Life is so wonderful
Zheng Erya stared at the numbers on the passbook (she had been learning to read with Zheng Nanle these past few days and already knew Arabic numerals and some common characters), her eyes slightly glazed over, and her eyes gradually reddened.
They have so much money at home, yet they're unwilling to spend a single penny on her.
She realized once again how cold and cruel this family was to her.
Hearing Zheng Nanle's question, Zheng Erya hesitated for a moment, then shook her head: "No, consider it my father's way of showing filial piety to them."
Zheng Nanle exclaimed, "No! There's a share for you and your... mom!"
If it were her, she would take at least half.
Zheng Erya shook her head again: "If they take it away, my grandparents won't be satisfied. They will keep bothering me. I want to get out of this family and have nothing to do with them anymore."
“Okay.” Zheng Nanle nodded. It was Zheng Erya’s life, and if she wanted to do it this way, Zheng Nanle couldn’t force her to impose her own thoughts on her.
Zheng Nanle put the passbook back.
She walked around the room and asked Er Ya, "Where are the things that originally belonged to your family? I'll move them all back to your room."
When Zheng Erya's father was still alive, Zheng Erya's family was allocated a main room. After Zheng Erya's father died, they were relocated to a side room because the mother and daughter were considered to have bad luck. The house that originally belonged to Zheng Erya's family was moved into by Zheng Dahu and Zheng Erhu.
The fine furniture that Zheng Erya's parents had made for their wedding was divided up among several other families, leaving Zheng Erya and her mother with only a dilapidated bed and a dilapidated trunk.
Upon hearing this, Zheng Erya felt a surge of desire, but she had some concerns. "Sister, if we move back, our family will definitely be angry. Can you handle that?"
This time, it will definitely not be just a minor squabble like before.
"Hey, you think they won't be angry if we don't move?" Zheng Nanle recalled Old Man Zheng's face, which had turned blue with anger. "When the head of the family gets angry, the whole family will do whatever he wants. When we get back at noon, a big fight is inevitable."
"If we don't move now, we should take advantage of their anger and beat them into submission in one go, then they'll keep whining afterward."
They dare not make any big moves, and they are too lazy to deal with small, shaky actions.
Zheng Erya was convinced and pointed to her grandparents' bed, "This is my family's."
Zheng Nanle tried to move it, but couldn't.
That's awkward.
The time spent here is still too short.
Forget it, Zheng Nanle put his hands in his pockets and said, "What's the point of moving it yourself? It's best to let the Zheng family return it voluntarily."
She walked out of Old Mrs. Zheng's room, and the big boss strode out.
Zheng Erya was understanding and didn't ask why they weren't moving again.
Zheng Nanle went to the kitchen to get a bowl, emptied more than half of the rice that Old Lady Zheng had treasured, and then cooked a pot of lazy rice with water, oil, vegetables, dried fish, and cured meat.
With a major battle imminent, let's eat our fill first.
The work bell rang on time. Zheng Nanle put down her rice bowl. She hadn't planned to wash it, but seeing the grease on it, she worried that the Zheng family wouldn't be clean and licked it clean. (Don't think she hadn't noticed; last time, the Zheng family hadn't washed her bowl at all. Aunt Zheng Si took it, poured hot water on it, and gave it to Sanhu to drink as soup. Sanhu licked the bowl clean after drinking it, which almost disgusted her. Although she rationally knew that oil and fat were scarce in this era, she just couldn't accept it psychologically.)
After washing the bowl clean with wood ash, Zheng Nanle found a stool to sit on and waited for the trial of the Zheng family.
Old Zheng was the first to enter the courtyard. When he saw Zheng Nanle, his face contorted with rage. He turned around, grabbed a thick stick from behind the door, and threw it at Zheng Nanle, yelling, "You little beast!"
Zheng Nanle dodged the stick by sidestepping it. The stick hit the wall behind her and bounced back. Zheng Nanle reached out and grabbed the stick.
She swung her hand, the stick in her hand flying horizontally, like a sudden disaster, and struck Old Man Zheng directly in the abdomen.
Old Zheng felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. His contorted face contorted with grotesque muscles, his features contorting wildly, making his already fierce expression even more grotesque. He was thrown backward through the air, crashing into his two sons behind him, and the three of them fell to the ground.
With his two sons acting as cushions, Old Man Zheng wasn't hurt from the fall, but the severe pain in his abdomen prevented him from getting up.
He stared at Zheng Nanle in disbelief.
She actually fought back?
Why was it hit so hard?
Previously, whether Grandma Zheng hit her with a spoon or a wooden stick, Zheng Nanle only dodged and did not fight back. Grandpa Zheng had never considered the possibility of her fighting back.
He thought that no matter how well she could hide, with the whole family working together this time, they would eventually catch her and give her a good beating.
If we could take the opportunity to trap her and send her to the mountains, that would be even better.
To everyone's surprise, she fought back.
Old Man Zheng was in excruciating pain from the blow, and his reason vanished. He gripped his son's hand tightly, and pointed a trembling finger at Zheng Nanle, "Kill her, kill this monster!"
Zheng Nanle sat in the chair, relaxed and composed. Upon hearing this, she cupped her face and said sadly, "Grandpa, how could you be so cruel? What did I do to offend you that made you want to kill me as soon as you came back?"
Grandma Zheng exclaimed, "Old man, old man, she, she spoke!"
The eldest and fourth sons of the Zheng family also looked at Zheng Nanle with curiosity, but she pretended to be stupid.
