Chapter 57 I'm Full Just Seeing You (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
"Those clothes have all been worn and aren't anything good. Return them quickly."
"I've found that some people are truly worthless; they even steal clothes. Don't they have any shame?"
"I made all those clothes myself, stitch by stitch, please give them to me."
The noise in the courtyard attracted a lot of attention.
Upon inquiry, it was discovered that two sets of clothes that Song Cuiping had left to wash by the river had been stolen. Both sets were newly made and had only been worn two or three times.
Song Cuiping continued to shout, hoping that the person who took her clothes would be kind enough to return them.
But no one came out even after she called out for a long time in the courtyard.
Someone stopped her and offered advice, "You can't just shout like that. So many eyes are watching, and the other party won't dare to come out rashly."
"Yes, this person is cunning. You should wait and see if someone will secretly deliver the clothes over tonight. Don't worry about it now."
"Let's go home and cook first. The children are home from school and have to go to school this afternoon. Don't let them be late."
Song Cuiping was persuaded by several people to go home.
As soon as she entered the house, her two children surrounded her, "Mom, were my clothes stolen? I didn't see my new clothes drying outside the door."
Daya asked worriedly, because she had waited a long time for that new outfit.
The old clothes I was wearing had many patches, but the thought of having a new set of clothes at home made me much happier.
Mentioning the new clothes, Song Cuiping's mood plummeted, and the tears she had just stopped falling fell again.
“Your clothes were stolen, but I just shouted in the courtyard for a while. I can recognize that outfit. If it’s not returned tonight, I’ll definitely recognize it if someone wears it out in the future.”
Da Ya wanted to say something more, but Song Cuiping glared at her, and she dared not speak again.
Er Ya asked curiously, "Mom, where's the food? I'm hungry."
"Eat, eat, eat! All you do all night is eat. It's so annoying!" Song Cuiping now finds fault with everyone.
Da Ya is easy to fool, but her man is not so easy to fool.
After all, what was lost this time wasn't just Da Ya's outfit, but also the new clothes her husband had just finished making.
She selected only the finest fabrics and spent a considerable amount of time sewing it.
Her husband adored her, but he rarely wore her except on important occasions.
Song Cuiping prayed in her heart that someone would bring the clothes over that night.
Er Ya pouted and couldn't help but burst into tears.
"I was just hungry, I didn't do it on purpose, Mom, don't be so mean to me." Er Ya became more and more upset, and her voice was unusually loud.
Song Cuiping was already annoyed, and Er Ya's commotion made her lose her temper, so she slapped Er Ya's bottom twice.
Er Ya pouted, looking at Song Cuiping with teary eyes, not daring to let herself cry out loud.
Daya took Erya aside and told her not to cry, or she would get beaten again.
Er Ya felt increasingly aggrieved and couldn't help but cry again.
Da Ya tried to soothe her for a while but couldn't. Song Cuiping had finished cooking and came over to call everyone to eat. Da Ya went over, but Er Ya was still yelling at the top of her lungs. Song Cuiping was annoyed and said to Er Ya.
"Stop eating, keep crying outside!"
"Mom, I want to eat! I want to eat!" Er Ya immediately became unhappy when she heard that she wouldn't be given food, and jumped up and down excitedly.
Song Cuiping grabbed a broom from the side and smacked her bottom several times.
“I told you to stop crying, but you kept wailing like that. Are you afraid other people won’t hear you? You’re such a clueless child. If you don’t want to stay in this house, then get out.” Song Cuiping threw the broom on the ground, grabbed Daya, and led her into the house to eat.
Er Ya followed them into the house, but she only dared to stand to the side and didn't dare to sit at the table to eat.
"I'm hungry, I want to eat, I want to eat!" Er Ya continued to cry and scream in a shrill voice.
"You're eating shit! I won't let you eat it, so don't cry and get out!" Song Cuiping shooed him away.
Er Ya was left outside, and she continued to cry and scream at the top of her lungs.
Da Ya didn't dare to say much. She quickly finished the rice in her bowl, grabbed two steamed buns, and was about to leave.
"Mom, I'm going to school."
Song Cuiping hummed in agreement. Daya walked out the door and deliberately showed the two steamed buns to Erya to prevent Song Cuiping from seeing them. She then told Erya to leave first.
In the evening, Song Cuiping's husband, Du Jun, returned home, and Song Cuiping busied herself in the kitchen, somewhat reservedly.
Du Jun walked to the kitchen door and peeked inside. Song Cuiping gave a stiff smile. "The food will be ready soon. Just wait a little longer."
"I heard you lost your clothes while doing laundry today, and now everyone in the compound knows about it. Is that true?" Du Jun decided to come over and ask anyway.
He couldn't let his wife misunderstand if it was just a rumor.
"That's true, but that person should return it when it gets darker." Song Cuiping wiped the water off her hands with her apron, not even noticing that her hands were already red from wiping.
Du Jun frowned slightly. "How could you have lost your clothes in the wash? Were you distracted by something else and forgot to take them?"
“A remarkable little girl came to the residential compound. She was only five or six years old and could catch fish with her bare hands. She said that anyone who could help could share the fish. I couldn’t resist and went over to join in the fun. When I went back, my clothes were gone. But someone in the compound said that she would definitely come back tonight, so don’t worry.”
Song Cuiping became increasingly uneasy as she spoke, unsure whether the other party would actually deliver it.
But for now, we can only keep Du Jun in check for the time being.
We'll figure out what to do next.
Du Jun was so angry he laughed. "Whose clothes were stolen?"
"Da Ya's and yours."
"Our new clothes?" Du Jun remembered that he wore the laundry clothes to Tangji Town yesterday to send money to his parents back home, and then took them off when he came back.
Song Cuiping nodded, "Mm..."
Her voice was very soft, but Du Jun could hear it clearly.
Her face immediately turned ugly. "Do you know how much I like that outfit? You're really something, you can even lose it while doing laundry, why didn't you just disappear with it?"
Song Cuiping said, "It would be better if the person got lost along with the clothes, at least I could take them home."
Du Jun remained silent; he had truly been defeated by this woman.
"I'm not eating tonight, I'm going back to my room to sleep."
Song Cuiping spoke cautiously, "That outfit isn't something you can save by skipping a meal or two. You've been working hard all day, you still need to eat."
Du Jun glared at her, "I'm full just looking at you."
Song Cuiping said, "This way, we can have a good relationship. You won't have to eat if you just glance at me a few times. In the long run, you can save some money and send it back to your parents."
Du Jun paused, his face growing increasingly grim. "What do you mean by that? Are you blaming me for sending money to my parents? Don't you know my parents are old and it's not easy for them to earn money in the village? As their son, what's wrong with sending money back home? Is it illegal or against the law?"
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