Chapter 276: Not at all useful
"Wenbin gives you my monthly salary, but you only give me 10 yuan for food. I have to budget carefully to make it to the end of the month. How can I eat meat every day?"
The woman tried to reason with her.
The old lady was immediately unhappy.
"You mean I, your mother-in-law, have treated you unfairly? How dare you say you don't have enough money? Don't you know why you don't have enough money? Other families have two working parents and two food allowances, but ours is different. We married an old farmer like you, and we have a child who is also an agricultural household. We have to tighten our belts every month to subsidize your food, and in the end, it's me who treated you unfairly? Do you still have a conscience?"
When the household registration issue was raised, the woman fell silent.
They live in the city and have to buy noodles and rice for food. She and her children do not have the same food quota as city dwellers.
When the old lady saw her daughter-in-law shut up, her finger almost poked the woman’s forehead.
"What sin did our family commit in this life? We have a woman like you, and we don't despise you, but you despise us. If you don't have enough money to spend, go and earn it. There are many self-employed people on the street now, and everyone makes a living with their own hands. You still think you are a rich lady, and you just wait for others to serve you without any effort?"
"Mom, that's not what I meant." The woman knew she was in the wrong, so she softened her attitude. "The boss I found last time agreed to let me work there, but Ningning is still young, and the boss doesn't agree to let me take care of the child. Do you think it's possible to let Ningning stay at home with you?"
The old lady widened her eyes in disbelief and pointed at the little girl next to her.
"You want me to babysit your child? It's just a little girl, how dare you ask me that? Forget about a child. I gave birth to so many children, but I still did what I was supposed to do. When Wenbin and the others were young, they were tied to the door frame. How come you gave birth to a golden nugget? Do you want me to find a nanny to take care of you?"
The little girl shrank back behind the woman in fear, but then she remembered something, mustered up her courage, stepped forward timidly, raised her thin little arms, and tried her best not to let her voice tremble.
"Grandma, don't be angry. Mom is going to earn money. I will be good and obedient at home. Grandma, I will give you candy. Please don't talk about Mom anymore."
When the little hand was opened, there were two candies inside.
The old lady was furious when she saw this. She slapped the little girl's hand, and two candies flew out.
"Okay, you keep saying you don't have enough money, so you don't have enough money to spend. I told you that you don't have enough money to buy groceries, but you have enough money to buy candy..."
The little girl burst into tears. Her grandma was so fierce. Her hands hurt so much that the candy her mother bought for her flew under the table.
That was the candy she was reluctant to eat. She thought leaving it for her grandmother would make her happy, but she didn't expect her grandmother to become even more angry.
The woman quickly held the child in her arms to comfort him, but the old lady continued to accuse him even more unscrupulously.
Just then, the man came back from get off work pushing his bicycle, and the old lady suddenly felt confident.
"Wenbin, you're back. I can't manage this family for a day. You married this good wife, but she hasn't cooked yet. I said a few words to her, and she even argued with me, complaining that there is not enough money to spend. She doesn't buy any good food, but has enough money to buy candy. If you don't manage it anymore, we can't live like this."
Zhang Wenbin glanced into the kitchen and saw the cold pot and cold stove. Then he looked at the smell of vegetables on the stove and felt uncomfortable.
He grabbed the woman's arm and dragged her into the house.
The little girl's eyes were full of fear and she cried and tried to pull her mother away, but Zhang Wenbin stared at her and her tears got stuck in her throat.
It was not until he saw his mother being pulled into the room by his father that he burst into tears again.
The old lady yelled angrily, "Why are you crying? It's because of you, a jinx, that our family has a hard time. Keeping you as a money-loser will cut off the incense supply to our Zhang family."
The little girl pursed her lips, shrank her body and hid in the corner, not daring to make a sound, tears falling down her face in pairs.
Every time grandma said this, her eyes were so fierce and she was so scared.
In the room, Zhang Wenbin threw the woman on the bed, pointed at her nose and asked, "Qin Juan, what else do you want? Can you still live like this? My mother is so old, and you are still making her anxious and angry. Do you know anything about human affairs?"
Qin Juan sat up and rubbed her wrist. "I didn't come back late today. It was your mother who was in a hurry to play cards and left, so she complained that I was late for cooking. What's more, the money was in your mother's hands. How could I have the money to buy meat?"
"So it's all my mom's fault, right? Is there anything wrong with me earning money for my mom? My mom worked so hard to raise me, and you still have to rely on us to support you in this family. If you have the ability, you can go out and earn money. If you don't have that ability, just serve my mom well. Why do you have to feel wronged?"
"I also want to go out and make money, but Ningning..."
"Okay, okay, don't bring up the kids again. Is it that hard to admit that you don't have the ability? My mom raised several of us and didn't miss work. Why are you being so hypocritical?"
"Your mother did not miss work, but don't forget how your little sister died. No one was taking care of her at home, so she fell into the basin and died."
"Those were all accidents. How could there be so many accidents?"
"How can you guarantee that there won't be any accidents?"
“Bang!”
The room suddenly became quiet.
Qin Juan lowered her head, her face burning.
Zhang Wenbin shook his hands with a look of contempt, "You are really rebellious. You dare to argue with me. No wonder my mother keeps saying that you are going to be the king of this family. I don't think I can teach you a lesson. I really don't know who is the head of this family. I tell you, Qin Juan, don't rebel by relying on the fact that I can't divorce you. Even if I can't divorce you, I can't afford for you to shit on my head. You are really a jerk who will not dare to be punished for three days."
Zhang Wenbin spat fiercely, turned around and walked out of the house.
Old Madam Zhang had been guarding the door and took the opportunity to look into the house. "What's going on? Missy doesn't want to cook yet. Do you want an old lady like me to serve you?"
Zhang Wenbin's expression suddenly changed. He stepped forward and held Mrs. Zhang's arm. "Mom, look at what you said. Even if he is not sensible, how can a son not be sensible? Today is my salary day. I will take you to the state-owned restaurant for dinner. Where is my dad?"
Old Madam Zhang pointed to the inner room, "He's sleeping. Wait, I'll call him over. He has to say he's your son. Raising a son is for your old age. Raising a son is for your old age. Raising a son means he can be filial to his parents. It's not like raising a daughter. No matter how much you pamper her, she will eventually belong to someone else. She's just a money-loser. It's good enough that she can come back to see you."
As Mrs. Zhang spoke, she went into the house to call for help. Zhang Wenbin saw Zhang Ningning in the corner with a look of disgust on her face.
He had long known that daughters were a loss-making commodity. None of his sisters could help him, especially since he himself was also a daughter.
If his parents were in good times, they could have had more children, but now he can only have one.
He glared at the people in the room again, which was really of no use.
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