Old Mrs. Wu looked up from the shiny black leather shoes, "Fourth son..."
Huang Xiaoqiang squatted down, looking at Wu's face contorted in pain, and gently smiled, asking her in a low voice, "Mom, you really didn't secretly save any money yourself?"
"I really have no money left."
Old Mrs. Wu grabbed Huang Xiaoqiang's trouser leg and moved forward with difficulty.
"Xiaoqiang, Mom's in pain! Could you go to the pharmacy and buy some painkillers? Mom doesn't want to go to the hospital, she doesn't want to go..."
Suddenly, a hand reached out in front of her. Grandma Wu looked up in surprise.
"Mom, the medicine at the pharmacy isn't free. You have to pay first before you can buy it."
Old Mrs. Wu was speechless for a long while. With trembling lips, she fumbled for eight yuan from her waist and handed it to him. This was the money she got from selling scrap metal yesterday.
That's...that's all...
Huang Xiaoqiang grinned and sneered, slapping the change out of her hand. He then propped himself up on his knees with his elbows.
"That's it? Please forgive your son for being unable to buy you the medicine."
He turned around and stepped into the muddy snowmelt, leaving dark footprints of crumpled banknotes.
Old Mrs. Wu's thin arms went limp, and she fell into the snow water with a 'plop'. Her eyes were fixed on the dark wall, and she grinned silently.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a wood-chopping knife not far away. She struggled to climb over, grabbed the knife, and slowly closed her eyes. She had made a terrible mistake in her life, pouring all her time and energy into her sons. She was reluctant to eat or dress well for herself and gave them all her money, leaving herself no money. In the end, she didn't get a good outcome.
With a mocking look in her eyes, Old Lady Wu swept over the filthy pigsty, grabbed the cold, rough handle of the knife, and deftly raised it. With a 'splat', the flesh on her neck flew off, and blood gushed out instantly.
She never wants to be a human again in her next life...
Old Mrs. Wu slowly closed her eyes, a chill creeping up from within her. Cold, so very cold...
"mom!"
A roar startled Old Lady Wu, and before she could react, a dark, shiny face loomed in front of her, causing her to instinctively slap it.
The sound of the slap was unusually loud in the room. Old Mrs. Wu stared blankly down, a fine, stinging pain spreading through her palm.
pain.
She is not dead?
I subconsciously reached out and touched my neck. The skin was smooth and even, without any old, sagging skin, and there was no pain at all.
A look of disbelief flashed across Huang Xiaofu's face, followed by a surge of anger in his eyes. He covered his face and glared at the stunned Old Lady Wu.
"Mom! What are you doing!"
"You hit me just because I'm going to marry Fengying? What kind of mother are you?!"
Grandma Wu suddenly remembered that Huang Xiaofu had insisted on marrying Miao Fengying, causing a huge uproar in the family.
Back then, she saw that Miao Fengying had been brainwashed by that old woman from the Miao family with the idea of ​​considering her own family and sacrificing herself, so she directly rejected the second son's request to marry Miao Fengying.
Unexpectedly, he held a grudge ever since. Old Mrs. Wu glanced at Huang Xiaofu, whose face was flushed with anger, and sneered, "What kind of mother is like me in this world? That's right, you're not my son, you were picked up by me."
Huang Xiaofu was taken aback. He glanced at Old Lady Wu several times and realized that she seemed a little unhappy. He suppressed his irritation and pouted, "Mom, you really hit me hard. My face is all swollen."
To everyone's surprise, Old Mrs. Wu didn't even look at him. "You just said you wanted to marry Miao Fengying?"
Huang Xiaofu was about to grimace when, ignoring the pain on his face, he quickly said, "Yes, yes, Mom, you agree?"
"Yes, why wouldn't Mom agree?" Old Mrs. Wu lowered her eyes, concealing the mockery within. "However..."
Huang Xiaofu was about to smile when he suddenly paused and said with displeasure, "But what? You just agreed, so you can't go back on your word."
Grandma Wu took a deep breath. Huang Xiaofu's youthful face was full of wariness towards her. "However, you know the family's situation. All the money went to pay off your father's gambling debts. We don't have much money left..."
Before Old Mrs. Wu could finish speaking, Huang Mancang, who had been pretending to be dead, raised his fist and punched her. "What did you say! What do you mean you paid off all my gambling debts?"
Old Mrs. Wu instinctively dodged, but his fist still grazed the corner of her mouth, leaving a trace of blood.
"You're a level seven worker in the textile factory, earning 89 yuan a month. I'm still your man, so what's wrong with me spending a few of your money?"
Old Mrs. Wu's vision went black for a moment, and she kept hitting and hitting!
They've fought from the past life to this one, and that old bastard Huang Mancang really thinks she wouldn't dare fight back.
Reaching for the scissors on the table, he charged straight at Huang Mancang, who was still babbling on and on, yelling, "Go to hell!"
The people inside were startled. Seeing Old Mrs. Wu's reckless attitude, they were so frightened that they retreated straight to the door without any intention of stopping her.
Huang Mancang was also startled. The sharp scissors made his eyes jump, and he quickly stepped back. The two were very close, and he was a step too slow to react. The scissors went straight into his chest, the sharp end completely embedded in his chest, without any mercy.
Bright red blood gushed out with a spurt. Huang Mancang looked down and saw it, rolled his eyes, and collapsed to the ground, fainting instantly.
"Ah!!! Mom, you've killed someone!"
Old Mrs. Wu gave him a cold look, her face expressionless, and said, "Shut up!"
The scissors weren't long enough to kill Huang Mancang, so he casually threw them at him.
Turning to Huang Xiaofu, he said, "Your father's character is obvious to everyone. To be honest, there's no money in the family. You're not getting any younger. If you really like Miao Fengying, go out and earn money to marry her yourself."
Huang Xiaofu was stunned. He glanced at his father lying on the ground, swallowed hard, and silently took a step back.
Grandma Wu ignored them and went back into the inner room.
The remaining people looked at each other in confusion. "Mom, what's wrong?" Huang Xiaoguo only dared to speak after seeing Old Lady Wu close the door.
Huang Xiaofu was the closest, and he saw the situation most clearly. The ruthlessness in Wu's eyes still makes his back tremble when he thinks about it.
Upon spotting Huang Mancang lying on the ground unattended, Huang Xiaoguo quickly went over and told Huang Xiaofu to carry him to the hospital.
Soon, the room became quiet. Old Mrs. Wu sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the calendar on the wall.
June 18, 1964.
Today is a big day, a day that could change the fate of the entire Huang family.
After calming herself down, Old Mrs. Wu bent down and pulled out a brick from under the bed, from which she took out a wooden box.
After sweeping away the dust from the box and opening it, I was surprised to find it filled with bills of various sizes and red and green banknotes.
Upon closer inspection, there were a total of six hundred pieces.
It's already quite an achievement to have saved up so much money, considering the large family and Huang Mancang's tendency to scatter money around.
On the other side, Huang Xiaoguo and the others had just taken Huang Mancang to the hospital when the nurses urged them to pay the bill. They were stunned because they had no money.
"No money on you? Hurry up and have your family send some." The nurse waved her hand impatiently, pointing to the person on the bed and saying, "His chest wound looks scary, but it didn't hit any vital organs, so it won't cost much."
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