The youngest one was dragged down by her and sent to the remote Northwest. How could they survive there without family subsidies? But she acted like nothing had happened, living a carefree life while her mother and son took care of her!
The old lady sewed shoe soles for others, her hands becoming deformed from sewing so she could give her granddaughter an extra two or three yuan each month. I just want to ask, doesn't your factory care about people with such questionable values?
The deputy factory director glanced at Qi Zhifang and asked, "What's going on with your family?"
Qi Zhifang bit her lip, her face turning pale and then flushed, and said, "I haven't ignored her, but life has been tough..."
"You son of a bitch, you're such a load of bull! You're having a hard time? Look at you, all smooth and slippery, who would believe that! You're a beast who gives birth but doesn't raise his child, worse than an animal! I don't care, she has to say today how much money and how many tickets she'll send to that little one every month. Stop expecting someone else to raise your child!" Li Qiuxiang shouted.
The deputy factory director looked at Qi Zhifang with a headache, "What do you have to say? You gave birth to her and you're not going to raise her?"
Qi Zhifang's face looked as if she'd been slapped with a Foshan Shadowless Kick; she felt nothing, but she still gritted her teeth and insisted, "Who doesn't suffer when they go to the countryside? Children need to endure hardship to grow. Besides, how can I raise a child on only 18.5 yuan a month! I..."
Li Qiuxiang stood up and slapped him across the face. "You motherfucker, you don't know what's good for you! You don't have money to raise your child, but you have money to buy eight sets of clothes a month. Since you have no shame, then tear it off!"
Several people quickly came up and pulled them apart. The deputy factory director said angrily, "Here's what we'll do, Qi Zhifang, we'll deduct 3.5 yuan from your monthly salary and squeeze out five jin of grain coupons."
Qi Zhifang remained silent, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. Li Qiuxiang sneered, "Fine, the factory can deduct the money directly. This person has no integrity whatsoever, and I don't trust her."
Qi Zhifang was so angry this time that she cried, "Are you trying to force me to my death?!"
"If you had any shame, you would have died long ago. Why would I force you? It's settled then. If my sister-in-law doesn't receive her wages for a month, I'll come directly to the factory office. I find it unlucky to talk to people like that!" With that, she got up and left.
As she walked, she wondered if she should also change jobs, since getting married and having a baby meant she couldn't do heavy physical labor anymore.
Seeing that I still had some time, I hurried to the recycling station, hoping to find some suitable furniture.
Jiang Zhen was worried about Wei Dani, so he asked Zhao Aiguo, who was idle at home, to keep her company every day and provided him with lunch.
Zhao Aiguo was quite happy to go, and every day after breakfast he would go, and at lunchtime he would hand the milk powder coupons to Jiang Zhen and say, "Go buy it yourself! We only have half a bag left. My grandma asked me to take two cans of malted milk powder!"
Jiang Zhen nodded and said, "Okay, thanks! I'll pay you back when I find the tickets!"
Zhao Aiguo, with a steamed bun in his mouth, said, "We'll talk about that later. My grandma said my sister can't get too tired, can't stretch herself, and can't climb up or down stairs..."
Jiang Zhen nodded and said, "I know, I'm just vomiting a lot and can't eat anything. Your grandma didn't say what to do."
Zhao Aiguo swallowed a mouthful of steamed bun. "Sour food is good. My dad's pickled radish is delicious. I'll ask him to make some when I get back today. My grandma said it's appetizing, sour and spicy. Oh! Isn't Xiaopengzi a Sichuan chef? Go ask him. Their pickled vegetables are delicious. Didn't Brother Xiaolong say the first time he ate it that it could make you have a baby? Hahahaha, by the way, did this kid really get pregnant from eating this stuff?..."
Jiang Zhen patted him on the shoulder and glared at him, "What do you know, you little kid? Go study it with your wife when you're older!"
Zhao Aiguo pursed his lips. He would rather not have children than eat sour food; sweet food is much tastier!
Wei Dani lay half-reclined on the kang (a heated brick bed), her face flushed and her neck red. Those two men!
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