Chapter 243 Zheng Xiulan is disgusted to death
She frowned and scolded him, "What nonsense are you thinking? You were doing a good job, how could you lose it? If you lost it, just find another one. You have a degree, you can work in other places."
"Jobs are so hard to find these days. Tractor factories are starting to restructure, and those who are stuck in the middle are the first to be laid off..."
Zheng Xiulan exclaimed, her brows furrowed tightly as she glared at Zhang Haijun. "That won't do," she said. "You have to perform well and not lose your job. Our family can't afford to support an idle person. The second son's wife is determined to divorce him, and the third son hasn't even found a girlfriend yet. You still have to save up your little bit of money to help them get married..."
Zheng Xiulan was full of scheming, but she didn't consider or plan for him at all. Zhang Haijun suddenly believed Su Hongying's words.
His mother has three sons, so she may not necessarily rely on him.
But Hongying had a falling out with her family. Although her family paid for the rescue this time, she was still a married woman with many brothers and sisters. Her mother couldn't possibly support her anymore. Otherwise, there wouldn't have been that incident where her mother went to her mother's workplace to ask for money and a bicycle.
She couldn't rely on her own family, and her husband's family... Hongying couldn't rely on them either. Her mother's heart and soul were only focused on her two eldest sons. In her mother's eyes, he, the eldest son, was just a tool to make money. Hongying was even less of a concern.
She and her child can only rely on him; they will only be okay if he gets better.
Thinking of this, he also recalled a shocking truth.
The reason his mother dared to be so harsh on Su Hongying wasn't simply because she couldn't take advantage of the Su family anymore, but rather... because she didn't love her son much and naturally looked down on Su Hongying even more.
Otherwise, even if we disregard the monk's feelings, we should at least consider the Buddha's feelings. His mother would never have made Su Hongying, who was eight months pregnant, pick up vegetables from the ground to eat, knowing full well the consequences of pushing her, and still doing so.
Zhang Haijun looked at Zheng Xiulan, who was still rambling on about scheming for his two sons, and suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. The cold air crept up his spine inch by inch, catching him off guard and causing him to shiver.
On his way home, Zhang Haijun hesitated for a long time but couldn't bring himself to ask the question.
He knew his mother's temper all too well, and he knew that once certain things were said, the relationship between mother and son might change, and it would be difficult to go back to the way it was before.
However, he should not be treated as a tool for making money, spending his whole life working for the benefit of others.
Why should I?
He may be the eldest son, but his parents are still alive. Raising children should be the parents' responsibility, not his.
Why should his two younger brothers cling to him and suck his blood?
He won't accept it, he won't do it!
Once the seed of doubt is planted, it will sprout and grow rapidly like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, no matter what happens.
Zhang Haijun felt increasingly awkward in this family.
He didn't want to hear Zheng Xiulan constantly talking about saving money to get married to her two younger brothers, nor did he want to see his second son and his wife arguing fiercely about divorce, saying all sorts of hurtful things to each other.
I don't want to see my second son's wife turn the family upside down over some trivial matter.
Why can't Fan Liangyu learn from Su Hongying?
Su Hongying almost lost her life along with her unborn child, but she never considered divorcing him. She was still thinking of him and wanted him to achieve greater success. Fan Liangyu, on the other hand, complains about divorce at the slightest grievance. Who spoiled her like that?!
His mother was still standing there speaking up for the second son, saying that it was Su Hongying's fault for courting death, and that they didn't care that Fan Liangyu had encouraged them to take Su Hongying to the hospital, or that Fan Liangyu had called the police. She told Fan Liangyu not to hold this matter against her either.
They even said that when a family lives together, everyone has their own issues and needs to be considerate of each other.
Because they needed to be considerate of each other, the only one who sacrificed herself from beginning to end was his wife.
That was his wife who sacrificed herself; that was him.
Even if he's stupid, he knows one thing: husband and wife are one. If he looks down on Su Hongying, it means he has no weight with his parents.
Then there's the third son's job. He's too picky about jobs, he doesn't like this one and he thinks that one is too tiring. He finally found one he liked, but the person asked for 5,000 yuan for his work. His mother took out the money without saying a word.
They even held a meeting to display the money and show it off to him!
When Zhang Haijun saw the stacks of money, his face immediately changed. He remembered that Su Hongying had made him use her life-saving surgery fee as an excuse in order to help him regain control of his own money, and he became furious and lost his temper on the spot.
"Mom, didn't you say we had no money? You didn't even have money to pay for my wife's life-saving treatment, so where did you get so much money to buy a job for our third son?"
Zheng Xiulan frowned and looked at her eldest son with a puzzled expression.
He said, "Are you stupid? Do you think Su Hongying is the same as your brother? She's an outsider. She's surnamed Su. Why should I pay money to save her life?"
Looking at his mother's self-righteous demeanor, Zhang Haijun felt his chest bulge with anger, as if it were about to explode.
"Yes, her surname is Su, but she's the wife I married into the family, the mother of my children! Mom, do you really look down on her that much?"
Zheng Xiulan frowned even more. "Can't I look down on her? She doesn't even have a job and we support her. I haven't asked you to divorce her only because she gave birth to a grandson for our Zhang family."
Zheng Xiulan had said the same thing before, and Zhang Haijun hadn't thought anything of it.
But things are different now.
He felt that his mother didn't look down on Su Hongying, but rather on him.
Zhang Haijun jumped up and raised his voice, saying, "Mom, I earn a little over a hundred a month. I can support my wife and kids. If you think we're dependent on you, then you can let us separate from the family. We can move out and earn our own money to support ourselves. Don't always think that we, the eldest son's family, are taking advantage of you!"
After saying that, he glanced at the five thousand dollars that Zheng Xiulan had placed on the coffee table, his face cold, and he gritted his teeth, "Over the years, I've been sending home about this much money..."
Before Zheng Xiulan could figure out what he was up to, Zhang Haijun grabbed the money and turned to go back into the house.
He slammed the door shut and shouted, "I'm taking this money. I'll go look at houses later. Once my wife is out of confinement, the three of us will move out so we won't be an eyesore in this house!"
Zheng Xiulan was dumbfounded.
He turned to Old Man Zhang and asked, "What's he doing?"
"You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?"
Old Zhang's face also looked rather grim. He glanced at the door his son had slammed shut, then looked at Zheng Xiulan and asked, "Could it be that he's jealous because he saw you give so much money to the third son but not to his wife, and he's... resentful?"
"What kind of talk is that? How can Su Hongying, that troublemaker, be compared to the third brother? One is an outsider, the other is his own brother. Is there any need to compare them? What is he dissatisfied with, what is he jealous of?"
Zheng Xiulan frowned, glanced at Zhang Haijun's door, and muttered, "He's just looking for trouble. His wife is like that, and he's like that too. Can't he just let me have some peace and quiet?"
"Alright, go and try to persuade him. Why is he arguing with his son over an outsider?" Old Zhang said.
Zheng Xiulan glanced at him, "Who's arguing with him? He gave me the cold shoulder because of an outsider, and I had to rush to coax him. It's really terrible. As the eldest brother, he's like a father, and as the eldest sister-in-law, he doesn't even offer to help us share the burden, but he acts like a child and makes this scene..."
Zheng Xiulan was disgusted to death.
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