Chapter 35 My Fierce Wife
He reached out to pull it away, but Zhou's mother snatched it away first: "I told you, this is a gift from Xiao Ji to me!"
"You are a corrupt official!"
"Xiao Ji has had it so tough."
"You still want to accept this? I think you've really lost your mind. If you take it, I'll be the first to report you!"
Zhou Shengqiang looked at her with surprise and doubt: "Mom! Are you getting senile?"
"Get out!"
"This is what I deserve. Look, there's a thank you note on it, it looks like it says 'thank you'."
"I can't read!" Zhou's mother pretended not to hear.
"Xiao Wei, call Sun Sun over tonight, I'll stew chicken for him."
"Okay, Mom."
Zhou Shengqiang looked displeased: "So you mean I helped you but didn't get any reward?"
Zhou's mother must not have heard.
"Go and find out where Xiao Ji and his family got their share. I'll go see them and return the red envelope."
Zhou Shengqiang snorted with his mouth tightly shut.
"Don't even think about having chicken tonight!"
"Have some information! You old lady are really something, you even found yourself a son."
Ji Huaizhi rented out his land to the Chen Honghua family, who lived two doors down.
Rent is calculated annually.
When Ji Huaizhi took the initiative to bring up this matter with Aunt Chen Honghua, she was greatly surprised.
I thought it was because Huang Zhaodi forced him to do it, but I didn't expect it was because his wife got a separate room and would be living in the city from now on.
Considering Huang Zhaodi's personality, Chen Honghua thought for a moment and immediately agreed to rent the place.
Farmers never complain about having too much land, and she was really looking forward to seeing Huang Zhaodi's expression when she saw her planting Ji Huaizhi's land.
"Do your dad and the others know about this?"
Ji Huaizhi shook his head: "There's no need to say it."
Chen Honghua could tell from his expression that he wanted to break off the relationship. She thought to herself that this simpleton was really ruthless and was preparing to disown the Ji family. However, she didn't say anything.
What if they decide not to rent the land to her?
Instead, she praised him for his courage.
“If you leave, won’t those houses in your village be given to them for free?” If the houses could be rented or bought, Chen Honghua would go back immediately to get the money.
With so many people at home, there's no room for everyone, but Ji Huaizhi's place is very comfortable.
"Why should we give them a discount? I'll be coming back to collect goods later, so we'll keep the house."
Chen Honghua stirred things up: "That's not necessarily true. If you leave right away, Huang Zhaodi and the others will definitely break the lock right away."
Ji Huaizhi just smiled and didn't say anything. Recently, Huang Zhaodi had been acting timidly, as if she was afraid that others wouldn't know that she had bad intentions.
He'd been waiting for her to make a move.
Huang Zhaodi waited for her opportunity. Every day, she would bring back some straw from outside and place it behind Ji Huaizhi's house.
She brought some back every day because she couldn't bear to see Ji Huaizhi and his family of three living so well.
She hated the three of them so much. Why did they get to live so well?
Making money? Getting a salary? Is this a money-losing proposition for someone going to school?
It's laughable to say this out loud; someone like Ji Huaizhi should always be kneeling.
Let them show off all they want.
Huang Zhaodi put down the straw and returned with her eyes full of malice.
During dinner, Ji Shichui asked in confusion, "What have you been doing all day? Isn't the straw you brought back meant for the animals to sleep on?"
"What's it to you?" Huang Zhaodi glared at him with disgust.
"You eat and drink at home, and now you don't do any work. Can't I even say a few words to you?"
"Look at yourself, who else in the village is like you?"
Huang Zhaodi snorted coldly. Now that she doesn't do any work, there are plenty of people in the village who envy her.
Ji Shichui didn't want to argue with him, but when he heard his son's voice outside, he swallowed his anger.
However, Ji Jianguo and Ji Jianshe were clearly in a bad mood. As soon as they came in, they said, "Mom and Dad, the neighbors have moved away."
