Wang Guihua is unaware that Song Shiting has been transferred to another position. She only thinks that dog poop can only be covered up, not exposed, otherwise it will not only smell bad, but also look bad.
Ruan Qingling looked like she wanted to find someone to judge the matter, so she didn't dare to cause any more trouble.
Song Shiting said, "I've already given you the money. What you want to eat is up to you."
Wang Guihua's face darkened, but she couldn't completely cut off this source of income, so she could only say, "Your sister is in the hospital, aren't you going to go see her?"
Song Shiting: "I don't have time right now."
Wang Guihua: "Are you even human? You don't care whether she lives or dies, and now you're telling me you don't have time? You won't even send her a little something to comfort her?"
In the end, they still wanted what he had.
Ruan Qingling snorted: "If you've forgotten the family division agreement, I can read it to you again in front of everyone."
Wang Guihua's face darkened further: "I don't need your rambling."
Ruan Qingling glanced at her with a smile, but her eyes were full of warning: "I advise you to quit while you're ahead. Those few thousand yuan make my heart ache and keep me up at night. I just want to get that money back. If you keep pushing me, I can't guarantee I won't do something crazy. Want to give it a try?"
That last sentence was too dangerous!
Wang Guihua was genuinely afraid that Ruan Qingling would cause trouble and reveal her daughter's affairs, so she could only snort.
Song Meiling looked at Song Shiting and said, "Third Brother, I just want to eat a bowl of noodle soup, I don't want anything else."
Ruan Qingling: "Four thousand yuan for noodle soup would kill you. You still want a penny from me? Dream on."
She glared angrily at Song Meiling.
Song Meiling shrank back in fright.
Wang Guihua said, "We won't eat it."
Song Meiling: "I just want to eat it."
The taste of the noodle soup had already reached her stomach; she wanted to eat it, she really wanted to eat it.
"Third brother, you're the older brother, and I'm the younger sister. What's wrong with you buying me a bowl of noodles? Or are you saying you don't even want your own sister anymore?"
Song Shiting: "What you were supposed to get, you've already got. Now, figure it out yourselves."
Song Meiling didn't care and shamelessly ordered a bowl of noodle soup.
Song Shiting ignored her.
Ruan Qingling fed Ya Ya noodle soup.
Song Shiting ate very quickly, finishing a bowl of noodles in an instant.
He took Xiao Wan from her, reached out and hugged his daughter, and said to Ruan Qingling, "You eat."
Ruan Qingling nodded.
This husband is really great!
Ruan Qingling felt that with such a lovely daughter and a caring husband, she could definitely survive in this era.
Thinking about this made me feel inexplicably better.
Although Song Meiling was eating noodle soup, she was in a very bad mood.
Seeing how good her third brother was to Ruan Qingling, yet neglecting his younger sister, made her heart ache again.
Wang Guihua ordered a bowl of noodle soup for herself and squeezed to the side with Song Meiling.
The noodle soup smells so good.
They could have gone back, but what happened with Song Meili was too embarrassing.
So they chose to stay in town for a couple more days as an escape.
But staying for two more days will cost money.
Moreover, they cannot go back to the village to earn work points.
Life becomes very difficult.
They were determined to squeeze money out of Song Shiting by serving him this bowl of noodles.
Wang Guihua suddenly started eating her noodles very quickly.
Knowing she would leave after eating, Song Shiting felt bad about not paying.
However, after finishing her bowl, Song Meiling wanted another one, so she asked the owner, "Boss, give me another bowl."
Ruan Qingling had finished her noodle soup and said to Song Shiting, "I'll feed Yaya, you go buy something first."
This means that Song Shiting should go to the supply and marketing cooperative and wait for them.
Song Shiting understood what she meant.
Although he had planned to pay for the two bowls of noodle soup if Song Meiling refused, Ruan Qingling gave him a way out, so he walked away.
Song Shiting got up and went outside.
