Grandma Song angrily scolded: "That's enough. You are so old, but you are crying so ugly. Is this appropriate?"
This daughter-in-law is the one she dislikes the most. If it weren't for the eldest son's preference, she would have wanted to break up the couple.
"I thought you had reflected on your actions, but I didn't expect you to cause trouble again. Boss, send her back. This time, she is not allowed to return to the Song family for half a month. She is not allowed to enter the house even if she has to sleep on the street. Do you hear me?"
Uncle Song said with a dark face: "Mom, why bother with so much trouble? I will divorce her and let her go back to her parents' home. I'm serious, please marry me a gentle and virtuous woman, not a crying woman all day long."
It seems that what I said last time was too light.
Zhang Ling was anxious: "No, Jianhua, I'll be obedient. Is that not enough? I'm divorced. What should I do? I'm so old and I don't have a job. Who would want me?"
"There are many people who don't have money to marry. If you leave, the Song family will be quiet. It's not good for you to always disturb others at home, right?"
Zhang Ling hurriedly said, "I really listened to you this time. I will never interfere in the marriage affairs of other people in the Song family in the future. Is that okay?"
"Then you should apologize to everyone, especially to Wanyue. You don't need to worry about Wanyue's marriage."
Song Wanyue stood up, staring at people with a pair of eyes as bright as stars.
You should apologize to her.
Uncle Song is indeed indecisive and soft-hearted.
Zhang Ling gritted her teeth and said, "I apologize to everyone. I'm sorry. I was wrong this time. I will never worry about anything in the future and I won't bring my family to cause trouble at home.
Wanyue, aunt, I apologize to you and will not interfere in your marriage affairs in the future. I really know I was wrong, Jianhua, okay?"
The attitude was quite good this time.
Grandma Song nodded: "Okay, boss, why are you standing there? Send her back to her parents' home. I don't want to see her at home for the next half month. Let her go back to her parents' home for the New Year."
Still need to knock.
Uncle Song dragged the man out and said, "Okay, let's go. I'll ride my bike to take you there."
Her sleeve was pulled and she couldn't break free. Zhang Ling saw that everyone was looking at her coldly and no one helped her.
She started to go crazy: "Song Jianhua, I admitted my mistake, why are you sending me back? I don't want to leave."
He sat down on the ground and refused to get up.
Uncle Song tied the man to the back seat of his bicycle and rode away.
Everyone went back to their homes.
Song Wanyue said depressedly: "You are asking for trouble."
"Dad, this aunt's temper is too hard to change."
Father Song sighed, "How can you change it? Your aunt is over 40 years old. It's hard to change one's nature."
Song's mother brought a few frozen pears into the house and ordered, "Hurry and try them. These pears are very sweet. The chicken soup will take another hour to cook. Just eat a little to fill your stomach first."
"By the way, Wanyue, there are two letters for you today. Here, take a look."
Mother Song handed the envelope on the table to Song Wanyue.
Could it be what she thought?
Song Wanyue opened the envelope with excitement, and saw that it was indeed a letter from the newspaper, and there was also a letter from Jiang Ze.
I grumbled happily: "My submission was accepted. Dad, Mom, look, here is my fee, sixty-eight yuan. They also asked me to finish writing this story."
If she doesn't write more books and polish them, it will be difficult for her to make a living in the entertainment industry in the future.
"I plan to write a medium-length novel, with a minimum of 500,000 words. It will probably take half a year or a year to finish it."
Song's mother said with relief: "Not bad, my daughter can make money from her writings. That's great. Will we be able to see your articles in the newspapers in the future?"
Although she is a teacher, she has never thought about developing a career in literary creation. This line of work requires both talent and time.
Father Song asked curiously, "Wanyue, where is your article? Can't I read it now?"
"We have to wait a little longer. I submitted 50,000 words before. The letter said it would be next month. They are about to celebrate the New Year, and the typesetting and other things have not been completed yet."
Song Wanyue showed her manuscript to the two of them.
"Here, this is it. Don't tell anyone after you read the rest of the article. I've almost finished writing it. I'm almost done with it."
"I understand, my daughter. We will take our time and never tell anyone."
"I'll have to take a closer look."
"Girl, take a look at what Jiang Ze wrote to you. Don't worry about us."
Seeing that the two men were watching with great interest and not forgetting to tease her, Song Wanyue did not disturb them.
Both Mr. and Mrs. Song like reading.
Song's father was not good at one subject but had poor foreign language skills. He started working early because he failed to get into university.
Song's mother attended a technical secondary school and was assigned a job upon graduation.
The next day, Song Wanyue got up early. Jiang Ze invited her to visit the palace and watch a movie.
Standing not far from the palace, Song Wanyue yawned. She was exhausted last night.
Although you can use mental power to operate in space, your mind will easily become fatigued.
The wild boar blood had been drained, and she cut the meat into 10-jin pieces, smoked them with cypress leaves, and waited two days before selling them. After smoking, she cut them into 1-jin and 2-jin pieces for easier selling.
Unfortunately, this kind of business cannot be done often, and there are not so many wild boars in the deep mountains.
Spring is also the breeding season for animals, so let’s wait until summer vacation next time.
The three big wild boars, excluding the internal organs, weighed a total of 600 kilograms. Conservatively estimated, they could be sold for 500 yuan, which was a big profit.
Song Wanyue felt a little cold. She opened her backpack and was about to take out a glass bottle filled with hot water when she was suddenly bumped by someone.
This is a tourist attraction and there are many people here, so I thought it was an accident.
It was only when she put her hands and the glass bottle in her pockets that she realized the money was gone.
Oops, we encountered a thief.
She was so angry that her eyes turned red. After locking onto someone in the crowd, Song Wanyue ran as fast as she could.
The thief was not tall and looked to be in his teens, not yet an adult.
Seeing Song Wanyue chasing after him, he made a face.
Just then, Jiang Ze arrived. After catching up with Song Wanyue, he asked, "Is that the thief? The one in black?"
Song Wanyue, who was wearing thick clothes and running out of breath, nodded, "It was him. He stole my wallet."
Damn kid, that's pretty fast.
"Stand and wait for me." After handing the package in his hand to Song Wanyue, Jiang Ze ran away.
More than ten minutes later, Jiang Ze caught the man and came back.
"Here, I'll get it back for you. This is your little pink wallet. Keep it and check if there's any money missing."
Song Wanyue smiled and said, "Yes, thank you. Jiang Ze, hey, kid, why did you steal my things? Didn't your family give you enough food?"
Generally, thieves do it for money, but the child in front of him doesn't look like an adult.
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