Su Xiulan carefully put away the receipt, took her mother's hand, and said, "Mother, don't worry about the grain. I'll go door to door collecting grain tomorrow morning. I don't believe I won't be able to collect a single grain. If I don't manage to collect any, I'll just quit."
Meng Shuyun held her hand and said, "I know some people who run a trucking fleet. Don't worry, even though Zhang Youwang has agreed on a price, without a truck, he can't haul away a single grain of grain."
"Mother, you know the train driver!" The two sisters looked at Meng Shuyun in shock and exclaimed in unison.
Meng Shuyun smiled. "Yes, I know you. Your mother agreed to write a document for you without your consent. I apologize to you. Xiulan's mother won't let you lose."
Upon hearing these words, Su Xiulan's eyes welled up with tears, and she let out a soft "Hello."
"Mom, how could I blame you? I have other jobs even if I lose my job certificate. It's good that I can take care of the baby during this time without delaying anything." She touched her high, bulging belly and smiled sincerely.
Su Xiuju linked arms with Su Xiulan, her eyes full of encouragement: "Second sister, don't worry about me. I'll help you collect the grain with my donkey cart first thing tomorrow morning. They'll regret it then."
The mother and her two daughters laughed together. As dusk fell, Ye Jianguo parked his car on the side of the road and waved to Su Xiulan.
Meng Shuyun didn't give Ye Jianguo a friendly look. This scumbag was putting on quite a show.
"Mother, it's getting late, I'll head back now. We'll collect as much as we can tomorrow, but your health is the most important thing."
Meng Shuyun nodded, watched Su Xiulan get into Ye Jianguo's car, and waved goodbye.
Su Xiuju took Meng Shuyun's arm and comforted her, "Mother, don't worry, I will help Second Sister harvest the grain. Five thousand catties is not much, we can harvest it in no time."
"Yes, don't worry, the grain won't run away."
After returning home, the mother and daughter tidied up briefly and then began to work together to sew masks.
I made eight yuan from selling face masks today, and I used it all to buy eight feet of fine cotton cloth. It took me almost an hour just to cut the cloth.
There was no clock at home. Meng Shuyun rubbed her dry eyes, glanced at the sky outside, and estimated that it must be past ten o'clock at night.
She put down her needlework and poured Su Xiuju a glass of warm milk.
"Xiuju, it's getting late. We can finish the rest tomorrow. Drink your milk and go to sleep."
Su Xiuju focused intently on threading the needle, shaking her head without looking up: "Mom, I'm not sleepy yet. I'll drink the milk later. I want to sew a little more tonight."
The dim light of the kerosene lamp cast a soft glow upon the mother and daughter, casting long shadows behind them.
Meng Shuyun gently took the needle and thread from Su Xiuju's hand and said with heartache, "You can't ruin your eyes by staying up too long. I'll ask Dashun to help me get a sewing machine another day. You can use it then, so it won't make a difference if you stay up for a day or two."
Su Xiuju was sipping her milk when she heard that she wanted to buy a sewing machine. Her eyes lit up instantly, and she followed Meng Shuyun's figure closely.
"Really! We're going to buy a sewing machine! Is it true?"
Meng Shuyun neatly arranged the masks one by one, wrapped them in clean cotton cloth, and put them into a cloth bag.
"Of course, hand sewing is too inefficient. With a sewing machine, it's no problem to make two hundred masks a day."
"Of course, I'll buy it and make you a new outfit."
The kerosene lamp was turned off, and the room was plunged into darkness instantly.
In contrast to the peaceful and tranquil life of the Meng family, the Ye family, far away in the county town, was constantly turbulent.
The Ye family is a high-income family. They own a beautiful three-story house in the county town, can afford to drive a car, and can eat two dishes and a soup at every meal.
Ye Jianguo's mother, Zhao Weihong, pulled her son, who had just returned home, her brows furrowed and her face full of displeasure, and asked, "How is my dear grandson? Is he alright?"
Ye Jianguo glanced at the living room out of the corner of his eye, and seeing that no one was around, he lowered his voice and said, "I'm fine. I just got back from there. My aunt has made all the arrangements at the hospital. I just need to go there for the surgery when my period comes."
Upon hearing this good news, Old Lady Zhao clasped her hands together, bowed in the four directions of east, west, south, and north, and kept chanting Amitabha Buddha.
"That's good, that's good."
Look at the kind of woman you married! She's been married for so many years and only just got pregnant. We don't even know if the twins are boys or not. And she always makes excuses when asked to do chores.
She was hospitalized after just a light touch, making a huge fuss. She doesn't act like a country person at all; she's more like a spoiled brat.
You come home so late, and she doesn't even bother to come downstairs to offer you water or help you with your clothes. She has no consideration for you at all; she really thinks she's some kind of rich lady.
When the topic of hospitalization came up, Ye Jianguo suddenly remembered that Zhang Youjin had given him 800 yuan as compensation that day.
"Mom, did Xiulan give you the eight hundred yuan to keep safe? Give me half of the money, and I'll use it to nourish your grandson and make sure he grows up healthy and chubby."
At the mention of money, Old Mrs. Zhao instantly perked up, her eyes widening as she put her hands on her hips and retorted, "What eight hundred yuan? No way! Su Xiulan actually hid eight hundred yuan!"
Ye Jianguo's expression froze. In the past, Su Xiulan would have given any money to her mother and son immediately. Could it be that her mother-in-law had taken the eight hundred yuan?
Grandma Zhao stormed off to the bathroom. No matter where the money came from, she was furious that someone dared to hoard it. She had to teach that person a lesson.
Before she even arrived, her voice came from the bathroom: "Su Xiulan, where did you put the eight hundred yuan? Why didn't you give it to me? Did you secretly hide it?"
Su Xiulan, who was washing clothes in the bathroom, stopped what she was doing when she heard her mother-in-law's angry roar. She slowly stood up, leaning against the wall, and was startled.
How did my mother-in-law know I had 800 yuan on me?
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