Chapter 64 Mother-in-law nicknamed Wang Da Laba
Li Cuihua's face was as dark as if it was covered with soot. She stared at the passbook in Ye Xiaomei's arms and opened her mouth but no sound came out.
The air seemed to be still.
Wang Lan suddenly leaned over to whisper, "Xiao Mei, because of the marriage, this is all the money left. You have to pay me back 1,300 yuan, otherwise we won't even have money for food."
Ye Xiaomei chuckled and almost laughed out loud. She didn't expect that her mother-in-law was an actress.
Holding back her laughter, she said in a haughty manner, "Grandma, you also said that from the day I got married, I was like spilled water. Since I am just water, I am no longer your granddaughter, but I have to recognize you as my mother."
As she spoke, Ye Xiaomei strode into the yard and headed straight for the west room.
When Zhao Meiqi was told to leave, the one who was uneasy was not Li Cuilan but Wang Minzhi.
"Sister-in-law, this is against the rules. How can you follow this married girl? She is a member of the Ma family."
The old woman stamped her feet:
"Minzhi, just let her go. She is not afraid of being laughed at. Let the whole village poke her spine to pieces."
Wang Minzhi gritted her teeth. What she cared about was not that outsiders poked at Zhao Mei's spine, but who would cook after she left?
Isn't it obvious now? After Zhao Mei left, all the work of cooking, washing clothes and sweeping the fields fell on her?
Zhao Mei, who had always been law-abiding, stopped in her tracks. She had always been an honest and decent woman, so how could she not be afraid of what others might say about her?
Ye Xiaomei hurriedly comforted her, "Mom, my mother-in-law said that rules are meant to be broken. I've said before that she won't mind you living on the Ma family's homestead. Besides, we're just using it temporarily."
Zhao Mei thought that she had nowhere to go. In just a few hours, her mother-in-law had been mocking her and scolding her in a roundabout way. She could hear it even with the door closed. What a man, she just walked away without saying anything. Who would care whether she lived or died? This life was really too hard to bear.
If it weren't for Xiao Ya, she would have thought of dying just now. She is not afraid of death, so why would she still have the face to do anything?
Wang Minzhi saw that the mother and son had really left: "Hey, hey, hey, mother! You can scold me all you want, but why are you so serious?"
As soon as she saw someone enter the house, she packed some clothes and disappeared outside the door without hesitation. Wang Minzhi saw that he ignored her even after calling him, so she could only turn around and persuade her mother-in-law.
Li Cuilan's eyes narrowed as well. She really wanted to drive away this daughter-in-law who couldn't give birth to a son, but she didn't expect that this daughter-in-law was really not afraid of what others would say?
As the head of the family, she had to save face and said:
"Go, go, go, let her go. She will be so ungrateful to others that she can't stand being pointed at and will come back in a few days. Besides, even if she is stubborn and doesn't want to come back, I will find a matchmaker to find a wife for my second son. I don't believe that he won't be able to give birth to grandchildren."
Ye Xiaolin couldn't understand. Didn't her mother always want to monopolize this old house? Once their family left, wouldn't it be even quieter? "Mom, don't say anything. Look at how childish you are."
"What do you know?" Wang Minzhi felt like a huge stone in her heart. When she thought about having to get up before dawn every morning to cook, she felt overwhelmed.
The Ma family has several rooms in the new house. One is the bedroom of the newlyweds, the middle one is the living room, and there are three side rooms. Originally, they planned to eat separately, so one of them was reserved as the kitchen.
Now that the old and the young are eating together, Wang Lan can't sit still and insists on paying for the family's food and lodging. There is no need to start a new stove, and there are three more rooms to choose from.
But Zhao Mei, who hadn't eaten for a day, looked at the table of dishes prepared by her in-laws and was so upset that she was too embarrassed to pick up her chopsticks.
Ma Qijun had already been scolded by his mother, but she didn't make him understand why. He also felt that those customs in the village were unnecessary.