Why?
Old Man Zheng ignored Old Woman Zheng; he was trembling all over.
It's anger, and it's pain.
This wretched child!
He's her own grandfather, how could she treat him like this?
He lost all face this morning, a disgrace he had carried his entire life.
If I had known she was such a wicked child, I should have drowned her at birth. Otherwise, she would have grown up, consumed so much of the family's food, caused the death of his son, and brought him such shame.
"What are you standing there for? Kill her!" Old Man Zheng roared and shouted.
The Zheng family members all picked up sticks.
Hearing Old Man Zheng shouting and threatening, the neighbor next door quickly climbed over the wall. Seeing the Zheng family's posture, he advised, "Second Uncle Zheng, Second Aunt Zheng, let's talk this out. You can't just take out your frustrations on Er Ya just because she's mentally challenged."
“Er Ya isn’t the kind of crazy person who needs to be watched all the time,” the neighbor said, recalling how Zheng Er Ya ate by herself and took care of herself without shouting or fighting, except for her silly smile. “The family isn’t short of food; after all, she’s your second son’s only bloodline.”
"What business is it of yours to me?" Old Mrs. Zheng looked up and scolded when she saw Old Mr. Zheng's gloomy face. "My child, even if he is beaten to death, it is still my family's business."
"Hey," the neighbor tried to dissuade her, but seeing that Old Lady Zheng had already swung her stick, the eldest and fourth sons, not to be outdone, struck the thin figure with all five sticks at once.
The whooshing sound of the stick cutting through the air made the neighbor's teeth ache. She turned her head and shouted, "Eldest brother, second brother, third brother, come here quickly! Your Aunt Zheng and the others have gone mad. They're going to beat Er Ya to death. Stop them!"
"They're here." Three more young heads popped up on the wall.
They were about to climb over the wall into the Zheng family's courtyard, but when they straddled the wall, they looked completely bewildered.
The thin figure sitting in the chair, grinning foolishly, suddenly flew backwards and crashed to the ground like lightning, before the afterimage could even dissipate.
It rolled around on the ground a few times.
Especially Zheng Laoda and Zheng Laosi, the two of them were like stones thrown into the air, hitting the chicken coop. As they rolled around, they swept the dirt around the coop, which startled several roosters and hens, who clucked and clucked and spread their wings and flew up more than a meter high with great potential.
They have good eyesight and can even see the white layer on the chicken droppings, which is stuck all over their hands, faces, bodies, and hair.
Ugh, that's so dirty.
"Mom, you're wrong, aren't you? Zheng Erya has gone mad!"
The neighbor, an older woman, was watching the situation in the yard closely and naturally saw what was happening. She nodded in satisfaction, "Zheng Erya isn't crazy, she's just stupid. It's good that she's stupid; at least she knows how to protect herself and not be bullied."
She shouted at Old Man Zheng, "Second Uncle Zheng, Second Aunt Zheng, why are you arguing with a fool? Fools don't understand reason. Look at you, you're suffering now."
"Give her a bowl of rice, and she'll be so well-behaved. Wouldn't it be better for her to live a peaceful and quiet life?"
Zheng Nanle nodded repeatedly, "That's right, that's right."
Is it so hard to just take good care of her and let her recover properly?
If she keeps making a scene, she'll slap her left and right, and then she'll know how good she is now.
Old Zheng's gaze swept over the smelly and bewildered eldest and fourth sons in the chicken coop, then looked at Old Madam Zheng lying on the ground groaning in pain, and her two daughters-in-law. Finally, his eyes met Zheng Nanle's clearly clear gaze. He clutched his stomach and slowly got up. "Er Ya, come in with me."
He slowly moved towards his room.
Zheng Nanle put his hands in his pockets.
She wouldn't help an old man like that.
Once inside, Old Man Zheng sat down in a chair, clutching his stomach to ease the pain. Zheng Nanle, familiar with the place, took out some snacks from the cabinet, such as winter melon soup, rice candy, and peach crisps, and placed them on the table. He then sat down casually on Old Man Zheng's floor, eating the snacks as he said, "Old man, why did you call me in?"
Old Man Zheng suppressed his anger, his cold and turbid eyes scrutinizing Zheng Nanle for a long time before finally suppressing the violence in them. He forced a kind smile and said in a gentle voice, "Er Ya, can you tell Grandpa what you've been up to these past few days?"
Zheng Nanle was eating winter melon candy. She had eaten so much of this kind of winter melon candy when she was a child, and she would eat it every year during festivals. It was so sweet that it was sickening. But after going through the apocalypse, she fell in love with the taste of this winter melon candy.
For no other reason than that it's sweet enough.
After transmigrating here, her fondness for candied winter melon only increased. If she hadn't had some self-control, she would have finished all the candied winter melon at Old Lady Zheng's place on the very first day.
Hearing Old Man Zheng's shameless remarks, Zheng Nan looked up with a cheerful smile and said innocently, "Grandpa, I'm not making a fuss. These past few days have been the happiest days of my seventeen years. Why would I make a fuss when life is so wonderful?"
Old Zheng's smile froze, his anger seemingly solidifying as he exhaled through his nose.
Yes, you live a carefree life, doing no work, sleeping until you naturally wake up every day, picking locks to find food, and even taking some snacks with you when you eat. You walk around the village and the mountains with your hands behind your back during the day, and go home for dinner when it's time.
That's how life is for small landlords.
How could you not be happy?
He had never experienced such a carefree life.
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