Chapter 196 It’s Not My Child
Early the next morning, everyone went to work or school.
Huang Ling also came to the workshop to work. Just as she reached the entrance of the alley, she saw Zhang A'mei passing by her yard. The gate was suddenly opened, and Song Ying poured a basin of water on Zhang A'mei's feet.
Zhang A'mei let out a cry of "Ah!" and then she remembered that Song Ying had told her to be careful yesterday and splash her with foot washing water if she passed by.
"Song Ying!" Zhang A'mei said angrily.
"Sister! Seeing water means wealth. You will definitely get rich today!" Huang Ling continued.
"she......"
"No need to thank me. Just keep your head down and look when you walk. You might find some money!" Huang Ling didn't let her say the rest of the words and stopped her with a few words.
Zhang A'mei couldn't even win an argument with Song Ying, let alone Huang Ling. She flicked the water off her feet and rushed out of the alley.
Huang Ling turned around and walked into the yard, closed the door behind her, pushed Song Ying a few steps into the house, and raised her eyebrows.
"I'm at work. Tell me when I get home!" Song Ying pulled Huang Ling's hand away.
"Then you're going to let me live during the day!" Huang Ling didn't let go.
"Auntie, I'm going to school!" Dongzhe was used to seeing the two of them pulling each other in the yard.
"Oh, go ahead!" Huang Ling stopped Song Ying and agreed to Dongzhe.
Song Ying went to clean up the breakfast dishes, but Huang Ling stopped her:
"You tell me, I'll come and help you clean up!"
The key to Song Ying's house had been given to Huang Ling a long time ago. She could boil some water, take a nap, and it was just like being at home.
There was no other way, so Song Ying told Huang Ling everything that happened in the quarrel last night.
"I have to decide the height!" Huang Ling slapped her thigh.
"Don't worry, it's her! Humph!" Song Ying didn't understand why Huang Ling felt sorry.
As the two were talking, Wu Jianguo came over.
"Song Ying."
The two came out, and Song Ying looked at Wu Jianguo with her arms folded.
"What?" She said in a bad tone.
"I'm really sorry for last night, my sister went too far..."
"Stop talking! I'll never have anything to do with your family again! If you look down on my son, you look down on me! If you scold my son, you scold me! I won't accept your apology! I won't buy you any eggs or chickens from now on."
"Song Ying, we are all neighbors and colleagues, there is no need..."
"Old Wu, you can remain silent when someone scolds your child, but that doesn't mean others can scold our child. We are different from you, we can't accept it." Huang Ling shook her head at him.
"Why bother talking to him so much? It's a waste of breath," Song Ying said with a frown. "I'm going to work! Don't forget to wash the dishes for me."
After saying that, Song Ying walked around Wu Jianguo and went to work.
Huang Ling was also about to wash the dishes when Wu Jianguo stopped her.
"Sister Ling."
Huang Ling turned around and looked at him again, waiting for him to say the next words.
"When are you free? I...oh, my sister and I want to ask you for advice on these technical secondary schools..."
Huang Ling directly refused:
"Old Wu, I won't give you any answers. Don't try to find what you want to hear in our ambiguous words to support your own ideas. Don't try to blame us when things don't go your way. Everyone has seen what's going on in your family. The children are not young anymore and they know it all."
"No, Sister Ling, I really want to ask for your opinion."
"I have no objection. It's not my child." Huang Ling smiled.
"It's not that I don't care about them. Is it wrong for me to let her go to technical secondary school? Think about it, if I let her go to high school and she can't get into college like Yiming, what should I do then?" Wu Jianguo began to talk to himself.
"Zhang Min's grades are so bad that she can only go to a vocational high school. It's hard to find a job after graduating from a vocational high school. There are always long queues at every factory. We should at least know some people in our own factory, right? We can't just let her stay at home!"
"Speaking of Xiaojun...Xiaojun is still young, let's talk about it later!"
Huang Ling just smiled at him again.
"Yesterday Shanshan said she had decided to go to a technical secondary school..."
"Then you should be happy! Your whole family has finally reached a consensus." Huang Ling replied immediately.