"Eat your meal? Are you looking at me?" Wang Lan suddenly raised her voice when she saw her son looking at her.
Zhao Mei shuddered with fear. She had heard for a long time that Wang Lan had a strong temper and that no one in the village could afford to offend her. Her nickname, Wang Da Laba, seemed to be true.
"My dear, please have a piece of chicken. It was just slaughtered this morning." Wang Lan's expression changed as she turned around, and she smiled and picked up some food for Zhao Mei:
"To be honest, your daughter is a good girl. I'm not saying that Ye Xiaolin has too many thoughts..."
"Mom!" Ma Qijun deliberately reminded her, isn't this going too far? Aren't we supposed to discuss the accommodation? She simply doesn't agree to force Xiao Mei's mother to live in the new house.
Ma Qijun simply got down to business: "We have a perfect piece of land at home. It used to be a watermelon field. My father and I are not at home all year round, and my sister has been transferred to work in the city, so there is no one to help. My mother can't handle it alone, so she hasn't planted watermelons in the past two or three years.
By the way, the location is good. It happens to be close to where Xiaoya goes to school. You can get home as soon as you go down the mountain. In the summer, there were many naughty children stealing watermelons, so we built two simple thatched houses. It’s okay. We can move in after a few days of repairs and building a wall.”
Ye Xiaomei's heart shuddered and she looked at Ma Qijun with gratitude. He was still as considerate as ever and was really good to her Ye family. In her twilight years, Ye Xiaomei felt sweet in her heart.
Especially the difference between her own family and the Ma family, which is clearly laid out before her eyes. For example, her own family always has rules and regulations, but Brother Ma would say, where are the rules set? This really opened Ye Xiaomei's mind.
"Mom, try this braised pork. It's Xiaomei's favorite." Ma Qijun picked up a piece of pork belly with chopsticks and put it in his mother-in-law's bowl.
Who would have thought that Zhao Mei looked like she was swallowing tears with her eyes closed while eating:
"Mm, it's delicious. I'm satisfied if you treat my daughter well. As a mother, I have to cause trouble to my in-laws."
It was originally a very ordinary greeting, but Wang Lan pretended to be angry: "People can't be satisfied with life. They have to eat and drink well and have fun. Otherwise, what's the point of living? Don't you agree, mother-in-law? Besides, this is not a trouble. There is room at home. If there is no room, I can't help..."
Wang Lan looked at Xiao Mei with a sparkle in her eyes: "Xiao Mei will be the one who carries on the Ma family's bloodline in the future. She will be a great contributor. Finding a place to live is not worth mentioning."
Ye Xiaomei glanced at Ma Qijun fiercely, her face instantly flushed, and she wished she could stick her head into the bowl and eat her meal.
"It's natural for women to give birth to babies." Zhao Mei's anxious heart settled down.
In fact, Zhao Mei had never thought of this concept before, and she found it novel when she heard it:
"My mother-in-law is right. As long as you are alive, you can never be satisfied. I remember when my mother passed away, she wanted to see me, so I went back to her home overnight. As a result, I hurriedly shouted in the yard, "Mom, I'm back." But before I got to her, she was gone."
"Isn't it? Once a person is satisfied, he will be useless even if he doesn't die." Wang Lan ate quickly, and the chopsticks and bowl could make music:
"I've also encountered something like this. It seemed to be three years ago. Li Dayou from our village and his wife..."
In the new house, Ye Xiaomei and Ma Qijun stood side by side, looking through the window at the old house.
Ma Qijun——Your mother is quite good at chatting.
Ye Xiaomei - I don't know either. In the past, when working together, the villagers living next to the farmland loved to chat while working. But my mother didn't do that. Maybe she just got along well with your mother.
Ma Qijun—It’s already past three o’clock, and they have been chatting for more than an hour.
Ye Xiaomei——I have never seen my mother talk so much.
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