Chen Dashun had a headache:
"You...you're only counting what you spent, not what you took in."
"I don't care, I'm going to tell my parents about this when I get back. You can explain it to them yourself."
Chen Dashun didn't know how to explain it to his stupid wife, so he didn't give her a ride and rode his bike home directly.
"Hey, wait for me! I don't have a car yet."
Li Yanhong jogged to catch up, but the more she called out to Chen Dashun, the faster he ran.
Li Yanhong was both angry and exhausted on the way home, and her legs were about to give way.
All the way home, she kept thinking that Chen Dashun was heartless and didn't care about her at all. She would definitely make him pay when she got home.
However, as soon as she entered the house, she felt something was wrong.
Father-in-law Chen Laocai sat in the main room smoking his pipe, while mother-in-law Liu Guihua was sewing clothes on the kang (a heated brick bed). Neither of them even glanced at her as she entered. The atmosphere was tense.
Li Yanhong's heart skipped a beat; it seemed that Chen Dashun, that big mouth, had already told everyone what had happened.
"Dad, Mom..."
"Hmph!" Liu Guihua slammed down the needle and thread in her hand.
"I was wondering why you always rode your bike out by yourself. I thought you went to visit your sister-in-law, but it turns out you were carrying things to the supply and marketing cooperative to exchange for money. That's quite an eye-opener!"
"I......"
Li Yanhong dared to say anything to her own mother, but in front of her husband's family, she was like a mouse.
"What do you mean, 'you'?!"
Old Chen slammed his hand on the table and stood up.
"You've completely disgraced the Chen family. We sent you to visit your sister-in-law during her postpartum period, and you just gave her two handfuls of noodles as a token of your disrespect. Have you no respect for the Chen family?"
"Father, that's not what I meant..."
Li Yanhong was still thinking to herself, "I'm giving gifts to my family; how much I give is my business. Why are those two old folks so nosy?"
"So what do you mean?"
Liu Guihua jumped off the kang (a heated brick bed). "You returned all the brown sugar, eggs, and cloth I prepared for you! Are you going to do this? Let's just separate the family then. I don't think I can control you. Your idea is perfectly reasonable. Old man, let's just separate like this. I don't want to live with a daughter-in-law like this, who might cause me to lose face without me even knowing it."
"Mom, I don't want to separate the household. We just got married, why would we separate? Besides, I'm just thinking that we'll have many expenses in the future... every little bit helps..."
Li Yanhong was unwilling to accept the idea of separating the family. She could still live off the family while they were still together, but if they really separated, she would have to do everything herself.
“I think your mother is right. Logically speaking, since you're visiting your relatives, it's not appropriate for us Chen family members to interfere. This matter…”
Old Chen thought he would distribute the land to them after the New Year, since he still had two sons waiting to get married.
"Father, we can't separate the family. We've only just gotten married. Even if we do separate, you have to build us a house first. Otherwise, where will we live?"
“Old man, the second and third sons are still young. After the New Year, ask the village chief to allocate courtyards and estates for them so they can move there on their own. I can’t afford to lose face like this.”
Liu Guihua couldn't even look at her daughter-in-law. She just couldn't understand it. She'd seen women frantically bringing things back to their parents' home, but she'd never seen one so stingy with gifts for her parents' family.
Li Yanhong is incredibly selfish. She's so greedy. She certainly doesn't want to spend her life with her.
Let's see what the second and third sons' future wives are like.
Li Yanhong was very powerful in front of her own family, but now that her mother-in-law had spoken to her like this, she could only lower her eyes and be angry inwardly. What could she say? They had already said they would build them a house next year.
Meanwhile, Ye Xiaoxiao was lying on the kang (a heated brick bed), her legs crossed.
There was a radio next to it, playing traditional opera. There wasn't anything else of interest to listen to.
"Hey, system, give me a money-making task! Is there one that can earn me a thousand in one go? You're giving me ten or twenty at a time, when will I ever reach five thousand?"
[Host, that's already a lot. Others only earn 80 cents or a dollar a day. Isn't ten dollars enough for you? You have nearly three hundred dollars, enough to get your son a wife.]
【Pah! My son is so young! I remember my eldest son wouldn't get married until 2000, that's still over 20 years away. Three hundred dollars won't be worth much then.】
Thinking about the original owner's life of toil like an ox, Ye Xiaoxiao wondered if she could start a business, like setting up a vegetable stall or renting a shop in the county. But she decided to wait until after the family division.
If the family doesn't separate, they won't have any money; whatever they earn, they'll hand it all over.
It's not that the parents-in-law are deliberately being stingy with them; it's just that they're poor. The third child is getting married at the end of the year, which will cost a lot of money. If they wait another two years, it will be the fourth child's turn.
[Tongzi, what do you think about me going into business next year after we split up?]
What kind of business are you planning to start?
"Didn't they say that in the 80s, if you dared to do something, it was like picking up money off the ground? How about I open a small shop then? I can take care of the kids while selling goods. How about buying a house in the city?"
[Host, you're overthinking it. Do you think moving to the city is so easy these days? Policies and residency permits are restrictive. If you want to buy a house in the city, you'll have to wait at least five more years. These days, buying a house doesn't make you a city dweller; you need a permanent residency permit to buy a house.] The system's words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Ye Xiaoxiao's head.
So, does that mean I can only build a house in the village? Do I still have to rely on farming and manual labor to earn money? I don't want to; I don't want to work in the fields.
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