Chapter 300 Mysterious Pen Pal
As expected, when Wu Shengli and Fu Zhenggang returned, they were both pulled by the ears and scolded severely.
Wu Shengli felt that he had won the fight and selectively forgot about his embarrassment and the scolding he had just received.
I was wiping the table with a rag in my hand, humming the song "Homesickness" from the Spring Festival Gala that I watched last night.
"Your figure and your singing voice will always be etched in my heart.
Although yesterday has passed and it is difficult for us to meet again after separation, how can I forget your deep love..."
Zhao Yunyun in the front yard was almost going crazy. This guy could even tear his pants right at his doorstep. He was truly a talented person.
"How old are you? You're still like a child, playing with firecrackers with others. Are you so capable?
You have to sew these pants yourself, and all your pocket money for the next three months will be deducted.
If you dare to touch the money at home, I will kick you out immediately!"
She also did not forget to warn the man not to have any bad intentions. She had saved a lot of money from setting up a stall at home, and she had already thought about what to do with the money.
I plan to bring my son to Laixi to see the hospital at the beginning of the new year. If he is completely cured, I will use the remaining money to see if I can buy a small shop in Xiushui Street.
When the wedding gets bigger in the future, this one room at home won't be enough, so she has to make plans early.
If she hadn't seen that Fu Zhenggang could do some hard work at home and had calmed down a lot, she would have kicked him away long ago.
"I know, I know."
She glared at Fu Zhenggang fiercely, straightened her clothes, and ran outside to find her son.
"Laixi, you must be hungry. Mom will make you a cup of malted milk. Were you scared just now?"
"No, Mom, I thought Dad's pose just now was kind of cool. I can't do it anyway."
"Don't follow your dad's lead. Mom says this pose is too tiring for your pants."
Zhao Yunyun never said anything bad about Fu Zhenggang in front of her children.
"Mom, I know, I'll be good and take good care of myself.
In the future, I also want to go to college like Orange’s mom!”
Lai Xi likes Chengzi, his smart and beautiful sister, very much, and he also likes Aunt Xiaotong because of his love for her.
When Zhao Yunyun heard the child's words, her nose felt sore and her eyes became more gentle.
"Mom won't force you to do anything. If you want to learn, then study hard. Then you can become a college student and make Mom proud."
Given Lai Xi's physical condition, he couldn't stand setting up a stall all day like her. Studying hard was his best way out.
I prayed silently in my heart that Lai Xi would not be like Fu Zhenggang, that pig-headed guy.
Fu Zhenggang stood there with his head down after being scolded, sighed, and felt completely depressed.
Covering her butt with one hand, she went back to her room to change her clothes.
I sneezed for no apparent reason and my ears felt a little hot.
"Strange, who is scolding me?"
After changing, he dawdled to the kitchen and sat on the stove stool with his open-crotch pants on his legs.
My hands and feet were clumsy as I sewed slowly. My vision went dark for a moment and someone came.
"Mom, what are you doing? What do you want from me?"
Xia Caiyun stammered a few times and whispered:
"Son, do you have any money on you? I want to go to the post office to buy some stamps. I forgot to mail a letter."
"How can I have any money? Mom, wait a few days, I really don't have any money on me now.
Why don't you ask Yunyun?"
He didn't have much money on him, and even if he did, he wouldn't be able to keep it for a day.
He is the kind of person who feels uncomfortable when he has money on him. He wants to spend it all and feel comfortable only when there is not a penny left.
After spending it all, I look forward to the next month's pocket money.
"Mom, I'm out of pocket money for the next three months. It's all because of that gigolo Wu Shengli!"
Xia Caiyun's expectations were dashed, her face filled with worry, and she sighed.
"Forget it, I'll think of a solution myself."
After walking two steps, he turned back and said a few words:
"Son, don't always make Yunyun angry in the future.
If we both get kicked out, we'll really have nowhere to go.
Your brother is now a son-in-law. He can't take care of us if he can't even take care of himself.