Song Meiling immediately asked, "Third Brother, where are you going?"
Song Shiting had already strode outside without replying to Song Meiling.
Song Meiling pouted and looked at Ruan Qingling.
Ruan Qingling slowly took a tissue to wipe Ya Ya's mouth before calling out to the boss, "Boss, check please."
The shop owner came over happily, and just as he was about to speak, Ruan Qingling asked, "How much did my husband and I pay for the two bowls of noodle soup we just ordered?"
The shopkeeper was a little surprised, then looked at Wang Guihua. It turned out they might be sharing a table. He said, "Two bowls of noodle soup cost one yuan, plus two liang of tickets."
Ruan Qingling started reaching into her pocket.
Song Meiling immediately said, "Third Sister-in-law, pay for our bowls too."
Ruan Qingling asked with a surprised look, "We've already separated our households. My husband has given you over four thousand yuan. You still want another bowl of noodle soup from me? I'm so poor that I'm already doing well enough to give you the money for two bowls of noodles. What are you thinking?"
The boss, who was listening nearby, gasped in shock.
More than four thousand yuan!
A thousand yuan is already a considerable sum for them now, let alone so much money.
Wang Guihua: "You are truly unfilial."
Ruan Qingling looked at her and said, "Mother-in-law, do you want me to call everyone over to judge this for us? You forced my husband to work himself to the bone, forced him to sell his blood for more than four thousand yuan, and you even called us unfilial. Do you want to kill us and drink our blood?"
The thought of Song Shiting's shoulder injury now fills her with a burning hatred.
Everyone else was astonished.
Forcing her son to sell his blood? What kind of mother is this?
Under everyone's strange gazes, Ruan Qingling had already turned and walked outside, while Wang Guihua's face turned sour from the stares of the others.
Song Meiling was very angry and pouted, saying, "Mom, what do we do now?"
What else can we do now that things are like this?
I have no choice but to pay!
...
Ruan Qingling carried Ya Ya to the corner, where she saw Song Shiting waiting for them.
Ya Ya gets excited as soon as she sees her father.
He was dancing with joy, looking extremely happy!
Song Shiting said, "Let's go inside and take a look first. After that, we can go and buy whatever we need."
Ruan Qingling nodded.
Song Shiting found a house with a yard.
It looks quite spacious, with one room inside and a courtyard outside. There's a small partitioned area outside the courtyard that can be used for cooking.
The main advantage is that the public restroom is right next door, just around the corner.
There's also a row of bamboo barriers blocking the view, so the environment seems acceptable.
Ruan Qingling looked around and said, "It's nice, but is it expensive?"
Song Shiting: "Eight yuan a month."
Ruan Qingling asked again, "How much do you earn a month now?"
Song Shiting: "Eighty-five."
His salary is only 85, and if he only had that salary, he would live a very frugal life.
Before Ruan Qingling could speak, Song Shiting said, "You don't need to worry about making a living."
He was a little worried that Ruan Qingling would find him too poor.
Ruan Qingling accepted it readily. She herself hadn't earned a single penny yet, so she said, "Let's leave it at that for now. You earn a little, and I'll find a way to earn some more money. That way, we can make a living."
The things she says lately have become increasingly pleasant to hear.
Especially when I heard her say, "Our little life."
Song Shiting felt a sense of relief for no apparent reason.
He was just worried and hesitant, but unexpectedly, Ruan Qingling calmed down.
Ruan Qingling asked, "Are you going to work today?"
Song Shiting nodded: "Okay, I need to go over first. See if there's anything you're missing, and remember it. We'll go to the supply and marketing cooperative together at noon to buy it. I'll come back for lunch."
Ruan Qingling nodded.
The place, which cost eight yuan to rent, looked fairly clean.
It's much better than the dilapidated old place in Songjia'ao.
After Song Shiting left, Ruan Qingling pushed open the inner door and glanced into the room.
I just discovered there was a bed in the room...
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