"Dad, I don't want it." Li Hongyan declined.

She couldn't help comparing in her mind. Her mother Chen Xiaoying just threw away three hundred dollars and it went down the drain. She and her father calculated a lot, but didn't take the house into account, and they only had two hundred dollars for this month.

It’s too little. She’s short of money in so many ways right now.

"Why not? I'll give you some money while I can still move. When I'm old and can't move, I won't be able to get some money to support you." Li Pingwang said, "You have a lot of burdens. The eldest child has to get married, and the second and third children have to go to school. They have to ask you for living expenses every month."

"You are a farmer, not an office worker in the city. Others can get a monthly salary from working, but farmers like you can only sell some crops in the fall to earn money. If I don't help you, who will?"

"Take it."

Li Pingwang is really good to his eldest daughter Li Hongyan.

He put himself in her shoes and took all of her children into consideration. He gave all the 200 yuan monthly pension to his eldest daughter without leaving a single cent.

Li Hongyan thought about it and decided that she would have to give her sons living expenses in a few days.

She said, "Okay, Dad, I'll lend you this money. When Pengbo and his friends graduate from college and find jobs, I'll let them take good care of you."

Li Pingwang loved to hear this and laughed happily.

After paying the money, Li Pingwang felt uncomfortable sitting in his son-in-law's house: "Then you guys get busy, I'm leaving."

"Dad, please sit here for a while." Li Hongyan said politely.

Li Pingwang is old and can't help much. She has to distract herself to greet him while sitting at home.

Li Hongyan's attempt to retain him didn't sound sincere.

"No, no, the show hasn't ended yet. I'll go to the stage and listen more," said Li Pingwang.

Li Hongyan said skillfully, "There's a play tonight. They say the one at 8pm is the best. After you finish listening to it, if it's inconvenient for you to go back home, you can sleep here. The elders are not at home, so you can sleep in their room."

The eldest brother, Zhao Pengfei, said that he was working in the county town and found a job in a car repair shop. I don’t know if he learned anything.

The second oldest, Zhao Pengbo and Zhao Pengle, are in college.

The sons' room was empty.

But when Li Pingwang arrived at his son-in-law Zhao Faliang's home, he felt uncomfortable all over. Even though he had supported this family all his life, he still habitually looked at his son-in-law's willingness and happiness before eating or talking.

No matter how good this place is, he just wants to go back to his home.

Your own home is where you can be the master.

"No, no, I'll take someone else's tricycle back." Li Pingwang said, and walked out of the yard.

Zhao Faliang also followed for a few steps, and Li Pingwang quickly told him to stop.

Zhao Faliang went back.

Li Hongyan walked her father for a distance and suddenly remembered, who is that woman named Xiuqing?

She asked her second son, Zhao Pengbo, to go to that address to look for the person when he had time.

However, because the address was very old, the old residential building was rented by many migrant workers, and the surrounding streets were moved during renovations in recent years. He could not find the address, but only knew the approximate range.

This is the approximate range. The residential buildings have been built so high, and the urban villages are well connected. Most landlords have moved to the newly built buildings outside. It's such a dirty and messy place. People don't come here except to collect rent.

When Li Hongyan heard this, she suddenly thought, could this woman named Xiuqing be a landlord?

She owns a building in the urban village.

She was very thoughtful. She asked about the specific situation of rent collection in a building in the urban village. She was surprised to find that it was a collective building with two households on each floor. This kind of building in the urban village was like a student dormitory. There were more than 20 rooms on one floor, and generally the floors would be expanded to the seventh floor.

If you calculate it this way, my God, this woman named Xiuqing collects 10,000 or 20,000 yuan in rent a month. She is so rich.

But the son couldn't find this person.

Li Hongyan suddenly took a few quick steps and caught up with her father Li Pingwang: "Dad, who is Xiuqing?"

Xiuqing?

Li Pingwang's heart skipped a beat and his whole body tensed up, but he quickly reacted.

Apart from people of his generation, no one knew Xiuqing anymore, and Hongyan had never known this person before. She might have been asking about something else.

"Xiuqing? Or Xiuqin, Xiuxia?" Li Pingwang said, "The wife of Li Laosi in the village is called Xiuqin. You have seen her. Have you forgotten?"

Li Hongyan became confused when she saw that her father didn't react.

So who is this Xiuqing?

If she hadn't picked up the note from the leg of the chair her father was sitting on, she would never have thought that this person had any connection with her family.

"It's okay, it's okay, I just asked casually."

She is very cunning, and if her father doesn't know, it's no use asking. Now she has asked, and her father knows but won't say anything, which proves that he doesn't want to say it and wants to hide it from this person.

It’s better to ask someone else instead.

Li Pingwang went to the market to watch a play. Xiuqing was a person who had been buried in his memory for nearly forty years. He took a small stool and looked under the stage, watching the opera being performed on it, staring blankly, his mind having already flown to the past.

As Li Hongxia walked back, she thought, who should she ask?

Ask the older generation in the village. In case Xiuqing has some unspeakable relationship with her family, asking will only bring trouble.

Then who should we look for?

Li Hongyan widened her eyes and decided to go find her mother.

The Zhaojia Village temple fair was lively and lasted for three days before it came to an end.

Li Hongyan had almost finished the important work in the fields, and let Zhao Faliang do the rest, while she went to find her mother Chen Xiaoying.

Chen Xiaoying doesn't have to worry about everything now. She uses her free time to look after her grandchildren's studies.

Her eldest granddaughter, Li Yutong, is in college, so she doesn't have to worry about her. Her second granddaughter, Li Yuhan, lives on campus in her first year of high school, so she can only ask about her studies during holidays.

The third granddaughter is Li Yujie, the only grandson is Li Chaochao, and the youngest granddaughter is Li Yumeng.

These are the people she wants to keep an eye on.

When Li Hongyan came, she found out that her mother had bought another house after not seeing her for a few days.

She found the address and knocked on the door.

It was her third granddaughter Li Yujie who opened the door for her.

"Aunt." From childhood to adulthood, Li Hongyan, as the eldest aunt, had always followed the customs when it came to Li Yujie's nieces and nephews. When it came time for an aunt to give them cotton-padded clothes, she would not give them any excuses and would win over her younger brothers before buying them some things. The rest of the time, she would not let them see a penny.

Li Yujie was also talked about by Li Hongyan.

She said this to her father Li Hongqiang:

"Jiejie is too introverted and doesn't like to talk. Is there anyone who wants to play with her at school?"

"Little girl, don't be too rigid. Be more sensible and learn to be sweet-talking. Only then will people like you."

Once, her mother asked her father Li Hongqiang for tuition for the next semester, and her eldest aunt happened to come to her father to borrow money.

She still remembers what he said.