Zhu Dahong looked anxious. He subconsciously wiped the sweat from his head and wiped his wet palms on his clothes before picking up the microphone.

Then, without asking any questions, she skillfully dialed Su Wanping's home phone number.

"Hello! Hello!"

Zhu Dahong shouted anxiously: "Hello?!"

Chen Xiaoying couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so she said, "The call hasn't been connected yet."

Zhu Dahong then realized that there was no sound of the microphone being picked up yet.

"What are you doing? Why aren't you answering the phone at this time?"

She was extremely anxious. The old woman next to her was blackmailing her and she was very worried.

Su Wanping's home.

Ma Hongxiu was still complaining to her and asked her to take out all her dowry jewelry: "Didn't you bring a lot of gold and silver jewelry as a dowry, including jade bracelets? Take them out and show me how much money you can make from them."

Su Wanping felt numb all over, and she stared blankly at Ma Hongxiu, as if she was looking at a monster in human skin.

"Can you hurry up?" Ma Hongxiu said impatiently, "Why are you taking so long?"

Thinking of the jewelry she had seen when she was abroad, she felt very regretful.

At that time, she thought these jewelries were old. The gold and silver ones didn't look shiny and looked very old. The gemstones didn't have much luster and looked worthless, so she didn't want any.

As a result, when she went abroad, she was short of money and occasionally saw old Chinese items in some pawn shops. They were quite valuable. She thought, if she had known how valuable these items were, she should have taken them with her when she went abroad.

If it is valuable, convert it into money.

If it is no longer valuable, there is still time to throw it away.

"Mom, why are you still standing there? Don't you want to give them to me?" Ma Hongxiu felt incredible: "I am your only daughter. If you don't give these things to me, who are you going to give them to?"

"Mom, don't think I'm being harsh. Even if you don't give them to me, I won't put them in your coffin for you to take away."

"The dead are dead, the living are more important, right?"

Su Wanping felt that she did not understand what Ma Hongxiu said at all. Her vision was blurred by tears. She was still alive, so why did she keep talking about these dead things?

"You, you want me to die now, don't you?"

Ma Hongxiu's eyes flashed: "Don't talk nonsense, I never said that."

Su Wanping shook her head, leaned against the wall, and sat down tiredly on a chair against the wall: "You go back first, let me think about it."

Ma Hongxiu frowned. She didn’t want to leave. If she left, her adoptive mother would hide all these things of hers. What should she do then?

"Mom, don't be upset. I'm your only daughter. You can't give those things to others for free. Otherwise, I'll keep them for you first."

When Su Wanping heard the word "safeguard", she suddenly thought of her cousin Chen Xiaoying's eldest daughter Li Hongyan. She was an expert at safekeeping. Whenever her cousin's family got a barrel of rapeseed oil, she would bring it to her home for safekeeping.

What does safekeeping mean? It means treating other people's things as your own, and then when you go to take them back, you have to file an application to explain the reason.

Feeling disheartened, Su Wanping could give all her money and house to Ma Hongxiu, but she was reluctant to part with the dowry boxes and old jewelry that her mother had given her when she got married.

"Those jewelry are not valuable, I will keep them for myself for now." She lowered her head and said this.

My foster mother is really like a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water. Ma Hong gritted her teeth.

Just as I was about to say something else, the phone suddenly rang.

Ma Hongxiu thought it was the real estate agent calling, so she quickly went over to answer the phone: "Hello?"

When Zhu Dahong heard the call was connected, she felt like she had seen a savior and immediately yelled, "Hongxiu, I'm your mother. Something happened here. Please come and help me."

Ma Hongxiu's ears were numb from her mother's loud voice: "Speak softly, what's the matter with you?"

Su Wanping heard it from the side and glanced at Ma Hongxiu silently.

She actually heard a hint of concern in Ma Hongxiu's accent. Zhu Dahong was a vulgar and poor rural woman, and was the person Ma Hongxiu looked down upon the most. However, her subconscious reaction was still to care about her. Was this the magic of blood relationship?

She had never felt even this little bit of care from Ma Hongxiu.

Zhu Dahong stammered and mumbled, "...I just accidentally ate some dried sweet potatoes, and that old woman blackmailed me and asked me to pay her for it. How much could dried sweet potatoes be worth? I said I would pay her two dollars..."

"Two dollars, just give it to her. Why go through so much trouble?" In Ma Hongxiu's eyes, two dollars was not money at all.

"No..." Zhu Dahong's eyes flickered, and she glanced at the people around her. She knew that she couldn't tell the truth to Ma Hongxiu: "Mom is dumb and can't speak. Come and help me."

"Okay, where are you?" Ma Hongxiu thought it would be better to go over there, so as not to let Zhu Dahong start making a fuss, saying that her daughter has become successful, has gone abroad, married a foreigner, and is very rich.

Her biological mother Zhu Dahong promotes her like this every day in the village.

She knows clearly whether she is a rich person or not.

"I'll go out for a while." Ma Hongxiu hung up the phone and asked her adoptive mother Su Wanping, "You go through the formalities first, and find all the jewelry. I'll come and get them later."

"Mom, please pay attention to what I say. Don't pretend you didn't hear it. People who don't know will think you have Alzheimer's disease."

Su Wanping was just about to ask what was going on, thinking that Zhu Dahong must have bad intentions, but Ma Hongxiu ran away without looking back.

Does she have Alzheimer's?

Su Wanping felt that in the past few days, she had cried all the tears she had shed over the past ten years.

When Ma Hongxiu arrived, this group of people were waiting on the roadside.

Ma Hongxiu couldn't help frowning when she saw the group of gray-faced people in front of her looking at her with various expressions.

When she found out that the person who asked for the money was not two yuan but fifty yuan, Ma Hongxiu got angry: "Fifty yuan, why don't you just go and rob it?"

As mentioned before, this old woman is someone that no one in these streets dares to mess with. In her eyes, Ma Hongxiu's arrogance is just like that of a kid who hasn't even grown all his hair yet and dares to yell at her.

"You little bitch, you are so frivolous, wearing such fancy clothes. Are you going to find a strange man? " She glared at Ma Hongxiu and raised her crutch to hit her.

"You dare to scold me? Ouch!" Ma Hongxiu was hit on the head with a stick.

The old lady didn't have much strength left. She was hunched over and looked very old. There was nothing wrong with the tapping, but it was very painful.

"You dare to yell at me, aunt? I'll beat you to death, you wild hen."

As he said this, he hit Ma Hongxiu with one stick after another.

Everyone around burst into laughter. "Wild hen" was an old term used by people in the old society in the county to insult indecent women. Now everyone is civilized and few people insult her anymore.

I didn't expect to hear it again now.