"But I..."
Wu Jianguo didn't know why, but he kept thinking of the look his daughter gave him yesterday.
However, he didn't know what to say, so he just sighed and left.
Everyone knew that with Wu Shanshan's grades, it would be a real loss if she didn't take the university entrance exam. Even if she studied teacher training at a technical secondary school, she could only be assigned to a nearby town or village as a teacher, and it would be impossible for her to stay in Suzhou.
Everyone knows that Wu Shanshan is not trying to take Zhang Min's job, she just wants to go to high school and then take the college entrance examination.
Everyone knows that Wu Jianguo has never even discussed this matter with his daughter or listened to her opinions.
Everyone knows that Zhang A-mei doesn't want to pay for Wu Shanshan's three years of high school, doesn't want Wu Shanshan to be better than Zhang Min, and doesn't want Wu Shanshan and Wu Jun to stay in Suzhou and occupy the family's house.
Doesn't Wu Jianguo know this?
He knows.
He was just using safety as an excuse to stifle his daughter's future and maintain the superficial balance of the family.
Fortunately, Wu Shanshan has agreed to go to technical secondary school, and he feels relieved. He can finally say that it was the child's own choice.
But after get off work in the afternoon, the Wu family started quarreling again.
Huang Ling, who was about to get off work, shrank back.
"The windows are open, it's cool, and we're not operating the sewing machine right now."
"Yes, yes, yes."
When Song Ying returned home and walked into the alley, she saw a row of people lying on the windowsill of the workshop, eating melons, so she joined them.
"Have you dealt with them?" Song Ying asked.
"No, I didn't do anything. Today it's not Shanshan, it's Zhang Min." Huang Ling replied.
"What's wrong with Zhang Min?" Song Ying asked curiously.
"You're here right when it starts." Huang Ling raised her chin.
Then I heard Zhang Amei in the room yelling frantically, "You're really pissing me off! If you don't want to go to a vocational high school in the textile system, what do you want to study? Which system do you want to go to?"
Zhang Min was not to be outdone and spoke loudly:
"Anything is fine! I went to the workshop today and I can't do it anyway!"
"What's not hard work these days? Which factory isn't like this? The cotton mill is stable! You kid don't know the importance of this!"
"I can't even pay out my stable bonuses. I've even torn down the walls and turned them into shops to collect rent. Everyone knows that! I still have to wait in line for vocational high school. Who knows how long it'll take? And if I do get in, I'll have to do such hard work. I don't want to go!"
"Okay, then what are you going to do?"
"Go to a technical secondary school! Being a teacher in a township is better than doing that job! It doesn't matter what you study, even a medical school. Anyway, I won't work in a cotton mill. That job is too terrible." Zhang Min refused to agree.
It was only after Wu Shanshan reminded her last night that she thought of going and taking a look. Before, she only knew that the work was hard, but she didn't know it was so hard.
"Others want to work hard but don't have the chance! Going to a technical secondary school sounds easy, but with your grades, how can you get in?"
Zhang Min said nonchalantly: "If I can't get a good score, I'll just get a bad score!"
Wu Shanshan came out of the house and let them quarrel.
When she passed by Huang Ling and Song Ying, she politely called out, "Auntie Huang, Auntie Song."
Then, she pulled out a piece of paper from the book in her hand and handed it to Song Ying: "Auntie Song, this is the question that Dongzhe couldn't solve yesterday. Please give it to him. If he doesn't understand, ask him to call me at the door and I will explain it to him."
"Thank you, Shanshan." Song Ying took it.
"Dongzhe too, I have to teach him a lesson! He actually got the last place in the exam! I'm so embarrassed!" Huang Ling took the paper and took a look at it.
"You'd better really give him a beating instead of patting his head and saying 'My Dongzhe is the best'!" Song Ying rolled her eyes at Huang Ling.
Just then, Lin Dongzhe came back with his schoolbag in one hand and a net bag containing a basketball in the other.
Huang Ling and Song Ying shouted at the same time:
"Lin Dongzhe!"
Lin Dongzhe was shocked:
"I... didn't do anything... But, I was wrong..."
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