Chapter 75 Chapter 75 Let’s go find Song Ruan! Skin her...
In the tube building, the Song family.
More than two months had passed since the Songruan raid, and the old Song family had already been carrying out post-disaster reconstruction for a period of time. However, due to insufficient funds, they could only do some small things here and there, such as a small stool with broken arms and legs, or a wooden board bought from the scrap yard, supported by picked up stones, which could barely serve as a table.
There is no way, the money at home is really not enough. It is convenient in the city, but you need money and tickets to do everything. In their current situation where they would cry if the northwest wind blew in, what can they get together?
It was not until last month that they managed to get together a set of bedding to avoid the embarrassment of sleeping on a bare bed.
Oh, they can’t be called bare beds, because there are no beds anymore. They use wooden boards to make a small nest.
Most of the "furniture" comes from scrap yards, which makes their home look like a second scrap yard.
The house is in such a mess that it makes people feel upset just looking at it.
But now, the annoyance is just secondary - it's okay in the summer, just wear one or two pieces of light clothes and cover yourself with a towel when sleeping, and you can get by like that. But winter is approaching, and if you still have to wear only one or two pieces of light clothes and cover yourself with a blanket and towel, you will really freeze to death!
But not only is the new cotton-padded jackets and trousers a huge sum in themselves, but they also don’t have any of the even rarer cotton coupons, so finding someone to buy them would be another huge sum!
There were also cotton shoes and coal piles...that damn thief, how did he manage to leave no coal dust behind!
This is also the reason why they sent telegrams to urge Song Ruan to give money. They really have no other choice but to squeeze it from their daughter.
But there was no response.
Why is it so slow to transmit news from here to the Northeast? What’s the post office doing?
Song Guogang was angry and found a random reason to vent his anger on Zhang Meijuan: "You should clean your house regularly. Don't you smell this weird smell?"
Actually, this is not really picking on something. I don't know when there was a strange smell in the house, but it has become less smelly in the past two days because the weather has been cold. But in the middle of summer, it's like a poison gas bomb exploded, and it irritates my eyes as soon as I walk in the door!
It was really weird. They had searched every nook and cranny, but couldn't find any dead rat!
For this, Song Jiabao was beaten twice, but he refused to admit that he was the one who urinated in the house.
Zhang Meijuan complained: "I scanned it several times, but I really didn't find anything!"
That's right, Song Ruan specially crushed the eggshells and stuffed them into the cracks in the wall. How could he ask them to sweep them out so easily?
Song Guogang stood up, walked around the room twice, and roared, "Smell it, smell it! It smells so bad, what did you sweep?! I'm unlucky, look at any other wife like you, who can't even sweep the floor properly? You're as stupid as a pig!"
Zhang Meijuan lowered her head because of the yelling, but she was still very unconvinced in her heart.
She is unlucky!
After Song Ruan and Song Li went to the countryside, all the housework fell on her like a collapse of rocks.
You know, ever since Song Ruan grew to be as tall as a broom, all the housework had been taken over by her. When she got home, she only had to open her mouth and wait for food. Now, she has to work during the day and do housework at night. She is so busy that she is exhausted.
As for Song Guogang and Song Jiabao, they were two guys who didn't stretch their four paws. When they opened their mouths, they only did things like eating or giving orders. They only gave her more work to do!
She couldn't get over the bad mood every day. When she looked at Song Guogang's old face, she no longer had the deep affection as before. She also didn't obey his orders as strictly as before - instead, there was a little bit of imperceptible annoyance.
He doesn't do any work and has no skills, but he is very good at yelling and giving orders to her - why didn't I realize before that Song Guogang is such a bully? !
"I'll go cook." She pursed her lips and whispered, then walked out with the vegetable bowl to avoid him.
Song Guogang was still angry. He glanced at the vegetable bowl and continued to find fault: "You only eat vegetable leaves all day long. Rabbits don't eat like this!"
Look, look, another order!
Zhang Meijuan tried to hold back, but couldn't help herself: "Then give me more money for household expenses. I only give three yuan for a family's food expenses for a month. What can I buy?"
Song Guogang glared angrily: "What do you mean? Do you think I'm incompetent?"
"I didn't say that..."
"If your good and ungrateful daughter hadn't sold her job, would we have ended up like this?!"
"That's not something I lived by myself...ah."
"Zhang! Mei! Juan! Are you going to rebel against the heaven?"
It is said that poor couples have many sorrows. Look, after a short while, they started arguing again.
Aunt Zhou next door was like a gecko, stretching her neck to the wall, her face was squeezed out of shape, and she was still smiling with relish, which frightened Uncle Zhou who came in and shivered. He said unhappily, "What are you doing?"
Aunt Zhou quickly shushed him and lowered her voice excitedly, "There's a quarrel next door again!"
Uncle Zhou remembered that there was a lot of commotion next door recently. He put the sweat towel around his neck on the table and said, "Don't get involved in things that have nothing to do with us."
