Chapter 384: I can’t let others take care of my baby. I’m not close to my grandma anymore.
Ye Xiaomei was slightly stunned, and when she looked up, she saw a smudge of blood on the turmeric turtleneck sweater her mother had just bought for her, exactly where it had accidentally hit the corner of the table.
She locked the dormitory door. Fortunately, Jia Nannan was not there. Shang Zhen also knew that she had a tattoo.
When he lifted up her clothes, he saw her plump flesh glowing white. Just above that part, where the snake head tattoo was, there was a triangular wound.
It happened to be in the snake's eye area, which looked a bit scary at first glance, as if the snake's eyes had turned red.
Shang Zhen's scalp was tingling, and he quickly took out some disinfectant cotton and gentian violet and asked timidly, "When were you hurt?"
Ye Xiaomei thought for a moment. It was just a bump, and the corner of the table wasn't sharp. "I don't know. I just bumped into the corner of the table."
"You didn't say a word just now. Fortunately, the wound is not serious." Shang Zhen said, carefully using gentian violet to disinfect Ye Xiaomei.
It was the first time I saw Shang Zhen being so careful. He simply dealt with it and put on a Band-Aid and it was fine.
"But do you want to take off your shirt and wash it? Otherwise the blood will be the hardest to wash off." Anyway, Shang Zhen got a lot of free shirts from Changshou Department Store, so there must be one that suits Ye Xiaomei's figure.
Ye Xiaomei thought about it and agreed, but all her things were in the rented house, so she put on her clothes and hurried back.
I found the right size from the pile of clothes, put it on and quickly washed the shirt in cool well water.
You know what, the effectiveness of this soap in removing blood stains is really poor. It would be much better if it had laundry detergent.
Thinking of this, Ye Xiaomei had the impression that there was such a thing.
Winter vacation was coming soon, and Ye Xiaomei went to the night market stall a day in advance to inquire about laundry detergent.
Considering that it is difficult for my mother to wash clothes in the winter, and the water is cold, it would take a long time to scrub.
The stall owner was a woman in her fifties who was very eloquent. She was so happy to hear what Ye Xiaomei said:
"You are a girl with good taste. You know what? The laundry detergent I just bought is only affordable for the rich people in Kyoto. People here don't know the value of things as well as you do."
After all, it turns out that the boss just received the goods a few days ago, but no one believes that this powder can wash clothes cleanly.
Ye Xiaomei was slightly startled: "Just came in?"
"Really? And the price is cheap, two dollars a bag."
As she spoke, the old lady took out a bag and handed it to Ye Xiaomei.
Then how did she remember when she had used it?
At first glance, it's a White Bird brand, and the pattern on the cover is a white bird. Maybe it symbolizes the ability to wash clothes cleanly, but it does look very familiar.
Ye Xiaomei bought five bags immediately. Each bag weighed one kilogram and could last for a long time.
When Ye Xiaomei was preparing to leave for her hometown the next day, she did not wait for Shang Zhen. She had also found a dormitory, and when she heard that a man was coming to see her that afternoon, she followed him.
Ye Xiaomei left a note for Shang Zhen, telling her what time to catch the bus, where to get off, and which stationery store in Qingyuan had a public phone so she could call her. If anything unexpected happened, she could go to the abandoned glass factory in Jiuqiao.
After arranging all this, Ye Xiaomei took a taxi to the long-distance bus station with her luggage.
Maybe it was because it was the end of the year, and there were many times more students and migrant workers than usual, so there was already a sea of people outside the entrance.
Ye Xiaomei thought, if only Ma Qijun were here, she could easily find a car from an agency to take her there.
Hongmei Village.
This year is several times more lively than previous years. Folks who came early to buy New Year's goods have jammed Qingyuan County to the point that bicycles have to be pushed to get in.
In addition, this year is the peak period for the development and reconstruction of new houses, so even poor families have saved enough money.
Ma family, in the new house.
Wang Lan hasn't been out for several days. Now the place is red everywhere. The banners hanging in the village are also red, with the words "Reform and opening up will create a new atmosphere, and we will build a new countryside and strive for a well-off society" written on them.
The old house she lives in is made of mud and has been lived in by four generations. The foundation was laid last month but construction has not continued because of lack of money.
For now, I can only temporarily live in my son’s new house across the street.
Ma Kaiqu paced back and forth, sighing.
Wang Lan looked at her grandson sleeping on the bed and cursed in a low voice, "Stop rocking around. It hurts my head. I told you that Qijun's son is an ungrateful bastard, but you still don't believe me. You can't even buy red bricks with the little money you saved. Look at them, they've already built the walls, but we ran out of money just after we laid the foundation. I told you to call Qijun and ask him to return Xiaomei's passbook, but you called several times and got nothing."
Ma Kaiqu sighed and said nothing. He didn't hit her at all. Xiaomei was a little girl who wanted to go to school. Wouldn't she need money for food and tuition? Besides, his son had already started a family, so he had to take care of his own family.
Seeing that he just sighed and said nothing, Wang Lan couldn't help but raise her voice a few notches:
"In my opinion, it's Ye Xiaomei's fault. Now the son who was raised by her will listen to his wife. Besides, she has to give me money for helping me take care of the child. The daughter-in-law of the Song family and her son give money every month. This amount of money is not small."
Ma Kaiqu stopped walking, his eyes froze, "Stop talking so much, it was you who insisted on taking care of the grandson. Last time, the mother-in-law came over with the child's clothes, but you didn't even let her take a look at the grandson, and you even threw away the clothes she gave you. Who do you blame for doing it willingly?"
Wang Lan was furious when she heard this and stood up immediately: "Didn't you hear what she said? She said if I don't have time she can help take care of me for a while, what does that mean?"
"What do you mean? They mean well." Ma Kaiqu stiffened his neck.
"Good intentions? I don't think so. She has a lot of ulterior motives. If she takes care of her grandson, what if he grows up and kisses his grandmother? Wouldn't it be a waste of my service as a grandmother?"
Wang Lan was anxious and angry. She would not be happy if Ye Xiaomei, the mother, was given the child to take care of her and the child still would not be close to her as the grandmother.
She hopes that when her child learns to speak, the first thing he calls will be grandma, rather than mom or grandma.
"Stop nagging me. If you want to do something, don't blame others. I'll find a way to get the money for building the house."
After saying this, Ma Kaiqu put on his locomotive hat and coat and went out.
The snow in the twelfth lunar month fell silently, and the roofs of every household were covered with a layer of white frost.
Wang Lan came to the bedside and looked at her grandson under the quilt. All her worries disappeared. She carefully touched the top of the child's head. Now he is more than eight months old, and the fontanelle is slowly closing.
The older generation understands that when the fontanelle closes completely, the baby will be able to walk and talk. Soon, he will be able to call grandma.
Thinking of this, Wang Lan's face was full of wrinkles as she smiled.
In the evening, the contractor came to the house as usual, and his message was roughly the same as before:
"Sister-in-law, look, the foundation has been laid. We can still work for more than ten days before the New Year. The New Year is almost here, so we should pay the foundation first. Otherwise, the workers can't go home empty-handed. My wife and children are waiting for dinner at home. We can't let them have a bad New Year because of this."
Wang Lan's face darkened. "You built my house and gave it to you. My son is an official. How could he be shortchanged by you?"
The contractor looked embarrassed. He rubbed his hands and looked at the house with red bricks and green tiles. A professional eye could tell that it had been built just a year ago and did not look like the home of a poor family.
But, if that's the case, doesn't that mean you have the money but don't want to give it?
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