Tang Jianjun was a little confused. So, this meant severing the mother-son relationship?
“Master, I observed carefully today, and Duoduo definitely won’t recognize this mother. It seems unlikely that Wu Jin will be born. Let’s take their retirement money in advance and give it to Tang Xiaoling to avoid trouble later.”
Tang Jianjun sighed and agreed. Southwest was right; it was better to settle things now than to cause trouble in the future.
When Tang Xiaoling learned that the four thousand yuan was her two sons' early retirement money, she didn't know whether to be happy or sad. In her dream, both of her sons abandoned her.
The two thousand yuan from Southwest China arrived quickly. On the same day he received the money, Tang Jianjun bought the storefront of the furniture factory. The property card and land deed clearly stated Tang Xiaoling's name.
Holding her room key and land deed, Tang Xiaoling squatted on the ground and burst into tears. She had been so scared lately that she was afraid to close her eyes at night.
Now I finally have my own house, a house that costs 10,000 yuan. Even if I don't do business, I can still make a lot of money by lending it out.
I will never be homeless or destitute again. I am grateful to the Southwest, but sadly, I have lost it.
Thinking of her elder brother and sister-in-law's faces in her dream, Tang Xiaoling started to think and began to probe her mother's thoughts.
"Mother, will there be a place for me to live after this old house is rebuilt?"
Tang's mother rolled her eyes at her. The question was obvious; how could there not be a place for her daughter to stay?
"Mother, what if my eldest brother comes back with his wife and children? Will he still be able to accept me? After all, I'm a divorced daughter," Tang Xiaoling continued to probe.
Tang's mother knew exactly what her daughter was up to, and said angrily, "You still owe your father a thousand yuan for the house in town. Pay that money first."
Tang Xiaoling was stunned. This money was owed; wasn't it given to her by her father?
Seeing Tang Xiaoling's appearance, Tang's mother felt even sadder. Cuihua was right; she needed to prepare more money for herself.
When Lao Tang goes back to work at the factory, I need to save all my money; I can't rely on either my daughter or son.
Tang Xiaoling made a decision instantly: she would live in her old house and contract two or three acres of land so that she wouldn't have to worry about food and water.
As for the money, just lend out the house in town, and take it back when you've saved enough money.
Tang Jianjun knew that Tang Xiaoling couldn't run a business on her own, so he asked his old partner to help him lend out the house.
The house is so big that it has been rented to many tenants, and Tang Xiaoling earns sixty or seventy yuan a month.
Tang Jianjun learned his lesson from Yan Xiaonan and decided to lease the houses on a one-year contract. If the rent increases next year, he won't be polite either, especially for the storefront.
A month later, Tang Jianjun took his mother back to Beijing, leaving the old house in the care of Tang Xiaoling.
Tang Xiaoling looked at the newly built house and slept directly next to the main room. She couldn't sleep in the main room; that was her parents' room.
Village Chief Ma sighed as he looked at Tang Xiaoling, who was asking him for land. He had never seen such a fool. Others were hoping to escape, but this woman wanted to come back.
"When it's time for spring planting, I'll allocate three mu of my contracted land to you. What do you think?"
Tang Xiaoling nodded repeatedly. She could manage three mu of land by herself, but she probably couldn't manage any more.
From then on, Tang Xiaoling honestly farmed in Mushroom Village, and during the off-season, she would pick wild fruits and fungus at the foot of the mountain to sell in town.
They also raise chickens and pigs and grow vegetables in their own backyard, so they can not only eat vegetables and eggs every day, but also save some meat at the end of the year to supplement their diet.
Tang Xiaoling felt very at ease knowing that she could receive rent on time for her house in town, earning tens of yuan every month.
As for the thousand yuan she owed her father, Tang Xiaoling chose to forget it. A thousand yuan? What a joke!
By the way, Tang Xiaoling has also started to study on her own. She asks others for help with any words she doesn't recognize or any questions she doesn't understand.
I even went to town to buy pens and notebooks, forcing myself to learn ten characters every day and write them well.
Not only must you be able to write, but you also need to be able to do arithmetic. If your older brother comes back and kicks you out, then you should go back to town to do business.
How can someone who is illiterate do business? How can someone who doesn't know arithmetic calculate money? So, I must hurry up and learn now.
The villagers didn't understand Tang Xiaoling's change; they wondered if it was too late for her to start learning to write now.
Village Chief Ma agreed with Tang Xiaoling's approach: it's never too late to learn.
Tang Xiaojun, far away on the frontier, was also seething with anger. He thought, "I'm too busy with work to write letters. Can you blame me?"
And then, after finally establishing himself and getting promoted, he wanted to get married. He needed to save some money, so how could he blame himself for not giving his family any financial support?
After getting a promotion, he finally found a wife, but his family didn't give him a single penny of dowry, and he still had the nerve to call himself an ingrate.
Tang Xiaojun tore the letters in his hand to shreds. If they weren't going to keep in touch, they weren't going to keep in touch. Who would want to keep in touch anyway?
If my wife weren't pregnant and I didn't want you to come and help with the baby, I wouldn't have had so much time to write to you.
Tang Jianjun was also reading the letter on the train. The letter clearly stated that his daughter-in-law was pregnant and his allowance was low, so he hoped that his father could provide some financial assistance.
And after the baby is born, I hope my mother can come to my place and help take care of the baby and raise the child.
Tang Jianjun had taken out this letter to read for the eleventh time. Each time he read it, he reminded himself that his son and daughter were no good.
Now that my daughter's situation is basically resolved, I'm willing to spend a thousand yuan of my own money to avoid her becoming a clingy pest in the future.
Now it's time to deal with my son's situation. After thinking for a moment, I picked up my pen and wrote a very short letter:
"While I'm alive, you are you, and I am me. We don't interact with each other. When I die, everything in the house belongs to your mother. When your mother dies, the house in our hometown is yours."
After finishing the letter, Tang Jianjun felt much better. He folded the letter and decided to find a post office at the train station to send it out.
Exactly! What does your having a baby have to do with me? You expect your mother to travel thousands of miles to help you raise the baby and support the family? You're so cunning, with so many holes in your heart.
Leaning back in his chair, he let out a sigh of relief. The issue of elder care had arisen. Someone had to take care of him and his wife until the end. So, he decided to choose between Duoduo and Wujinban.
"Wife, we need to be very careful with money this time when we go back. We don't have any savings left. Also, what do you think of Duoduo? Can we get closer?"
Having been with Tang Jianjun for so many years, Tang's mother was already like a worm in his stomach; she could tell what her husband was planning as soon as she heard it.
There's something mysterious in this world called fate. If you're not destined to be with your son and daughter, then try to see if you're destined to be with your grandson.
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