It was really arranged clearly by grandma, and Rong Qing naturally nodded and agreed because it was exactly what she wanted.
After eating delicious fried dumplings at noon, the snow outside had stopped. Grandma wrapped herself tightly and went out with a clear purpose to go straight to the village office. When she entered the village office, only the village chief was there, holding a large teapot and slurping the honeysuckle tea in it.
Seeing Grandma Rong coming in, he stood up and greeted her with a warm smile: "Why did you come here in the snow? Is there anything I can do for you? Just send someone to let me know."
This old lady's children are all very capable. As a small village chief, he should not flatter them with a smile. As he said this, he took out a large bag of honeysuckle tea from the drawer of his desk:
"You can take this back later. I picked it and dried it myself. It tastes pretty good. Don't think it's crude."
Grandma Rong did not reject his kindness. Everyone still lived in the same village, and the village chief would be needed for some things.
"Nothing else, just came over to make a few calls. By the way, is the call connected?"
"It works, it works. I tried it myself and the call went straight to my son's factory in the county town. The voice was crystal clear."
"That's good," said Grandma Rong, glancing at the village chief. He responded with great tact, "You can call from here. I have something to deal with in another office."
The first call Grandma Rong made was to her second son Rong Jingxi. She was still holding back her anger from yesterday. The call was quickly connected and a steady male voice came from the other end:
"Hello, this is the office of the director of the Land Bureau. Who are you?"
As soon as Grandma Rong heard it, she knew it was the voice of her ill-fated second son, and her tone became very unfriendly:
"Hey, you're really capable! You're a high-ranking official who doesn't fulfill his duties. Now you've even disowned your elderly mother who can still take care of herself."
"Mom, mom, it's really you!"
Grandma Rong didn't care whether the person on the other end of the phone sounded excited or not. She was really angry. She interrupted her directly. Did she still have the authority of the head of the family?
"I feel guilty for calling you 'Mom'. An old country woman, with her abandoned, helpless, and pitiful granddaughter, is barely surviving by digging wild vegetables. Now...
The mountains were covered in snow and freezing weather, leaving the poor old and young helpless and with nowhere to dig up wild vegetables, they could only eat potatoes at home..."
Rong Jingxi on the other end of the phone was completely stunned. He even wondered if he was dreaming.
My dignified, elegant, gentle and very majestic mother, no matter how I think about it, it is impossible for her to be like this, what is this, what is she talking about, digging wild vegetables, eating potatoes...
If I remember correctly, the seven brothers and sisters took turns going back to visit her, and each of them gave her a fixed living allowance of 50 yuan per month. Because I had a child for her to take care of, I gave her an extra 30 yuan per month, not to mention that they gave her a lot of good things?
The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong: "No, no, no, you are really my mother?"
"Oh, I'm not your mother, how could I be your mother? Besides, do you have a mother? Aren't your wife, son, and daughter all in your heart and eyes?"
Grandma Rong's words about his daughter-in-law, son and daughter were so meaningful that Rong Jingxi's face felt hot, as if he had been slapped a dozen times.
But there was nothing he could do. After all, it was his mother who gave birth to him and raised him who said this. In this world, he could be mean to anyone but his own mother, let alone disobey her. So his tone became very flattering:
"Mom, what are you talking about? You're not my only mother. If I do something wrong or offend you, you can hit me or scold me, but don't let yourself get angry. It's not worth it to hurt yourself."
"Humph, you really do have some self-awareness. It's really not worth it to be like you, such an unkind, unjust, heartless, incompetent person who can't distinguish between loyalty and treachery and who pretends to be a pearl."
He was a little tired from scolding and his voice was a little strained, so he paused, picked up the thermos that his good boy had just given him when he chased him to the door, opened the lid and drank a few sips.
Not only is it sour and sweet, it also soothes your throat, it’s really good!
The more considerate the good boy was, the more she wanted to scold the inhuman Rong Jingxi!
After her throat was moistened, Grandma Rong continued to speak:
"Alas, how could my sweet baby, who is so pretty, cute, well-behaved and caring, have a father like you?
It's really true, it's really so bad that I can't even describe it. Your own daughter is about to get married, but you don't say anything and are still happily raising someone else's daughter. You are really great!
I'll write a letter to the leadership someday, praising and publicizing your great deeds of abandoning your own daughter and raising stepchildren."
"No, no, Mom, you are my biological mother, please don't harm your son, okay? It's not easy for me to get to where I am today. Besides, I didn't abandon Xiao Qing. I didn't let her accompany you because I was afraid that you would be lonely. Besides, I have given her everything I should have given her."
Grandma Rong was so angry that she laughed. If Rong Jingxi was in front of her now, she would definitely abandon her image as an elegant old lady and slap him hard on the cunt.
"Oh, what should be given? What do you mean? 30 yuan a month for living expenses? Those symbolic junks that are totally inappropriate for her age and can't be used, or something else I don't know?"
"Thirty yuan a month is more than enough. How can a little girl like her use so many things? Besides, my eldest brother, my third and fourth brothers, and my eldest sister always buy her a lot of things. How can she use them all?"
Angry, angry, angry, Grandma Rong felt her anger rising. She took a deep breath and gave up the idea of continuing to communicate. After all, she was the head of the family - she had the final say!
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