Chapter 196 (Second Update) I suspect your mother-in-law is even more...
Before we knew it, Fu Yu had been in kindergarten for a while.
Most of the children have adapted to kindergarten life, and the crying and commotion at the school gate at the beginning of the school year has finally turned into laughter and joy.
The children greeted their teachers and said goodbye to their parents with great joy.
Tang Mingli no longer worries about her child's time at kindergarten. After attending the Spring Bud Project donation ceremony, her life returned to normal.
In fact, it almost didn't go back to normal.
Because of her large donation, the foundation originally wanted to use her good deed as a gimmick to make a big fuss about the Spring Bud Project.
Tang Mingli doesn't object to publicity, but she doesn't want to find herself in the spotlight.
She understood better than anyone else that donating such a large sum of money in the late 1980s was practically announcing to the world that the Fu family was easy prey.
Ultimately, only the names "Ms. Tang and her husband" appeared at the donation ceremony. Tang Mingli simply sat in the audience and watched everything unfold.
However, the huge donation of 100,000 yuan still dominated the headlines of the Guangcheng Daily for three days. The Spring Bud Project has become known to everyone.
However, Tang Mingli had learned from other sources that most people didn't really understand the rescue plan, and some were even resentful.
"Why can it only be used on girls who need help? In a family, boys are clearly more important."
“Daughters get married when they grow up, but sons are the pillars of the family. Helping a girl is helping someone else’s family, isn’t it? Anyway, I won’t donate money.”
"I don't know what the person who initiated this plan was thinking. Maybe they don't have a son."
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Many misunderstandings and harsh words, besides affecting her mood, did nothing else, so Tang Mingli stopped paying attention to them.
Change never happens overnight.
Take your time.
As long as someone keeps doing it, girls' fates will continue to be changed.
One after another, generation after generation... Sooner or later, everyone will truly understand the slogan of the family planning propaganda: having a son or a daughter is the same.
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Madam Fu will soon be going to teach calligraphy to retired seniors at the senior university two days a week.
She was a teacher before retiring, and now she is simply returning to her old profession, full of confidence in this job.
Despite his confidence, the day before he was to teach, he still took out his teaching plan to discuss with his daughter-in-law and granddaughter-in-law and asked for their opinions.
Tang Mingli believes that retired people who attend senior citizen universities are learning calligraphy out of interest and hobby. If the basics are strictly enforced, many people may lose interest.
After thinking about it, Madam Fu felt that what she said made sense.
So they hurriedly occupied Mr. Fu's study and decided to seize the last moment to revise the teaching plan again.
Having been kicked out of the study, Old Master Fu had no choice but to sit down in the living room, jokingly lamenting, "Why do I seem to have less and less status as I get older?"
Tang Mingli joked, following his words, "Grandpa, we are all Teacher Leman's strong supporters, we must support her."
Teacher Leman is quite well-known in the Guangcheng calligraphy circle.
Grandpa Fu nodded: "Support, definitely support."
So let the study be occupied, it's his wife who's getting better and better with age.
Grandpa Fu stood up, smiling broadly, and went out to find someone to play chess with.
Tang Mingli glanced at the time; there were still about three hours until Fu Yu got out of school. She planned to go upstairs for a nap, but Fu's mother called her back.
“Um…I…” Mrs. Fu stammered, secretly wanting to say something that was difficult to say.
Tang Mingli was puzzled.
Not to brag, but the relationship between her and her mother-in-law is better than that between a biological mother and daughter. What could be difficult to say?
Tang Mingli was no longer sleepy.
"Mom, is there something you want to tell me?"
Mrs. Fu nodded, "I..."
He only managed to say one word before lowering his head in embarrassment.
Tang Mingli did not urge her, patiently waiting for her mother-in-law to make full mental preparations.
She didn't have to wait long. Soon, as if she had made up her mind, Fu's mother took a deep breath and raised her head again.
"Wait for me a moment."
Tang Mingli was bewildered by her mother-in-law's resolute aura and nodded blankly.
Fu's mother got up and went into the room, and came out a moment later with a notebook.
The tips of her ears were visibly red.
Tang Mingli wondered, could it be that it's too embarrassing to say and she has to write it down on paper to tell me? What could it be?
Fu's mother blushed and said softly, "Didn't you say before that I'm good at telling stories? So I tried writing a few short stories, can you take a look?"
"Really?" Tang Mingli was very surprised.
Tang Mingli took the small notebook from her mother-in-law and began to carefully read through it.
After reading the two short stories her mother-in-law wrote, she had only one thought in her mind.
Talent is something you can't learn.
She told her daughter so many fairy tales and read so many fairy tales, but when asked to write a story, she couldn't write even a single one.
Tang Mingli said to her mother-in-law with a serious expression, "Mom, you write very well. Why don't you try submitting it to a journal?"
Mrs. Fu's heart was already pounding, but when she heard her daughter-in-law mention submitting the article to a journal, her heart pounded even faster, almost as if it would jump out of her chest. She asked uncertainly, "Is it really possible?"
"It really works."
Encouraged by Tang Mingli, Fu's mother thought that since she had already written it, she might as well submit it for publication.
After the manuscript was sent out, Fu's mother never felt at ease for a single day. She was constantly worried about whether the manuscript would be selected.
