"If you don't tell the truth, don't blame me for searching every store and digging deep into the ground to verify the truth!" Song Jiao's eyes were like icy blades, piercing Shao Zhiqiang's heart.
Shao Zhiqiang instantly became furious and shouted in a trembling voice: "Mom, you don't believe me? I'm your son!"
Song Jiao sneered and retorted, "Then why don't you show me something that can convince me! Don't just talk, what about action?"
Shao Xuemei, standing by, also cast a puzzled look, thinking to herself: I only have 25 yuan a month for living expenses, but my brother spends so much. Why? She grumbled dissatisfiedly: "Brother, you spend so much money, it's only right for me to ask."
Shao Zhiqiang's eyes widened with anger, and he glared at Shao Xuemei fiercely: "Shao Xuemei, shut your stinky mouth!"
Shao Xuemei was not intimidated and responded sharply: "Why do you shut up? I saved all my money by living frugally. What about you? You only spent a hundred in half a month. What's your reason?"
The tension between the two grew stronger, and the quarrels continued. Song Jiao sat quietly aside, watching this family farce with a cold eye, sneering in her heart: They are really bullies at home, and none of them are worry-free.
Seeing the two arguing fiercely, Song Jiao finally spoke, her voice as cold as the wind: "Shut up! Shao Zhiqiang, do you want to confess yourself, or do you want me to take you to investigate personally?"
Shao Zhiqiang stiffened his neck and said stubbornly, "If you don't believe me, then don't believe me!"
Song Jiao's eyes flashed with a coldness. She stood up suddenly, the leather strap in her hand gleaming coldly in the sunlight: "Are you going to tell me or not?"
Shao Zhiqiang still said stubbornly: "Even if you beat me to death, I won't tell you!"
Song Jiao sneered, and with a flash of her body, she instantly appeared in front of Shao Zhiqiang. The powerful force made him unable to move, and he could only let out bursts of wailing.
"Hmph, if you have the guts, beat me to death. If you can't kill me, I will break off all ties with you!" Shao Zhiqiang was still trying to struggle, but his voice was trembling.
Song Jiao curled her lips into a cold smile, her tone as cold as ice: "You'd better keep your word and get out of this house now! I won't lose you a son just because I open my mouth!"
After saying that, she pushed hard, and Shao Zhiqiang staggered and almost fell to the ground.
He widened his eyes and looked at Song Jiao in disbelief, as if he was looking at a stranger.
Song Jiao, on the other hand, had an indifferent expression on her face, as if everything that had just happened was just a game of hers.
The whole room fell into deathly silence, with only Shao Xuemei's sobs echoing.
Song Jiao glanced at her coldly, turned and left, leaving behind a cold word: "Get out now!"
Shao Zhiqiang glared at Song Jiao fiercely, then turned around and rushed out of the door with a heart full of anger and unwillingness, disappearing into the dim twilight outside the door.
Shao Xuemei's original desire to get money was extinguished by this sudden change.
The other children also fell silent, not daring to breathe.
Song Jiao glanced coldly at the remaining children, her voice icy and firm: "You all know the current situation of our family. After deducting your brother's tuition and your living expenses, there are only 900 yuan left at home. I'm not working now. You can buy whatever you want! But after that, find a way to eat! Don't expect me to support you anymore!"
She paused, her gaze like a knife sweeping across the faces of each child one by one: "If you want to live a good life, then listen to me! Otherwise, get out! This family does not allow idle people!"
The children looked at each other, their eyes full of fear and anxiety, but no one dared to refute.
Time passed quietly, and as it was getting dark, Song Jiao coldly ordered them to cook.
She doesn't want to do everything herself, and these children must learn to be self-reliant.
After Shao Zhiqiang ran out of the house, he found that he was penniless and had to think twice before even buying a steamed bun.
He wandered the streets of the town with a blank look in his eyes, looking at the notices recruiting laborers. Washing dishes for only 80 cents a day made him feel bitter. But in order to avoid starvation, he still went.
Tuanzi hid in the dark, looking at Shao Zhiqiang's embarrassed figure, and couldn't help but sneered: "Lord God, look at this person, he actually went to wash the dishes! How ridiculous!"
Song Jiao sat on the old bamboo chair in the yard, her expression calm, as if she had seen through everything. "How can this money be so easy to earn? If the original owner's husband hadn't died early and the factory hadn't given her 2,000 yuan, she would have collapsed long ago with six children on her own."
She looked up at the sky, the afterglow of the setting sun shining on her face, adding a bit of vicissitudes to her: "It's National Day right after school starts, there's still a lot of time. Let him taste the bitterness of life."
Shao Zhiqiang washed dishes from dawn to dusk for three days, and was so tired that his back and waist ached. However, he found that not only did his mother not come to see him, there was not even any news about him.
He felt a pang of sadness, remembering that when he ran away in his third year of high school, his mother had searched for him for three days and three nights, but now she was so indifferent.
Afterwards, Shao Zhiqiang clutched the meager wages he had earned after three days of hard work and ran back home, full of anticipation. He stood at the doorway, his eyes sharp, but he just silently watched his brothers and sisters who were still busy doing their homework, his lips tightly pursed, without saying a word.
Song Jiao was knitting a sweater with her head down. When she heard the noise, she simply raised her eyes and glanced at Shao Zhiqiang in front of her. Her voice was as cold as an ice blade in the winter: "Get out! What are you doing back here? You are eighteen years old now, an adult. I no longer have the obligation to support you!"
Shao Zhiqiang clenched his teeth, a hint of unwillingness and stubbornness flashing in his eyes.
He had been to school for a few years, so he naturally knew that his children could inherit the inheritance left by his father.
"I can leave!" His voice was low but firm, "But you have to give me two hundred as compensation from my dad!"
Upon hearing this, Song Jiao suddenly burst into laughter, her laughter filled with sarcasm and disdain: "Two hundred? Are you dreaming? The tuition is one hundred and fifty yuan, and you took one hundred. Your share has already been taken. What else do you want? You are so greedy!"
"There's even more. Why don't you drop out of school and see how much you can get? You've been to school, so you should know how to do math, right? How are seven people supposed to divide two thousand yuan?"
Shao Zhiqiang didn't expect Song Jiao to do this. "Okay, Zhang Cuihua! Don't regret it!"
Song Jiao chuckled. She would not regret it. This house still belonged to the original owner's mother. Everything belonged to the original owner. "Don't regret it! Don't cry and recognize me as your mother in the future!"
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