"When did this happen?" Huang Zhaodi reacted strongly: "Are you sure you moved?"
Ji Jianshe gritted his teeth: "They moved to the city, that woman got a house, and Ji Huaizhi rented all the land to the Chen family next door. If it weren't for my brother seeing Chen Honghua working on Ji Huaizhi's land..."
"We have no idea!"
"What?" Huang Zhaodi's voice was shrill: "They've been allocated housing?"
This is worse than killing her.
Ji Shichui was also surprised: "When did this happen?"
"How would we know?" Ji Jianguo said coldly, "You really kept it a secret. No wonder we haven't seen him in the fields these past few days."
"I guess he's been going to the city every day just for moving."
Huang Zhaodi: "How can they be eligible? I need to ask her supervisor, how can people like them be allocated housing?"
"I'm so angry! I'm so angry!"
The two daughters-in-law exchanged a glance and went to the kitchen to talk to each other.
Ji Jianhua fanned the flames inside the house: "They're afraid we'll cling to them, and the neighbors will treat us like poor relatives."
Ji Shichui's face was grim, and he was clearly furious: "Such a big thing, and the boss and the others kept it a secret so well."
Did he ever truly consider me his father?
Enraged, he slammed his hand on the table, causing the newly made table to collapse.
Huang Zhaodi and Ji Shichui then launched into a tirade of abuse.
During this time, he also criticized Ji Huaizhi and his family.
"Stop arguing, it's so annoying!" Ji Jianguo frowned. "What's the point?"
He really couldn't stand his mother's loud voice anymore.
"The person is gone, but what I hate most is that he actually rented the land that was taken from our family to the Chen family!"
This is what he can't stop thinking about.
"If he's not planting anymore, doesn't he know to lend it to us?" Ji Jianguo was furious at the thought. "Has he forgotten that we're brothers?"
"This land was originally allocated to our family!"
Ji Jianshe nodded: "Yes, that's really too much. I've never seen anyone like that before."
Upon hearing that it was next door, Huang Zhaodi immediately refused, saying, "I have to come back tomorrow!"
"What reason is there for the Chen family to cultivate our Ji family's land?"
Turning to Ji Shichui, he shouted, "They've left, and we're going to take back the house next door. Are we just going to leave it empty like this?"
Ji Jianshe: "We took it back, and my wife and I moved in. My older brother is living in the newly built house, so we moved in next door."
This is what her daughter-in-law said. They can live their own lives next door, and they have indeed renovated their house quite well, so it's like they've separated their households.
"We'll talk about this later," Ji Jianguo said, frowning.
Huang Zhaodi suddenly erupted in anger, yelling at the kitchen: "Why isn't the food ready yet? We're starving!"
The two women inside looked grim: "Why isn't that old hag dead yet?"
"She does nothing, doesn't even know how to cook, and now she's nagging us, you old hag!"
Jianguo's wife called out that it would be a while, and told her to keep her voice down.
At night, Huang Zhaodi stared intently at the locked door of Ji Huaizhi and his group, holding a machete.
"I originally planned to burn this house down, and if you were unlucky, we'd all be burned to death together. I didn't expect you to actually move away!"
She hasn't even had a chance to get revenge yet.
Huang Zhaodi raised her machete and slashed at the lock, but to her surprise, she couldn't cut it at all. She kicked the door hard, but it remained tightly shut and didn't budge.
"What kind of lock is this? Is it for preventing thieves?"
Enraged, she lost her temper and went straight to the kitchen to get matches before heading to the back of the house.
"If you don't let me live here, I'll burn this house down and burn you all to death!"
The match struck the friction strip, and the lit match was blown out by the wind before it even touched the straw.
Huang Zhaodi frowned and took out another stick. She rubbed it and it reignited. The smell of gunpowder spread to her nose. She brought it close to the straw and it was blown out.
She persisted, unwilling to give up.
I only realized it was empty when the matchbox was gone.
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