Old Mrs. He hated making a lot of noise and embarrassing herself in front of outsiders. The wife the second son married was not good-looking and had no character. She just had a little bit of energy in her belly and kept making trouble in the house every day, as if she was the only one who could give birth.
If the second child didn't like her, she would have kicked him out long ago.
Zhang Fengying glared at Zhang Lijuan, who shut up in dismay but still had a resentful look in her eyes, then turned to look at Old Lady He, and their eyes met.
Zhang Fengying took a deep breath and said slowly, "Mother, let me take care of the matter of Shan'er's family division this time."
Old Mrs. He picked up the cup, lowered her eyes, took a sip of water, and said nothing more.
This is the default.
Zhang Fengying looked around at the family members and outsiders in the room and spoke in a deep and serious voice:
"Shan'er has been serving in the army for many years, defending our country. He's a great man. He's never been indebted to the family. Every year when the family is in trouble, we rely on the money from the third brother to get through the bad years. Two years ago, the roof of the eldest brother's east room leaked, and the corner of the second brother's west room collapsed. We used the money sent by the third brother to repair them."
Zhang Fengying had tears in her eyes: "He deserves the country, he deserves the family, and he deserves you two brothers even more!"
He Zhensheng thought of the injuries his third brother suffered when he came back, and nodded with a heavy face.
"Zhang Lijuan, you had a difficult labor giving birth to Nian Di and stayed in the town clinic for ten days. Where do you think the money came from?!"
Zhang Lijuan turned her head away, bit her lip and said nothing.
"Also, Dongdong had an emergency surgery at the beginning of the year. Xiulan and Zhensheng, you know where the money came from."
"Mom, Zhensheng and I remember it."
Chen Xiulan embraced her son He Dongdong, nodded repeatedly, and thanked He Jinshan, "Third brother, I never had the chance to thank you in person. You saved Dongdong's life."
"The third brother is back now, married, and built a house at the foot of the mountain with his own ability. None of you can say a word!" Zhang Fengying's expression softened slightly. "Captain Wang and Second Master Man are here tonight, so please be a witness."
"From today on, the third child of our family will be separated from the He family. One hundred yuan will be spent from the public treasury to supplement your future living expenses."
Zhang Lijuan and He Shoucheng's expressions changed drastically.
They probably knew how much spare money the family had. If they gave it to them, it would take forever for their second wife to buy a new house.
Knowing that his mother was determined, He Shoucheng could only look at the old lady He who loved him the most and said, "Grandma!"
Unexpectedly, Mrs. He glared back at him even more angrily.
The second son is usually sweet-talking and smart, but how come he becomes so stupid when he gets involved with this ugly wife! He listens to her instructions and stirs up trouble here! Otherwise, how could the third son's family cause so much trouble?
One hundred dollars!!!
Old Mrs. He clenched her hands tightly around the handkerchief, and her heart ached!
If I had known this earlier, I would not have let my daughter-in-law have a say. This is a rare opportunity for her to be in charge of the family, but I am going to dig up her old wife's coffin!
Since we have lost the substance, we must not lose face.
Old Lady He scolded, "Why are you shouting? If you shout loudly, you're not wrong."
"If you keep yelling, I'll take the remaining money from your second wife's house! What kind of brother are you? The third brother's marriage is a happy occasion, but you've made such a disgrace that you're now scheming against your own family."
She simply pointed at He Zhensheng and He Shoucheng and said, "If anyone of you wants to build a house in the future, just do it yourself like the third sister did. Build a house as big as you can. I, an old woman, will never restrict you."
Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. It is better to keep your children’s wallets full, otherwise they will not even have money to play cards!
The old lady quietly clenched her purse and thought so.
This time, Zhang Lijuan really felt that she was having a miscarriage. She slumped on the stool, gasping for breath with her big belly.
The unlucky one in the first wife only has one child, so they have plenty of space to live in. But the second wife will soon have five people in the family. If they stick their butts up to sleep, they will fall to the ground, and one fart will stink up five people!
No matter how reluctant she and He Shoucheng were, they had no choice but to choose between immediately paying the 400 yuan from the public loan and listening to her mother's arrangement.
Planning to squeeze some more money out of the public fund in the future.
I watched helplessly as the third room received a hundred yuan, took a bag of grain, and also moved in a stool, a basin, and a new cabinet that had been kept in the utility room and had not yet been painted or carved. It was a semi-finished product made by their carpenter father when he was still alive.
She was so angry that she almost vomited blood! She had been eyeing that cabinet for a long time!
He Zhensheng and Chen Xiulan helped move the things out.
Since He Jinshan and Jiang Henian didn't plan to buy anything, they just came here leisurely and didn't even bring a sack. They could only borrow a cart from their neighbor and push it back.
Finally, the family was officially divided.
Old Mrs. He stood with her hands behind her back, watching the two men leave. She was about to sigh, but when she thought of her wallet that had just been "robbed", her face turned grim and she turned back to the house in annoyance.
Jiang Henian finally declined the invitation to visit the He family. After saying goodbye to Chen Xiulan, he was in a very good mood and skipped back home.
It was getting dark faster and faster, and it was already dark just after six o'clock.
A lantern hung on the kitchen porch, and its dim light illuminated the kitchen and half of the front yard.
Jiang Henian packed the dried herbs in the yard into bags, sealed them, put them in the utility room, locked them, and waited for the pharmacist to come back later.
He took a handful of firewood from the pile in the corner and returned to the kitchen.
He Jinshan seemed to have obsessive-compulsive disorder when chopping firewood. Each piece was almost the same size, of just the right thickness to fit into the stove, and not too heavy to be difficult to carry.
Two pieces of firewood were stuffed diagonally and crosswise into the stove mouth, and a handful of crisp dry leaves were stuffed into the hollow space. The fire was easily lit, and after pulling the bellows a few times, the fire burned vigorously.
The warm air from the stove makes people feel comfortable.
Jiang Henian sat sideways on a small wooden stick, warming himself by the fire. He lowered his head to scrub the wild mushrooms in the basin, carefully examining each one, fearing that he would end up in trouble the moment he saved someone.
In the yard, Dewang and Meiqiu were chasing a big dragonfly, attacking it from the front and back.
The difference in size between Meiqiu and Dewang is like that between an elephant and a puppy.
At the beginning, Jiang Henian was really worried that Dewang might accidentally step on the coal briquettes and die.
Now, as long as they don’t tear down the house, don’t run out and roll in the mud, and don’t secretly bring a big rat home, they can play as they please.
After blanching the meat bones, take them out, add clean water to the aluminum pot, put the meat bones, fresh morels, miscellaneous mushrooms, and sprinkle a handful of dried tea tree mushrooms from the space, cover it, and soon the gurgling sound of boiling water will be heard again.
Jiang Henian was reading a book on his knees and writing with a pencil in his hand. When he came to his senses, his nose was filled with the delicious aroma of mushroom soup.
Fortunately, their house is located in a remote area with no neighbors, otherwise the aroma coming out of the kitchen every day would definitely arouse suspicion.
Nowadays, who can smell the aroma of meat in their house every day?
Jiang Henian stood up and opened the lid of the pot. A large amount of white smoke containing a fresh aroma blew towards him. It was so fresh!
The Little Master Chef! Jiang Henian!
Take a small sip with a spoon, it's a bit bland, so add a little bit of salt. The scallions have been chopped, so sprinkle some on top when He Jinshan comes back. Perfect!
Just as he was about to close the lid, Dewang appeared beside him.
A pair of wolf eyes stared straight into the pot, with its tongue hanging in its sharp fangs. Not sticking its head out directly was its last act of reserve.
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