Chapter 295: Zhenzhen Fake
"Big sister, do you have any clothes you don't wear? I'm freezing."
Boss Ye walked into the room, stood with his buttocks tucked in, his back hunched, and sneezed again.
The White Widow frowned imperceptibly and stepped back.
He laughed it off and said, "You don't know me. I don't have any extra clothes at home."
Boss Ye was also very cold.
"No, you can just wear your old luxurious clothes. I don't mind.
I used to have a good relationship with Fugui, and it was common for us to wear the same pants."
"All right."
After saying this, the White Widow looked embarrassed.
He fetched the clothes and handed them to the man.
Boss Ye didn't even bother to wipe himself clean and put on his clothes in no time.
Bai Fugui is tall and strong, and his clothes look particularly funny on Boss Ye, who is a head shorter than him.
Boss Ye smiled foolishly and rolled up his trouser legs and sleeves three times.
Although the clothes didn’t fit me well, at least I wasn’t cold anymore.
"Big sister, I'm a little thirsty, can you pour me a glass of water?"
The man was not shy at all. He sat down on the kang, crossed his legs and smacked his lips.
"Brother Ye, please sit down and rest for a while. I'll go pour it right away."
As the White Widow walked out the door, the smile on her face fell.
He simply took a large bowl with a hole in it, and inside the bowl lay a dead fly.
Without blinking or washing the dishes, he just flicked the fly out the window and poured a bowl of tea.
"Big sister, your life is really hard. There's not even brown sugar water, and you just drink boiled water every day?
This is not nutritious at all! I'll try to find some brown sugar tomorrow."
Boss Ye sucked his teeth, the water almost burned his mouth.
"That's perfect. I'm a woman, how can I have the skills and connections that you men have?"
The White Widow sat on the other side and looked at the man's bald head, which had no eyebrows.
"Brother Ye, what happened to your hair? What happened?"
She stayed up late last night writing more than a dozen letters, and her back ached and her hands cramped.
She slept all morning today and no one told her about these things, so the news was delayed.
"This? It's all my damn wife's fault! She's become too powerful and insisted on asking for a divorce."
Boss Ye touched his head and felt a chill.
After rubbing his hands, he continued, "Big sister, is Fugui's old hat still there?"
The white widow was almost embarrassed and was about to politely refuse when there was a knock on the door.
The two were so frightened that Old Ye's thighs became weak with fear. He climbed up and pried open the window, preparing to jump out and escape.
"Mom, it's me, open the door quickly."
"Here I come, son."
They both breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, their hearts settling back into their stomachs.
The White Widow hurriedly opened the door and welcomed the person in.
"Mom, why are you locking the door in broad daylight?
I've sent your letter, so don't worry... Is Uncle Ye here?"
As soon as the child came in, he took off his hat and scarf and started talking.
The White Widow didn't even have time to tell him that there was someone in the house.
Boss Ye came out with his hands in his pockets. When he saw who was coming, his eyes narrowed into slits and he walked up to the child and patted his shoulder.
"You're back, come in and sit down, your mom is praising you to me!
I haven't seen you for several days. You seem to have lost some weight.
Wait, uncle will weigh some meat and send it over in a few days so your eldest sister can make braised pork for you to nourish you."
The young man he was talking about froze in expression and shrugged his shoulders. Boss Ye's hand fell into nothingness and he walked to his mother.
"Why is Uncle Ye here today? Mom, I'm hungry, let's eat.
It's getting late, uncle, should you go home for dinner? Auntie is waiting at home, right?"
When Boss Ye heard the child say this, he sneered, shook his head, and wiped his face.
"It's not easy for your uncle like me. I've raised four ungrateful people over the years.
Now I have no home to return to. Sister, do you think I can start a fire at home today?
I'll go back through the small path after I finish eating, and I'm sure no one will notice me."
The White Widow looked at the scoundrel's appearance and hated him so much that her teeth itched.
But she couldn't refuse. She had to send him away quickly. If he said he wanted to stay at home for the night, he would be in trouble.
"Mom, if you're not feeling well, just wash the vegetables. I'll cook. Uncle, come and help me light the fire."
Zhenwazi looked at his mother with pity. She hadn't gained much weight recently and her face had become thinner.
"Real boy, uncle doesn't treat you as an outsider, so you better be discerning when you look for a partner in the future.
Don't look for someone like your aunt, just look for someone like your mother.
You are so lucky to have found someone as gentle and virtuous as your mother..."
Boss Ye was chattering to himself, occasionally glancing at the White Widow who was slowly washing vegetables.
When the young man from the Bai family heard this, he wanted to kick the man into the fire.
The short bald guy still wants to marry his mother? He is really like a toad wanting to eat swan meat, his face is longer than a horse.
Boss Ye ate a lot and finally left.
It was already dark outside the door. He was wearing luxurious clothes and walking back to his shabby house from the small path.
He had a twig in his mouth and his hands in his pockets.
There is a small nest of bugs above my head, staring at me from time to time.
The White Widow watched the man leave with her own eyes, and collapsed on the bed with a sigh of relief.
"Son, have you mailed all the letters today?"
"I've already sent it, Mom. How long do I have to pretend to be your son? This isn't a solution.
When I just passed by the village entrance, that old Cai Bapto said she wanted to introduce me to someone.
I am a woman myself, how can I get married?
If there is one more person in our family, it will be exposed."
The White Widow's eyes were filled with tears, and she began to pound her chest again.
"Zhenzhen, there's nothing I can do. Your Uncle Fugui is gone.
If we were the only two weak women at home, I'd probably have someone prying open the door every night.
I can tolerate your restless sleep, but if you weren't a boy, we wouldn't be able to keep the house your rich uncle left behind!"
It turned out to be the old acquaintances, the Jia family mother and son, no, it was the mother and daughter.
At the end of 1975, Jia Yuhe was sentenced to seven years of reform through labor, and Jia Zhenzhen followed him regardless of whether she lived or died.
The farm where the mother and daughter were doing forced labor was not the same as the one where Zhao Yunyun and the others were doing forced labor. When they were on the farm, they had heavy tasks to do.
Jia Zhenzhen alone could not finish the work, and if she didn't finish the work, she would just go hungry.
She has a masculine appearance and a hoarse voice. Without the face cream on her face, she looks like a boy.
Jia Yuhe set her sights on the tall and strong Bai Fugui, and using some tricks, she soon coaxed the man into submission.
The old bachelor now has a gentle wife and a strong adopted son. Bai Fugui's mouth is almost crooked with smiles.
Normally he would not be able to return until the end of 1982, but Jia Zhenzhen caught a thief who stole grain on the farm and gave him a small job.
The credit went to Jia Yuhe, and she was released a year early.
Le Dian Dian followed Bai Fugui to live in Huaihuagou.
Even Bai Fugui didn't know that Jia Zhenzhen was a girl until he died.
Because the mother and daughter were outsiders, they didn't have many close friends in the village, and even the village's "gossip duo" didn't notice them.
"Mom, let's wait and see if there's a reply this time. I'll try to find a way to get some money out of Boss Ye.
Zhenzhen has become so thin from hunger. Mom can see it all and it hurts my heart. It’s all because of Mom’s incompetence.”
Jia Yuhe climbed up from the bed, biting her lip and holding her daughter's hand.
"Mom, what are you talking about? I'm going to carry some things to the city these days to see if I can sell them for some money."
Jia Zhenzhen's thick black eyebrows were furrowed together as she pondered something.
"Zhenzhen, how will I live without you?"
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