When Meng Zhiyu heard that it was Zhou Songbai who bought it, he thought he could just deduct the money from the money he earned from selling pork.
Li Tingman came back with a bowl of chicken soup and a large chicken drumstick. Meng Zhiyu saw that Zhou's mother was just sitting there watching them eat, but she didn't eat anything herself. "Auntie, let's eat together. I see there's still room for two more bowls of chicken soup. You and Zhou Sange can each have one."
Li Tingman also advised, "Yes, Aunt Zhou, you just stay here and watch us. If you don't eat yourself, how can we eat?"
Mother Zhou looked at the two young girls trying to persuade her and smiled, "Okay, I'll eat too."
Mother Zhou agreed, but only filled half a bowl of chicken soup. Seeing Meng Zhiyu and Li Tingman staring at her, she rubbed her stomach and laughed, "I only had lunch before coming here. I can't drink more."
The three of them were drinking chicken soup affectionately. Next to them were two patients, an old lady and a middle-aged woman. They smelled the aroma of meat wafting in the ward and were drooling with greed.
The old lady ate the corn dumplings in her hand and said to her daughter-in-law, "Cui Lan, go buy me some chicken soup. I'm sick and need to nourish myself."
Cuilan looked at her mother-in-law in embarrassment and said, "Mom, we have no money left at home."
We had spent almost all our savings on my mother-in-law's medical treatment, but she could only eat corn-steamed buns and thick porridge. The rest of the family, including her four-year-old daughter, could only eat mixed flour buns with bran and drink wild vegetable soup.
"Don't we have two hens at home? Can't we just kill one?" The old lady was a little unhappy when she was rejected. She looked at her daughter-in-law with a sullen face and squinted eyes.
Mother Zhou curled her lips. This old woman was obviously not the one who was in charge of the family's food, drink, defecation and urination. She didn't know how precious the hen was unless she was in charge of the household. If she could buy chicks after eating them, that would be fine. But judging from the attitude of her daughter-in-law, it was obvious that the family had no extra money.
The old woman was extremely dissatisfied. She had been in the hospital for seven or eight days, and apart from an egg a day, she had not seen any meat at all. Look at other people, they eat chickens one by one.
Originally, her daughter-in-law had been married for four or five years, but had only given birth to two money-losing children. In addition, she was often ridiculed by her older sisters, which made her very unhappy.
However, in order to prevent his son from becoming alienated from himself and favoring his wife, he had never shown it. Now that he was rejected, he could no longer hold back.
"I don't care. I must eat meat today. There is meat at home but you don't let me eat it. You are unfilial. You gave birth to two girls and failed to carry on the family line. If it were in the past, humph."
The old lady drooped her face, snorted coldly, and didn't finish her words, but everyone present could hear what she was about to say.
Cuilan's face turned pale. Although she was reluctant, facing her mother-in-law's strong attitude, she nodded with difficulty and said, "Mom, I will go home and make it and bring it to you in the evening."
Meng Zhiyu felt that Cuilan was too weak. He could control her based on what the old woman said. She wanted her daughter-in-law to get out because she couldn't give birth to a son. This was obviously an old feudal idea.
The fact that she couldn't give birth to a son was obviously the son's problem. Unfortunately, Cuilan didn't know this, and Meng Zhiyu had no intention of interfering in other people's family affairs. There were countless such things, and if she took care of them one by one, she would be exhausted to death.
The old lady glanced at her with disdain and snorted in response.
Sure enough, what the old sister said was right. The daughter-in-law and the mother-in-law are like two different forces. If you don't suppress her, she will suppress you in return.
Li Tingman drank chicken soup silently and watched the whole scene. She had seen this kind of thing many times in her previous life and did not find it strange.
In the final analysis, it depends on whether you can stand on your own feet. Song Guangye's biological mother in her previous life, her mother-in-law in her previous life was also a difficult person, but she showed great strength from the beginning and did not let her find an opportunity to suppress her.
Later, when the old lady knew her family background, she was even more afraid to offend her. She smiled every time she saw her and treated her better than her own daughter, so she was happy to buy some supplements to show her filial piety.
In the afternoon, Meng Zhiyu received an IV drip. Zhou's mother and Li Tingman sat on the hospital bed, and the three of them chatted affectionately.
The old lady next to her was holding her hands and complaining about her daughter-in-law to the middle-aged woman on the other bed. She also complained that her son had forgotten his mother after getting married, and that he gave all the delicious food to his wife first before it was his turn.
In the afternoon, Zhou Songbai came in carrying a small bag of fruit. "Here are some apples and oranges."
He also thoughtfully brought a small knife for cutting fruit.
Mother Zhou took out three apples and went outside to wash them. Li Tingman went to help. Zhou Songbai glanced at the hanging IV drip and asked, "How do you feel now?"
He hadn't seen Meng Zhiyu scratching his head since he came in, and he looked much better than before.
"Much better, the lump has gone down. If nothing goes wrong today, we can go back tomorrow." Zhou Songbai is tall, and now he is still standing. Meng Zhiyu can only look up to talk to him, and his neck starts to ache after a while.
Zhou Songbai seemed to be aware of her condition. He was not fit to sit on the bed, so he half-knelt on the ground and told them about the situation in the brigade. "I've already informed the brigade leader. Mu Ziwei asked Li Zhiqing to collect the clothes you hung out to dry."
Zhou Songbai glanced at the people in the other two beds and said vaguely, "I've also taken care of the ones in the back mountain. I'll give them to you when it's convenient for you."
Zhou Songbai contributed more effort, so the two of them agreed that Zhou Songbai would take two-thirds of the money from selling the pigs, and Meng Zhiyu would take one-third. Meng Zhiyu originally wanted to get a little reward, after all, Zhou Songbai had taught her how to hunt, but Zhou Songbai disagreed.
Meng Zhiyu nodded indifferently. She was not in a hurry to use the money now, so it was okay to keep it with him for the time being.
"You got allergic reactions in the back mountain. As for my dad's incident..." Zhou Songbai was a little confused. He hadn't found out what caused Meng Zhiyu's allergic reactions. What if he got bumps all over his body if he went to the back mountain again? But if he didn't go, his father finally had hope, and he felt reluctant to give up on him.
"That's okay. I'll just dress warmly when the time comes." Meng Zhiyu waved her hand indifferently. In fact, she had been rummaging through the mall ever since the itchy feeling on her body subsided.
In order to see if there was anything that could prevent her from being allergic even when encountering allergens, Meng Zhiyu, with the help of Wangcai, found something called an invisible protective shield.
It is a kind of invisible big cover that people cannot see or touch. It is a bit like the protective layer in the immortals' stories of cultivation, where they fly in the sky and cast spells on themselves to keep their image in good condition.
There are many different price ranges. With Meng Zhiyu's current net worth, she can only buy the lowest grade one at best, but it is enough for her. Even if she drives it all day long, it can last for a year.
Zhou Songbai didn't know. He racked his brains but couldn't come up with a good idea. Zhou's mother and Li Tingman came back with apples. Zhou's mother saw her son's troubled face and asked, "Why are you frowning like that?"
Those who didn’t know would think that the fish were in trouble.
Zhou Songbai briefly explained the situation, and Zhou's mother became troubled. "Zhiyu, how about this? I'll buy some cloth and make you a set of clothes that will cover you from head to toe. If this doesn't work, then we'll give up."
Mother Zhou knew that this was not kind of her, but she would not give up unless she tried it once, just once. If Zhiyu was allergic again, it would be the old man's life.
Li Tingman said, "Zhiyu has been to the mountain before, so why was he fine before?"
Is it okay as long as I avoid those places where it is allowed?
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