Zhou Mei continued, "I was not far away at the time. I just gave your Jianye a candy. Someone who came to visit relatives in Tianwen Lane saw me and said that Dazhu and Jianye looked alike.
But everyone has two eyes, a nose, and a mouth, and the person who was speaking was an old man, so it's understandable that his eyesight was not good. I really don't understand why those gossips in Tianwen Lane brought up such a thing."
Another old lady, Mrs. Wang, also explained, "If Jianye was really my grandson, how could I not want him? Ladies, don't hurt your child's heart because of a few gossips."
When the Wang family from the neighboring compound arrived, their well-reasoned and well-founded speeches completely made the Wang Mao family look unreasonable.
At this time, the ten-year-old boy Wang Jianye returned home and saw so many people at the door. He ignored everyone and walked straight home.
Wang Mao got angry again and pulled the kid's arm: "What's that look in your eyes? What's wrong? Are you still upset that I embarrassed you?"
These days, not only are the kids outside talking about him, but when he gets home his sisters notice that something is wrong with him, his grandma always looks at him with eyes he can't understand, and his dad, who used to be very good to him, has become a different person. Wang Jianye has been suppressing his temper for many days and is now yelling at Wang Mao.
"Humph! It's obvious that you don't want me! And you even despise me!"
"Say it again, you bastard! Who doesn't want you?"
"You, you guys, and you guys, what do you mean I'm not Dad's son? I grew up at home since I was a child. You just don't want me, so you say I'm not Dad's son and you want to drive me away!"
The ten-year-old child burst into tears when he talked about the sad things.
Old Mrs. Wang looked distressed. This was her little grandson whom she had cherished for ten years. Because she believed what Wang Dazhu's family said, her doubts were lessened. She hugged her little grandson and cried, "No, whoever dares to drive Jianye away is digging out my lifeblood!"
Wang Mao took his anger out on others: "If someone hadn't spread the rumor, would I not have recognized my son?"
It happened that the midwife who had delivered Wu Lian that year arrived. She was an old lady in her sixties who had been a midwife all her life. As soon as she arrived at the compound, she pointed at Wang Mao and cursed:
"The child I delivered looked exactly like your father when he was born, with big eyes and a broad forehead. You and your mother look alike, so what? It's not okay if the child looks like his grandfather but not you or his grandmother?"
The midwife's words were like a reassurance. Old Mrs. Wang now recalled the Old Wang in her memory. Old Wang also liked to beat his wife. When Old Mrs. Wang was young, she didn't dare to look up at him at all. The few times she saw Old Wang's appearance clearly, it was when he was beaten black and blue.
But all these were gone with Old Wang. Old Mrs. Wang said, "That's true. They both look alike. They both have big eyes, a broad forehead, and even a similar chin. Jianye, you are my grandson."
"Grandma, if I'm not your grandson, whose grandson could I be?" Wang Jianye glared again.
Let Wang Mao also laugh, "This child's temper is just like mine."
Wu Lian also dared to speak, "I already said that he is the grandson of your old Wang family."
Seeing this, Song Jiayu also felt that Wang Jianye was Wang Mao's son and had nothing to do with Wang Dazhu, but... her eyes swept over Wang Dazhu, and the expression on his face gave people a feeling of being secretly happy.
The staff of the Subdistrict Office also concluded the recent rumors. "Alright, this matter is settled. If anyone dares to say that Wang Jianye is not Wang Mao's son again, just bring them to the Subdistrict Office and we will naturally give them a good lecture."
The street office provides good education?
This made the educated old ladies Qian and Wang present shudder. The people from the street office didn't hit or scold anyone, but instead acted like Tang Monk, chanting the tight-fitting curse at you.
As long as you don't sincerely admit your mistakes and promise not to make them again, you will have to listen to the lessons for the whole day. From morning to night, your whole body will be marinated with all kinds of words of unity and friendship.
"Yes, yes." Old Mrs. Qian responded immediately.
The people from the street office took the midwife away, and Wang Dazhu's family also left. Wang Mao took Wang Jianye out of the compound, ready to make amends. Old Mrs. Wang was still scolding Wu Lian for going to work, and the three daughters Zhaodi, Pandi and Laidi also went back to the house to work.
Everything is over, where are the system rewards?
Song Jiayu expressed doubts.
But the next second, her clever head figured it out.
This big melon is not over yet, there is an even bigger melon that has not come out. Whether Wang Jianye is Wang Mao’s son depends on Wu Lian, so we need to find someone else to keep an eye on it.
"Today, the people are so happy and can't stop eating melons."
Last time, Jiang's mother sent some vermicelli. After soaking them overnight, there was still half a pound of meat left at home. We cooked it all together and made pork stewed with vermicelli.
The thick-cut pork is stewed until soft, the vermicelli is sticky and coated with a layer of sauce, and there is crispy cabbage. Pick up a piece with chopsticks and put it in your mouth. The vermicelli with the aroma of meat can make you dizzy. The remaining sauce can be used to mix with rice. It is so delicious to eat the whole thing.
The aroma of meat filled the No. 14 compound again today.
Even though she smelled something and wanted to eat it, she didn't dare to ask for it. Xiao Song was not someone who could be bullied easily. She could only secretly curse Xiao Song for not knowing how to live, just like Old Lady Qian.
It’s not that no one went to complain to Jiang’s mother, such as Old Lady Yan next door, but Jiang’s mother still wanted to give San’er more good food. Money is empty, and good health is what matters.
"How is it? Is it delicious?" Song Jiayu asked.
Jiang Baizhou showed his empty bowl and said, "I've already eaten two bowls of rice. What do you think?"
Song Jiayu was happy to be praised. She had already used four Shandong cuisine cooking learning cards, and her cooking skills had also been upgraded to the next level on her personal system panel.
The day seemed to pass faster. Song Jiayu, who had been keeping an eye on people all day, realized that it was dark not long after.
For dinner, we just ate whatever was left over from lunch.
After both of them had washed up, Song Jiayu sat by the window again, opened a small door, and stared outside.
Jiang Baizhou: ...very familiar.
"What did you know today?" He came to his wife and stared at Jiang Baizhou and asked.
"Didn't I tell you about the Wang family? It's not over yet!" Song Jiayu didn't even blink, for fear of missing something. It is said that darkness is the best cover for secrets, and something is bound to happen tonight.
Jiang Baizhou accompanied him: Okay, as long as my wife is happy.
As time gradually approached nine o'clock in the evening and the Li family's kerosene lamp went out, the entire courtyard was plunged into darkness.
Another hour passed, and when Song Jiayu felt she could no longer hold on, there was movement in Old Wang's house.
A thin figure climbed out of the window of Old Wang's house, carefully and without any big noise, but it could not resist Song Jiayu's gaze that was always looking towards Old Wang's house!
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