Chapter 150 What to do with the Ma family's grandson
Chen Shuang on the other end of the phone hung up in a dry voice after hearing these whispers. She had never thought about her son-in-law and Qihong.
Wang Lan heard the busy tone coming from the other end and called out twice: "Hello, hello, Xiao Chen?"
Seeing that the phone was connected, she called the number without giving up. She wanted to talk to her daughter and clarify the matter. What would she do if Ye Xiaomei went to school while pregnant? What would happen to her grandson?
Who knew that the other end of the line was always busy, and it kept like this after several calls. I knew from the sound that my son-in-law was annoyed and picked up the phone.
Wang Lan's face fell. When it came to Liang Guodong, the village chief, he always did things personally. Every time he received a phone call, he would ask his son to go home and tell him.
Besides, making phone calls also costs money. He curled his lips and said, "Village Chief, thank you." Then he felt around and found that he only had three yuan left in his pocket. He said awkwardly:
"Tomorrow, I'll catch you two old hens." Just think of it as a deduction for the cost of always using someone else's phone:
"If there's another call, let me know."
"It's a small matter." Liang Guodong replied indifferently.
Wang Lan didn't sleep all the way home. What happened?
Before dawn, Wang Lan went to Wang Juan's house. In terms of generation, Wang Juan's family was somewhat related, but it was beyond eight generations. Wang Lan was married into the family, so she should have taken the Ma family's generation. Therefore, it was not so conventional to address her according to her maiden family's surname, Wang.
This question was not a big deal. Wang Lan was directly hit on the head by Wang Juan's mother with a broom: "Wang Da Laba, you are really good at hurting people."
"What's going on?" Wang Lan dodged and retreated, and was swept out of Wang Juan's house by a broom.
"What's wrong? What's wrong? You were the one who sold the admission letter to my daughter Juan'er. You killed my child..."
As she spoke, Wang Juan's mother raised the broom high and used it to cover Wang Lan's head.
Wang Lan’s loud speaker was no longer effective, so she turned around and ran home: “Hey, hey, why did you hit me without even explaining it clearly?”
Halfway through the run, he felt unwilling to give up, turned around and jumped up and cursed: "I came here to inquire about the situation. Why did a fellow villager hit someone?"
"I hit you. I suspect it's you who caused my Juan'er to not be able to get a permanent job."
Now, Wang Lan said this, and Wang Juanniang chased after her with a broom in hand: "You must have reported that my daughter Juan'er's diploma was borrowed, and it just so happens that you can make money with your daughter-in-law's admission letter. Why didn't I realize that you are so black-hearted before?"
"I didn't, as a matter of conscience." Wang Lan felt a lump in her throat when she heard this. She had no intention of exposing the fact that Wang Juan had borrowed her diploma to get a job as a gynecological nurse in the county hospital.
“Besides, I didn’t know that before.”
After all this commotion, Wang Lan lost all mood to have breakfast when she got home. After all, she was the only one at home, and she didn't have to cook soup or stew meat like before.
Wang Lan gritted her teeth and made a decision.
To the city.
During the day, Ye Xiaomei thought it was nice to go out for a stroll with Shang Zhen outside the school. She would expose other people's injustice and short weight on the spot.
She is truly a tomboy. You will never suffer any loss if you are with her.
Otherwise, the three kilograms of noodles that Ye Xiaomei bought today would have been deducted in weight.
Shang Zhen said in disgust: "There is no electricity in our dormitory, and we don't have a stove, why are you buying noodles?"
Ye Xiaomei went to Aunt Liao's house on Friday night and saw that in addition to the canteen, she also had a coal briquette stove in her house with a sign hanging on it. It cost 20 cents to make a bowl of noodles, and 40 cents to add an egg.
"What a mean devil." How much is an egg? Anyway, Shang Zhen thought she was mean.
As for instant noodles, she bought two kettles and went to the water room to get some hot water to make them. They were still hot when eaten, which was cheaper than buying them outside.
