Li Yan sat on her kang and watched through the window as Xie Huihua jumped high and left the west wing.
"The third son's wife is here again. When she comes, it's bound to be bad news."
Seeing her mother sighing again, Hao Chunmei couldn't help but sneer: "I've long said that the White Bone Demon was not a good person, but you insisted on keeping her in our house. Do you regret it now?"
Li Yan looked at her daughter who was complaining about her, and felt aggrieved and wronged. Her eyes were red and she choked up as she said, "I just feel unbalanced!"
"She has lived in our house for such a long time, and I have taken such good care of her, but I have not earned a penny. Now someone is paying for her rent, so why can't I earn it?"
"Am I doing this for that dollar and a half? I'm just mad at them for ganging up on me!"
In Li Yan's opinion, the people from the Third Battalion had gone too far. Her old Hao was also a deputy battalion commander, only half a level lower than Shen Xiao.
Wei Yanda was able to join the army because of the relationship between her husband, Mr. Hao, not to mention that it was she who personally brought Bai Hongmei home from the guesthouse.
Arrange Wei Dong to study at the shipyard and visit the Bai and Wei families without consulting Lao Hao before doing anything.
Everyone knew that Bai Hongmei was related to their family, but Shen Xiao wanted to drive her away without even saying hello.
If this isn't a slap in the face to Lao Hao, then what is it?
Li Yan had a gloomy expression and pulled the hemp rope with reluctance.
"Ouch, I'm dying..."
Li Yan was not paying attention and the awl in her hand pierced her finger, causing it to bleed. Li Yan was so angry that she threw the shoe sole aside.
"Ask your father to buy a thimble. He forgot this year and forgot tomorrow. Even if I told him four or five times, he still couldn't remember. You can't count on him for anything!"
Li Yan was in a bad mood and took her anger out on her husband who was not at home.
Hao Chunmei was already accustomed to her mother's impotent rage.
She glanced at the soles of the shoes that her mother had thrown aside, calmly turned a page of the comic book, and said with a hint of sarcasm: "I bought a thimble, and now you are complaining that the cotton rope is not useful."
"Every day he blames this or that, but never blames himself for not being good enough in making quality soles."
Complaints from relatives were the most deadly. Li Yan was already in a bad mood, and she instantly broke down when she heard her daughter's words.
He grabbed the sole of a shoe that was thrown beside him and threw it fiercely, pointing at his daughter and yelling angrily: "My kung fu is not good enough? Even if my kung fu is not good enough, I have raised you to this age, and I have served your father for so many years, and I have never let you go hungry or clothed."
"I worked so hard to raise you guys, but in the end, it's my fault that I'm not good enough. Okay, you're awesome, you have good skills, so you can make shoes and clothes for yourself in the future. I don't care anymore..."
Li Yan turned her back with a sad face and felt like dying.
I have been busy for half my life, but my husband doesn't love me, my children don't love me, and I don't even have anyone to talk to.
Li Yan thought of Bai Hongmei, a widow whose husband had died, and she had friends to socialize with.
Unlike her, when she feels aggrieved, she doesn't know who to talk to.
The more Li Yan thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt, and her tears couldn't stop flowing.
When Hao Hongmei saw her mother's shaking back, she realized how hurtful what she had just said was.
But she couldn't bring herself to apologize to her mother, so she curled her fingers awkwardly and looked at Li Yan's back cautiously.
"You, if you need a thimble urgently, I have a few cents here. I'll buy it for you right now."
After saying that, Hao Hongmei jumped off the kang, grabbed her hat and scarf hanging on the wall and ran out.
He didn't care about Li Yan's hysterical rejection and rushed out as if he couldn't hear her.
Hao Hongmei disappeared in a flash without attracting the attention of the mother and daughter next door.
The mother and daughter were feeling upset in the house at this moment, wondering how they missed out on such a rich son-in-law like Shen Xiao.
"My daughter, do you think what Old Third Xie said is true? How powerful is Shen Xiao's family? What does his father do?"
Bai's mother locked the door and lowered the curtains to make sure that nothing she did inside the house could be seen by people outside.
Unlock the small lock on the bottom drawer of the kang cabinet and take out a bag of milk powder.
He poured the last bit of milk powder into an enamel jar, added some hot water to rinse it, and handed it to Bai Hongmei.
Wei Hong, who was lying on the kang and playing with a rattle, smelled the aroma of milk powder and stood up from the kang.
His eyes were fixed on the enamel pot in Bai Hongmei's hand, and drool was flowing from the corners of his mouth.
"Mom, take Wei Hong away. Look at her dirty look. It makes me sick."
"Wei Hong, why are you drooling again? How old are you?"
Bai's mother saw Wei Hong staring at the enamel pot in her mother's hand with infatuation, and her heart ached: "Oh, how pitiful. Hongmei, you should also save a bite for Wei Hong to satisfy her craving. She is only three years old, and she is just craving for food."
Bai Hongmei put half of her face into the enamel jar and took a deep breath of the aroma of the milk powder.
She squinted her eyes and enjoyed the ultimate satisfaction brought by the smell of milk powder. She imagined herself sitting on a spacious sofa, sitting with her feet crossed and sipping English afternoon tea like a modern girl in a movie.
Just when she was imagining that she was happiest, she heard her mother's loud urging voice.
"Hongmei, did you hear what I said? I asked you to leave a small bite for Wei Hong to satisfy her craving."
Bai Hongmei returned to reality in an instant, opened her eyes with dissatisfaction, and cursed Wei Hong resentfully.
"Eat, eat, eat. All you do is eat. Why are you so greedy? If you take a bite, can you become an immortal?"
Wei Hong was just a three-year-old child, and she was frightened by her mother's ferocious expression and burst into tears.
"Cry, cry, cry, all you do is cry. How could I give birth to a troublemaker like you? You cried your father to death and your brother away, and you're still crying."
Bai Hongmei put down the enamel pot, grabbed Wei Hong, and pinched her face hard twice.
Wei Hong cried even harder, but she didn't dare to struggle. She knew that the more she struggled, the harder her mother would pinch her.
“Mommy, it hurts, mommy, it hurts, woooo, woooo, I was wrong, I was wrong.”
Wei Hong cried and begged for mercy, but the heart-wrenching voice did not awaken Bai Hongmei's maternal instinct. Bai Hongmei beat Wei Hong even harder, picking up the short broom used to sweep the kang and hitting her non-stop.
Wei Hong's weakness, fear, and screams made Bai Hongmei taste the wonderful feeling of abuse.
It was a sense of superiority that made her feel superior to others and that she could control everything about her.
The more miserable Wei Hong's voice was, the faster Bai Hongmei's pent-up anger dissipated.
Bai's mother couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so she stopped her daughter and said, "That's enough. What if it gets broken?"
Bai Hongmei loosened her hand and saw Wei Hong lying limply on the kang like a puppy. His face was covered with bruises and his voice was hoarse from crying.
Seeing Wei Hong like this, Bai Hongmei felt a sense of comfort throughout her body.
"Since your grandma has spoken, I won't hit you. Wei Hong, remember this. Eat whatever I give you. If you dare to ask for something again, I will hit you again."
Wei Hong lay on the kang and shivered. The little girl didn't understand why her mother beat her. After she knew this, she would never ask her mother for food again. No matter how hungry you are, you can't...
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