"The farm is not as good as Beijing, don't you think?"
In Xia Caiyun's mind, the roles of Fu Zhenggang and Zhao Yunyun were exactly reversed.
"Mom, I understand. I'll reflect on it. I'll reflect deeply tonight and make sure I don't make the same mistake again next time."
Fu Zhenggang raised four fingers and swore with a serious look on his face.
But in his heart, he was gritting his teeth: Wu Shengli, just wait for me! Next time, I will definitely make you lose your ass.
Xia Caiyun nodded with satisfaction and went back to the house to take care of her own things.
Ever since her late husband Fu Wenlei passed away, she hasn't looked for another partner.
I recently secretly made a pen pal and we send letters to each other every now and then.
She was not stupid, so she did not reveal her real information, and she did not even write the compound as the address for the letter.
He turned his mind 90 degrees and found a new way to create an identity for himself as an educated youth who returned to the city and was a college student who was always sad about the passing of time.
From time to time, I would copy some flowery words into a letter, but what I usually received was a sour reply.
The new pen pal she met recently is a poet. He is passionate and his writing is bold.
After reading the reply letter, her heart felt hot and her face turned red.
The letters were full of lewd words, and I felt confused after reading one of them.
She only dared to read this kind of letter secretly by herself, which was really embarrassing.
How could a man be so good at writing love letters?
The key is that the object of praise is still her.
Who knows, her spring may be coming again.
She had sent some things a few times before when she had enough money.
All of this money was saved from her own pockets, and she didn't dare to take the money from her family.
I thought about the wording in my mind and hurried to write a reply.
She writes slowly, and the ink from this pen doesn't flow evenly, so she can't hurry.
There was also a pile of newspapers on the table that she had picked out from the scrap yard. These were all her reference materials, used to show off her knowledge.
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The Xie family in the backyard.
In order to help Aunt Ye escape from the swamp of rotten marriage as quickly as possible, Lin Xiaotong was talking to Xie Yi about the idea she and Teacher Shen Tingyu had come up with at the time.
"How are you going to let that person find that 'good thing' that can make him a fortune?"
"Of course, it would be more true if I overheard it by chance. If someone like Ye Liugen knew that he had such a good thing at home, he would definitely be interested."
Just as he finished speaking, he heard Gao Xiulan calling out from outside the house:
"Xiaotong, can you help me see if this dress looks like the red shirt the hostess of the Spring Festival Gala wore?"
"Here I come."
"I plan to take the clothes to Xiushui Street to set up a stall. They will definitely sell well. Luckily, I asked Dazhen to save them for me on the first day of the new year."
After the Spring Festival Gala, there were many more lesbians wearing red shirts on the streets.
It’s so prosperous that every day feels like Chinese New Year.
"Mom, I'll go too. Do you want to sell stockings with me?"
This year, red shirts paired with black skirts are popular, and many fashionable lesbians want to look beautiful and cool in winter.
"Xiu Lan, when you and Xiao Tong go there, each wear one. People will see how nice you look and they will definitely stop and buy one for you."
"Oh, Comrade Xie is quite knowledgeable."
"You little brat, why are you so slow when I ask you to make some flower tea?"
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In the quiet little mountain village, the New Year has not yet ended, but Huaihuagou has become lively again.
"Boss Ye, why are you making such a fuss every day?
It's Chinese New Year, can't you take a break?"
Aunt Fan Qi really didn't want to say anything and rolled her eyes.
She couldn't sleep today because she was worried about her son Sanbengzi finding a partner. Just as she closed her eyes, she was woken up by the sound of a few clanging doors.
Boss Ye, with a bald head, shouted:
"I want a divorce! I really can't stay in this family anymore!"
Standing opposite were Aunt Ye and her three daughters, surrounded by a group of people.
The youngest Wanxia was so angry that she said:
"You just want to live with a widow! You even stole my mother's chicken feeding bowl."
"Oh my god, Boss Ye, you are such a grown man, but you are so shabby."
Cai Bitch kept chattering and laughing.
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