Chapter 85: How did Zhou Dongmeng survive?

Dai Jinhua frowned: "So you didn't go to Zhou's house!"

"How can I get in when Zhou Dongmeng is at home? If I ask Chen Xiang to come over, can he not come? What, do you want him to come? Or have you forgotten how it felt when someone cut off your arm last time? Doesn't it hurt anymore?"

Chen Jie's nose is not a nose, and his face is not a face.

After saying this unhappily, he stood up, patted his butt and went back to his room.

Dai Jinhua saw that her son was angry and left.

She quickly stepped on the ground barefoot, clung to the door frame and stood behind Chen Jie, comforting him, "Son, don't get angry. Mom will definitely get the money together as soon as possible and let you work in the steel factory. Don't worry."

Chen Jie didn't reply, he just slammed the door shut.

The younger son has been in a bad mood these days. Dai Jinhua is more worried than anyone else. She is so upset that she can't eat.

She thought about it...

How about going to Zhou's house in person?

As soon as this thought came to her mind, Dai Jinhua immediately remembered what Xiaojie had just said.

She covered her shoulders and shuddered subconsciously.

It doesn't hurt that much.

It's just that the feeling of having my arm removed is scary...

Dai Jinhua quickly shrank back onto the kang.

It seems that I can only wait until tomorrow to trick that girl over here. This time I won't use force on her, but will just feed her some drugged potion.

By then...

The dead girl eats and drinks at the Zhou family's expense, but all the money earned is given to herself!

When Dai Jinhua thought about the fact that someone would give her money without her having to do anything in the future, her heart was filled with joy. No matter how much or how little, it would be a blessing from heaven.

The woman smiled and leaned over to get back into the quilt.

She lay on her back, half-closed her eyes, a look of weakness on her face, and a few intermittent hums escaped from her slightly parted lips.

Didn’t my son say that she was not pretending to be sick?

Take advantage of this time to practice how to pretend to be a patient, otherwise what if you are exposed when that damn girl comes?

Dai Jinhua hummed even harder when she thought about this.

“Ouch…”

"Oh...oh, Xiaoxiang...Mom misses you!"

“Ouch…”

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back village.

Chen Xiang ran out of Zhou's house holding a quilt.

Apart from the shed where Zhou Dongmeng slept in his previous life, she really couldn't go anywhere else. The Chen family had Dai Jinhua watching her covetously. If she knew that she was going to get a divorce, she might be sold to some old man.

There are no friends in the village who are good friends with her...

She gritted her teeth and went straight to the shed.

After walking for a while, they arrived at the shed at the edge of the field. Chen Xiang looked around and found that the shed looked simple in appearance. It was just a triangle one person high supported by several long sticks, covered with thick straw, and there was a straw curtain blocking the door.

This shed is used to rest after busy farm work.

It was cold outside, so Chen Xiang didn't look at it for long and quickly lifted the straw curtain and went in. Unexpectedly, it was even colder inside, and the straw huts around were covered with silvery frost.

There was only a broken door panel on the narrow ground, covered with ice...

When Chen Xiang saw this scene, she was stunned. She slowly squatted down, sniffing her almost frozen nose, and thought depressedly.

How did Zhou Dongmeng survive in the past?

In such a harsh environment, he survived the entire winter...

Chen Xiang's heart was deeply broken.

My eyes felt hot and sore, and the tears that I had finally stopped rolled out again, making me feel very upset.

She really felt sorry for Zhou Dongmeng...

The pain that goes deep into my bones...

Chen Xiang squatted for a long time before she stood up and spread the quilt on the broken door.

After it was laid out, Chen Xiang lay on her back, staring straight at the dark ceiling. She didn't know what she was looking at.

Anyway, my mind is not here, it's a mess and I have no idea.