"Go away, this is just my hobby." Suddenly, I heard a creaking door from next door, and I rushed out with my own vegetable bowl.
"Hey, Meijuan, you're out cooking again." Aunt Zhou's deliberate voice came from the door.
Uncle Zhou walked towards the inner room as if to avoid seeing anything.
As soon as Zhang Meijuan saw Aunt Zhou's eyes full of anticipation, she felt a tightness in her chest - this damn woman also wanted to watch her fun every day!
So he turned cold and didn't respond.
Aunt Zhou was not embarrassed either - if you want to dig up the delicious melon, you have to be prepared to dig up hard rocks. She continued with a beaming face, "I heard that you asked for money from your little girl who only brought two tattered clothes with her to the countryside?"
She deliberately emphasized the words "I only brought two pieces of ragged clothes".
The aunts and grandmas who were cooking nearby also pricked up their ears.
Everyone knows how hard it is to go to the countryside, especially to a little girl. Not only do you not prepare anything for her, but you also ask her for money. It's really...tsk tsk tsk tsk.
Everyone kept shaking their heads in their hearts.
Zhang Meijuan was looked at by everyone as if she were the vicious rich man Huang Shiren, and her face turned red and white.
She couldn't help but say, "I'm her mother. My family is in financial difficulty right now. What's wrong with borrowing some money from her? Besides, she changed her job, so she has money!"
"Oh, oh, oh, lend me some." Aunt Zhou teased, "Why not?"
Others also said in unison: "You weak girl found a job on your own, you schemed her to go to the countryside and still want to ask her for money... Oh my, I've never seen a mother like you."
"That's right, you're from a poor family but rich on the road, and you're still in that remote northern wilderness, you don't feel sorry for your child at all!"
"I wouldn't do that."
"I'm not such a cruel mother!"
In fact, not everyone may really want to feel sorry for Song Runming, nor may they really be that good to their own girl. But the tube-shaped building is also a small society with its own chain of contempt. In the past, Zhang Meijuan relied on the fact that her family had two working parents, two sons and one daughter, her daughter was filial and took care of the housework, and her husband treated her well, while she herself had never done any housework. She looked down on these housewives who did housework - she could tell who was a fool!
Now that she has fallen down from above, everyone is happy to watch the fun and to step on her.
Zhang Meijuan was shaking all over because of the ridicule from everyone.
"Comrade Song Guogang, there is a telegram for you."
As he was speaking, the postman's voice came from downstairs.
Song Guogang, who had been pretending to be dead in the house, suddenly came back to life.
He quickly ran to the stairs and took the package from the postman: "Thank you, comrade!"
After a quick glance at the cover, he shouted, "The soft girl is back!"
Hey, now Song Ruan has changed from a "dead girl" to a "soft girl" in her mouth.
Zhang Meijuan seemed to have regained her confidence: "But my daughter is filial. She was afraid that we would be worried, so she sent us a telegram back!"
Everyone fell silent and exchanged glances.
Zhang Meijuan was even more arrogant: "Dad, look, did the soft girl mention the remittance?"
Song Guogang unfolded the letter and read it out loud as if to prove his point: "Pah, pah, pah...?"
He stopped.
Everyone waited for a long time but got no further news, and looked up in confusion.
Read it, what's the problem?
Zhang Meijuan was embarrassed because she hadn't finished downloading the whole thing. She turned around and urged him in a sharp voice:
"You should spit out everything in your mouth, and then recite it quickly, okay?"
Song Guogang's face looked as if it had been dyed, turning blue and white, and the knuckles of his fingers that were holding the letter paper turned white.
Aunt Zhou was quick to seize the opportunity, took a glance and laughed loudly: "The soft girl in their family replied with 'Pah, pah, pah'!"
“Hahahahahahaha!”
Everyone burst into laughter. One of the aunts imitated Zhang Meijuan's tone deliberately: "Afraid~We~would~hurry~and~send~a~telegram~"
The two men lost their adults and almost fled.
As soon as he got home and closed the door, Song Guogang started to lose his temper.
With a ferocious face, he crumpled the telegram in his hand into a ball and threw it hard on the ground: "She's rebelling!"
Zhang Meijuan also had an unpleasant look on her face: "What can we do? She has grown powerful and is relying on the fact that we are so far away that we can't do anything to her!"
Song Guogang's eyes were red: "Let's go find her!"
Zhang Meijuan was stunned.
Song Guogang had just said it out of anger, but seeing her expression, he suddenly calmed down, thought seriously for a while, and repeated again: "Yes, let's go find her!"
"Does she think we can't do anything to her after she goes to the countryside? When I get to the countryside, I'll skin her alive! She can't keep a penny of the money she earned from selling her work!"
He roared angrily, and seeing Zhang Meijuan still standing there in a daze, he yelled again: "What are you still standing there for? Go to the factory and ask for leave!"
"Buy a ticket and leave tomorrow!!"
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