Chapter 147 Has Zhao Fengnian changed? (Part 1)
Zhao Fengnian picked up the sickle beside the bed and rushed out.
No matter how dumb a person is, after being picked on and mistreated several times, he will learn to predict when the next mistreatment will occur.
So when he thought about what happened during the day, he immediately thought that it was this family again.
Sure enough, it was Brother Zhao who had his face painted blue and purple and wrapped in gauze, and brought his relatives to find fault, among whom Mother Zhao burst into tears.
Faced with their various moral binding words, such as brothers for life, only in this life but not in the next, and all blood is the same, Zhao Fengnian felt that it was meaningless to continue arguing.
He was tired of hearing these words.
Zhao Fengnian pointed out the promises his mother made to him when she thought she would not be able to have children in order to start a family with another man.
"The house you said belongs to me. Even if your husband didn't want it later, you could help me get half of it. But after my younger brother came out, I couldn't even get a vegetable garden. Mom, even if I don't compare with my younger brother in the family, how can I compare with my older brother? He said he couldn't work because of asthma, and he couldn't help you since he was a child. He only said a few nice words and he could get a hundred-square-meter foundation. What about me? What have I gotten since I was a child? How dare you tell me that we are all the same."
This made Zhao's mother so ashamed that she blushed and threatened to commit suicide to prove that she was not biased.
Zhao Fengnian held the sickle horizontally. "Come over here if you are sure you want to die. You strike with the sickle, and I strike with the sickle. This sickle is rusty. If you scratch it, you will die or get infected. Come on, since it is your flesh and blood, I will die with you. Come on!"
Brother Zhao backed away again and again, hiding behind his mother and wife. He didn't dare to approach Zhao Fengnian at all. He could only say that he was crazy and that getting married would make him dead.
"Bian Si" is an expression in the local dialect, which roughly means "has changed drastically" in vernacular Chinese, "is not as good as before", and has gone downhill.
Zhao Fengnian sneered, you are indeed flesh and blood, and you are all people who don’t keep your word, so I will listen to your words with a discount.
Now even more so.
"If you're not here to die together, then go back to sleep. You guys didn't help me when I was in trouble even though you had the ability. Now that I've just had enough to eat and don't have to work so hard, you guys want to come over and continue to exploit me. There's nothing so good in the world. I remember that you don't have to take responsibility if you break into someone's house and get killed. Do you want to try?"
Brother Zhao looked at the sickle that Zhao Fengnian had not put down yet. He raised his fingers out of habit, but then retracted them in fear.
Only Zhao's mother was still struggling, saying with tears in her eyes that that woman was so good that even your mother didn't want her.
Zhao Fengnian approached several people with a sickle in hand, and they were so scared that they thought Zhao Fengnian was angry and going crazy, so they all ran away.
Several old relatives who came with them to calm the situation did not dare to stay.
The wine I just drank turned into a bitter taste in my mouth.
Zhao Fengnian watched Ulala and her group leave, and thought to himself that Shi Qingqing was doing fine.
I think my child will be very happy to have her as a mother.
At least he won't be as blinded as I was, suffering all the pain and thinking that he was being filial.
The night passed peacefully. The next day, Zhao Fengnian packed his things, closed the door, and got on the bus with his ticket.
From a distance, Zhao's mother wiped her tears and looked at the vehicle, looking like she wanted to come over to deliver the goods but didn't dare to, with a few cakes in her hands.
I guess it's about 50 cents a piece of mooncake.
She did this in the past two years, and in return Zhao Fengnian would send her most of his hard-earned money every year to honor her.
Now he still wants to use the same old trick again.
But the mentality is different, and the effect is also different. Zhao Fengnian got out of the car, and when Zhao's mother's eyes lit up, he took out a large bag of meat patties from his bag, put two side by side, and took a bite.
It tastes delicious.
This is still a meat pie that costs one yuan.
It was hard to tell what Zhao's mother's expression looked like because of the distance, but she didn't move at all.
Zhao Fengnian laughed at himself, thinking that his behavior was a bit childish.
The car waited for the second person who bought a ticket but left it at home, and started.
The scenery outside the car window kept changing. The trees and fields kept receding, and finally we left this area through tunnels.
When Zhao Fengnian thought about last night again, he didn't feel bored at all. Instead, he found it quite interesting.
It turns out that it is so simple to shock away those constraints that used to trap you like mud and make them dare not approach you.
It's like exorcising evil spirits.
When he got off the bus with mountain products such as osmanthus jam, dried osmanthus, dried bamboo shoots and red mushrooms, he had to change buses twice.
A middle-aged man on the street saw the red mushrooms in a transparent bag and his eyes lit up, and he wanted to buy it.
Because the price was good and the money was genuine, Zhao Fengnian sold most of it.
When I got home, I had an extra business card in my hand.
Not many people use business cards in small places these days. After he got home and packed up the things, he gave them all to his wife for review along with the mountain products.
Shi Qingqing blinked and looked again and again.
Oh, this is the owner of the private restaurant.
Private restaurants are rare in the city. It is said that they only serve rich people and a meal can cost several hundred yuan, so not many people go there.
Some people say that a cup of water costs three yuan.
Although Shi Qingqing had some money to cover her basic living expenses, she did not go to that kind of store.
"Boss Wang." Shi Qingqing pondered for a moment. It seemed that the quality of the red mushrooms was very good. Even such a big boss liked it at first sight.
"He also chatted with me for a while, saying that he had eaten wild boar meat in Pu City before, and that our loach tofu and red mushrooms were delicious and unforgettable...
Huh? Honey, since people here like to eat these wild and nourishing mountain products, why don’t I go back to my hometown to collect some? To be honest, the dried bamboo shoots over there are better than those here. I don’t mean to brag, that’s just how I feel when I eat them.”
Due to the poverty of his hometown, Zhao Fengnian rarely mentioned it, and when he talked about his childhood with Shi Qingqing, he mostly focused on his interactions with people.
Now seeing him talking eloquently and full of energy, Shi Qingqing felt happy too.
She didn't want her husband to go back to the construction site to carry bricks, but her secret was destined to not be revealed to anyone. After all, she had been warned when she first bound to the Haihuo Mall, and she couldn't ruin this great opportunity because of her emotionality.
But her husband has no education and no other skills, so he has only two choices: opening a shop or staying at home. Zhao Fengnian would probably be happy with a grown man staying at home, but in the current era, she doesn't want Zhao Fengnian to be accused of being a gigolo.
He was clearly running his cousin's smoked goose business, but some people had already said that he neglected his family and was out having fun, didn't help his wife, and had never been seen fishing with her.
She originally wanted to raise the child to be strong and healthy, and then consider other things after the new year, but now Zhao Fengnian has some ideas.
Being a buyer and selling mountain products seems to be a "decent job" that can print out business cards and send them out. It does not require moving bricks or swinging sledgehammers, eating bad meals, or living in a terrible environment.
Thinking of this, Shi Qingqing blurted out.
"Let's try it."
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