Su Xueli was also extremely happy; this was much better than the New Year's films of later generations.
Du Mei's father-in-law came running out excitedly, carrying fresh white cotton and new fabric, and called out to Du Mei, "Eldest daughter-in-law, I've brought the new cotton and new fabric. Hurry up and make it for your daughter."
Du Mei sneered, "Take me to my room."
The old man happily took her to his daughter-in-law's room.
Du Mei didn't let the man with the knife go. She then gave orders to the three men: "I've been married into your beastly den for six years. All year round, I've served you like a donkey, inside and out. You all make the three of us eat leftovers, wear rags, and don't treat us like human beings."
"You haven't let me see a single penny all these years, you've never let me visit my parents' home once, and my two daughters haven't received a single New Year's gift from you. Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?"
Upon hearing this, the readers joined in cursing the leopard family, saying that even the donkeys from the production team, who were pulling such heavy loads, should be given some good food to nourish them. How could this family of scoundrels treat a daughter who had married far away like this?
Du Mei's father-in-law, feeling extremely ashamed, ran back into the house. A moment later, he came up to Du Mei with a wad of money and said, "Eldest daughter-in-law, this is all the money we have. You know, after a year of eating and drinking, we don't have much money left."
Du Mei snatched it away and glared at her father-in-law, saying, "You're smart to know what's good for you."
"Pfft!" Su Xueli burst out laughing.
Du Mei put down the knife. Leopard, having escaped death, immediately yelled at his younger brother, "Go tell your wife to make bread and dumplings! From now on, you're not allowed to ask your sister-in-law to do any chores. If anyone dares to order her around again, I'll beat them up!"
Haha, this art style is interesting.
Du Mei handed the kitchen knife to her sister-in-law and asked her to go to the kitchen to help her with the work. She then walked through the crowd to Su Xueli to thank her for helping to look after the children.
It turns out that Du Mei had attacked her husband and mother-in-law that day. They were quiet for two days after being discharged from the hospital, but this morning the leopard reverted to its true colors and ordered Du Mei to make dumplings.
You know, her whole family eats like pigs. Every year on New Year's Eve, she makes all the dumplings herself. She gets up before dawn and keeps making them until noon.
But will she still do it this year? Of course not.
When she retorted, her father-in-law objected, her brother-in-law objected, and her sister-in-law also put on a stern face. Well, Du Mei was forced to pick up the kitchen knife again.
It seems that there's no such thing as a cleaver without repeated use... it can be addictive.
Su Xueli praised her: "Sister-in-law, you look so charming holding a kitchen knife. You are a hero mother to your two daughters."
Du Mei, looking like a victor, wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and said, "Sister-in-law, I have nothing more to say. I can't thank you enough. You are my second parents."
Su Xueli shook her head, "Stop talking, sister-in-law. You can take the child back to your maternal grandparents' house this year."
Du Mei's eyes immediately reddened, and she nodded heavily.
Su Xueli went to visit her second aunt and found her still wearing old clothes and reading around the stove. She half-coaxed and half-forced her to put on new clothes, took off her scarf, and dragged her to her own house to play.
The street was packed with people, just like a market. When they saw their aunt, dressed in her finest clothes, they all stared in disbelief. It wasn't until she was out of sight that they stopped whispering amongst themselves in small groups.
Then, the whole village of Wangxiangzhai had something to talk about during the Spring Festival: it was what Second Aunt brought up.
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