The rest of the Fu family quickly noticed her anxiety and insecurity.
Madam Fu even privately asked Tang Mingli's daughter-in-law what was going on.
Tang Mingli had promised her mother-in-law that she couldn't reveal the details until there was a result, so she could only give vague and evasive answers.
To everyone's surprise, Madam Fu seemed lost in thought, and finally, with a solemn expression, she pulled her into the study. This commotion suggested she was about to discuss something important.
"I suspect your mother-in-law is experiencing a severe menopause."
"ah?"
Tang Mingli was stunned, never expecting to hear this.
My mother-in-law is indeed going through menopause at her age, but her recent anxiety isn't really because of that.
Madam Fu naturally assumed that Tang Mingli was too young to understand the hardships of menopause for women.
She sighed and lamented, "Being a woman is really not easy. Back in my day, there was no such thing as menopause. I just found it strange that women seemed to change completely around fifty..."
As Madam Fu recounted her story, Tang Mingli's gaze towards her became increasingly tender.
Yes, it's really not easy being a woman.
Although she hasn't reached menopause, she still experiences menstruation every month. However, these hormonal fluctuations often cause her mood to fluctuate wildly. It's hard to imagine how difficult it must be for her to experience such significant hormonal changes as she gets older.
"It's probably because Cheng An rarely stays by my side; her condition is even worse than mine was back then."
Tang Mingli was both amused and exasperated, but unable to explain, so she could only let her grandmother misunderstand for the time being.
So she agreed to all of her grandmother's instructions.
"Grandma, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of Mom and keep a close eye on her changes."
With her granddaughter-in-law's words, Madam Fu was relieved.
Fortunately, after some time, Fu's mother probably recovered and stopped being so anxious.
However, she has also started to prefer locking herself in her room.
After noticing this, Madam Fu pulled Tang Mingli into the study again.
“Yujuan has been acting strange lately; she keeps locking herself in her room and won’t come out.”
Tang Mingli felt she could no longer hide the truth, so she had no choice but to tell her grandmother the truth.
Madam Fu was stunned when she heard this.
"Is Yujuan spending all day in her room creating art?"
"Yes. Perhaps influenced by her grandmother, Mom felt that she should also find something to do and not waste her time, so she came up with the idea of creating stories."
“Yujuan is educated, she can definitely do it.”
"Grandma doesn't want to make this public yet, so I can only help her keep it a secret from you. Grandma, please don't be angry."
"Why would I be angry?" Old Madam Fu said with a smile.
She understood her daughter-in-law's concerns. She was the kind of person who was very straightforward, and the fact that she would announce her achievements to the whole family before she had even made any progress would actually become a concern for her.
Madam Fu assured Tang Mingli, "I'll pretend I don't know anything and I won't give myself away."
"good."
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Another month has passed in the blink of an eye.
This day was exceptionally different for Fu's mother.
My submission, which I thought had been lost forever, has finally received some news, and it's good news.
Finally, she no longer needed to hide it, and that evening at dinner, she told her parents-in-law the good news.
Grandpa Fu and his wife were very happy for her and asked her which issue it was in so they could buy a few copies to keep as treasures.
Mrs. Fu smiled and said, "No need to buy it, the editor-in-chief said he will send me a copy later."
Madam Fu said, "That won't do. We have to buy a few copies to show our support."
"Then let's buy it." Mrs. Fu agreed without hesitation.
Because she was happy, Fu's mother ate an extra bowl of rice.
After finishing his meal, he stopped watching TV and went into his room to continue his creative work.
With such diligence, Grandpa Fu joked, "Our family is probably going to produce a storytelling master."
That hits the nail on the head.
Fu Mu's stories were mostly published in story magazines, which opened up a smooth path for her writing career.
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Time flies, and another year has passed.
Those who take life seriously will always be rewarded by it.
On the eve of the Spring Festival in 1990, Tang Mingmei's family still chose to return to Guangcheng to celebrate the New Year.
Firstly, all our relatives and friends are here, and secondly, my parents really miss this place where they've lived for half their lives.
This time when she returned, Li Hongzhen had the illusion of returning home in glory.
The neighbors who used to look down on her more or less all smiled and came up to her this time, asking her about her family's life in Shenzhen.
Remembering her daughter's instructions, Li Hong said very modestly, "It's pretty much the same as here, just doing laundry, cooking, and taking care of the children."
Actually, it's a bit different. In Shenzhen, they have washing machines, microwave ovens, and air conditioning in their rooms, which is much more comfortable than living in a tenement building.
The neighbor touched her clothes and said, "Is this the latest style? It feels so comfortable."
It's definitely a new model, and it's made of genuine down, so it's not cheap.
In the past, Li Hong would definitely have shown off.
But now she has really changed, especially after changing her living environment. She realized that rich people are actually very low-key and don't speak aggressively.
So she casually replied, "Oh, my daughter bought it for me."
"Your Mingmei is so good to you."
These words resonated deeply, and the neighbors all chimed in.
"Yes, Mingmei is both ambitious and filial."
"If I could have a daughter like this, I would be smiling in my dreams."
"Your family's one daughter is worth three sons of other families."
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Tang Mingmei and her daughter returned from outside and happened to hear these words, and they froze on the spot.
The words she dreamed of hearing in her previous life, she suddenly heard in this life.
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