Dad, I'll go inside and settle in first, then I'll come find you later." A smile finally appeared on Zhou Bingchen's face.

"Okay, it's been over a year since we last met. Dad has a lot to tell you." Zhou Fugui left satisfied.

Ding Ermei followed behind Zhou Fugui with her head down and a sullen face. She hated Zhao Zhenzhu to death.

If Zhao Zhenzhu hadn't been disobedient, she wouldn't have lost face like this today.

"Pearl, come on, come inside." Zhou Bingchen saw Zhao Zhenzhu standing motionless at the door, so he hurriedly walked over and reached out to take her hand.

Zhao Zhenzhu hesitated for a moment.