Besides, Ye Xiaomei paid the tuition and stayed in a hotel for eight days, so she had less than two hundred yuan left after spending all her belongings. If she didn't use it frugally, there was still a long semester to go, and if she had a headache or a fever and needed to take medicine, she would be doomed.
Today happened to be Sunday afternoon, and all the boarding students began to return one after another. Some brought local specialties from home, while others brought a lot of food that their parents had bought for them after sending them to the school gate.
Ye Xiaomei and Shang Zhen suddenly stood at the school gate in a daze, both of them did the same thing.
Ye Xiaomei thought - why does she feel like she has no home? She missed Qijun so much. If he were still here, would he buy her so many delicious foods like her parents did?
Shang Zhen squinted his eyes and watched the crowd moving around - Oh, how I wish my mother would give me a ride and buy me something to eat.
The moment the two looked at each other, they couldn't help but smile at each other.
It was even quieter when I returned to the dormitory. Other people’s dormitories were filled with roommates who had returned from all over the place. They were giving each other specialties from their hometowns, and it was very lively.
The moment the door closed, Ye Xiaomei and Monk Zhen stared at the noodles they bought, and then looked at the instant noodles in the closet.
"Is this all we have to live on?"
"These are not bad. They are filling and keep us warm." Ye Xiaomei was quite optimistic. The days when she had no food to eat were still lingering in her mind. What was wrong with eating noodles and instant ramen?
"I don't want to eat." Shang Zhen rested his hands on his head, crossed his legs and lay on the bed without taking off his shoes.
Ye Xiaomei saw that she was also very stubborn: "I have a way to get electricity in our dormitory."
"Really?" Shang Zhen sat up suddenly. It was not completely dark yet. After six o'clock, the room would be even darker.
Ye Xiaomei discussed this method with Shang Zhen.
"I was thinking there was a solution. I don't like asking others for help when solving problems. If you want to go, go find your class teacher yourself." Shang Zhen was very disappointed.
"Why? Why should I exert myself when I can use the force from others?" Ye Xiaomei was very confused about her thoughts.
"Anyway, I think that's cowardice. Why should I rely on others? If it were me, I would put a sack on the old woman and beat her up in the middle of the night. I'll see if she dares to bully me again." Shang Zhen clenched his fist and waved it in the air as he spoke.
Well, she didn't reach a consensus with him, but Ye Xiaomei decided to do it.
After the national flag-raising ceremony on Sunday morning, Ye Xiaomei found Wang Liang, the class teacher, and told him the situation. She also found a perfect excuse:
"I want to read a book to supplement my knowledge of Mathematical Olympiad in the evening, but I can't because there is no electricity. Besides, the dormitory management stipulates that there is no such multiplication method. Isn't it against school rules?"
Wang Liang's eyes lit up, thinking, this girl is very motivated and he likes her: "Okay, I'll tell Liao Chunhua about it later, but you have to pay attention to me in this exam."
"Thank you, Teacher Wang. I will." Ye Xiaomei smiled with a feeling of "her conspiracy has succeeded".
At noon, Ye Xiaomei originally wanted to go back to the dormitory to make instant noodles, but then she remembered that Shang Zhen didn't like it, and she was eating her instant noodles. As the saying goes, a favor must be repaid, so she simply went to the cafeteria to buy a serving of braised pork and a serving of fried eggs with chili peppers, and bought two boxes of rice, which cost her a total of five yuan.
What made me even happier was that there was electricity when I returned to the dormitory at noon.
Wow, Ye Xiaomei pulled the light cord a few times to verify that there was electricity, so she could read at night.
But at this moment, the door opened, and Ye Xiaomei said happily: "I made you some braised pork. Oh, look, there's electricity."
Shang Zhen was in a bad mood. Seeing the meat in the lunch box on the table, she smiled. While eating, she looked up at the yellow light bulb hanging from the ceiling of the dormitory:
"Hmm, you still have an idea. I'll eat it first."
"Okay, eat first. You're invited." He turned off the lights. The school has rules that electricity cannot be wasted, and it was broad daylight.
Just when Ye Xiaomei pulled out the light rope, there was a bang.
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