The more Zhao Xingye ate the chili sauce from Zhang Zhaodi's mother's home, the more he was convinced that it was his mother's craftsmanship. He loved spicy food, and his mother's chili sauce was the one he ate the most and was most familiar with the taste.
"Mom, where did you buy this chili sauce?"
Zhang Zhaodi's mother, Yang Cuiguo, didn't want her son-in-law to know that her son had gone to the black market, so she said vaguely, "How can I afford to buy these? These little gadgets are all made at home."
Zhao Xingye said bluntly: "I just love it, so I'll take this bowl away. Mom, you can make it again."
Yang Cuiguo was dumbfounded. This bowl of rice cost only three cents. Not only did her son-in-law come without bringing anything, but he also took away her three cents worth of food.
She smiled awkwardly and said, "This is all we have at home. How can I make it? Your brother Xiaoyu also likes it. If you want to eat it, go buy it yourself."
"Where can I buy it?"
Yang Cuiguo was afraid that he would take advantage of her, so she blurted out, "There's an old woman with short hair selling it at the black market on the edge of the city."
Zhao Xingye understood in his heart, as expected, his mother just had short hair.
He had to go and talk to his mother about how to engage in speculation. If he was discovered, he might end up in jail and would definitely lose his job.
My mother earns a lot of money every month. Now that she has lost her job, how can I ask her for money in the future?
He thought that Ma Xiulan's current refusal to recognize him and Zhao Xingjia was Ma Xiulan's anger. After all, she raised him and he finally chose to follow his father who had never cared about the family before. A mother would always have resentment, so it was normal for her to take it out on him.
But they are mother and son after all, and they are still related even if their bones are broken. What's more, Ma Xiulan was willing to endure any hardship for her children, otherwise how could she have raised them to this age.
He planned to find an opportunity to persuade his mother to stop, and at the same time ask her to give him some money to spend. His life was too hard now, and his child was about to be born, and his mother had to take care of the child for him.
Zhao Xingjia was preoccupied, and Zhang Zhaodi couldn't care less about her. She pulled her biological mother Yang Cuiguo into the house and explained her purpose.
Yang Cuiguo's first reaction was to refuse: "How can I give you a quilt? I have repacked your previous quilts and made them into a mattress for your brother."
Her first reaction was to give her the old quilt that Zhang Zhaodi had used for more than ten years.
Zhang Zhaodi sneered: "I remember we have four or five new quilts at home."
"Those are the betrothal gifts I prepared for my new bride. They are to be kept for her."
Seeing that Zhang Zhaodi was thinking about her son's new quilt, Yang Cuiguo suddenly got angry.
Zhang Zhaodi patiently promised Yang Cuiguo, "I don't have any money now, but my husband can earn money, and my father-in-law also has some money. I'll give it to you when I get the money. Now, get me a bed and quilt. That way, when I give you money from home later, my husband won't be embarrassed to say anything. After all, my mother-in-law treats him well."
Yang Cuiguo didn't buy it:
"As an older sister, it's only natural for you to give money to your younger brother, otherwise you wouldn't have had the chance to be born.
Besides, you haven't even paid the betrothal gifts yet, and you're already thinking of coming back to get my quilt. What are you thinking? If you don't have a quilt, go buy one outside."
Zhang Zhaodi was heartbroken. Even if she didn't give the remaining 500 yuan as a betrothal gift, the 300 yuan she gave before was not a small amount and could not even buy a bed or quilt.
If she had money to buy it, she would never go home and endure her mother's anger, but the key is that she has no money. She said humbly: "It's too late to buy it. Can you lend me your new quilt for a while?"
Yang Cuiguo was unwilling to do so. This girl was cunning and cunning. She said she was borrowing, but she would definitely not return it in the end. She suddenly remembered the red woolen dress that Zhang Zhaodi wore home to show off last time. That dress was obviously more expensive than the quilt. She could save it and give it to her future daughter-in-law.
"Give me your red tweed and I'll get you a new quilt."
Zhang Zhaodi subconsciously felt reluctant to part with it. That dress was the first good piece of clothing she had owned in over twenty years. Zhao Xingye's voice came from outside: "Zhaodi, are you ready?"
Zhang Zhaodi didn't want to disappoint Zhao Xingye, so she quickly responded, "Okay, I'll talk to my mom a few more times."
"Okay, I promise you, I'll bring you the clothes tomorrow morning."
She and Zhao Xingye were about to have no quilt to cover themselves with, so how could she still consider her own beauty?
Yang Cuiguo opened the cabinet, picked and chose, and finally gave Zhang Zhaodi the thinnest one.
Zhang Zhaodi's mouth twitched, and she called Zhao Xingye to take the quilt and go home together.
On the way, Zhao Xingye finally felt a little satisfied and gave Zhang Zhaodi a smile.
Zhang Zhaodi smiled bitterly. There was no dowry. Zhao Xingye didn't say it, but he was complaining in his heart.
So she must get this quilt today, even if she has to put in a piece of clothing that is more expensive than the quilt.
Zhao Youcai watched Zhang Zhaodi take back the quilt, but he didn't stop there. He instructed Zhang Zhaodi to take care of Old Lady Wang at night and feed her medicine in the middle of the night.
Zhang Zhaodi did not refute. After all, Zhao Youcai had caught her and Zhao Xingye in a trap.
Zhao Xingye looked at the pregnant Zhang Zhaodi with heartache, muttering, "Dad either asks Mom to take care of Grandma, or instructs my wife to take care of Grandma. He's so filial, why doesn't he take care of her himself?"
Zhang Zhaodi shook his hand back. His words were enough to help her see her hard work and dedication.
After a night, perhaps because she was given medicine in time and properly cared for, Old Mrs. Wang actually recovered to her previous state and was full of energy.
Zhao Youcai felt relieved. Today was his day off, so he planned to go find Li Shulan after lunch to find out about He Jindong's life experience. Anyway, he didn't dare go out at night because he was too afraid of the cold.
On the day off, Zhao Xingjia and Zhao Xingye started studying at the dining table after breakfast. Even Zhao Yang was scolded by Zhao Xingjia and was not allowed to make any noise.
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