Wu Jinfeng was filled with rage. Usually, Zhao Yunxiang would have brought delicious food and drinks to them without her asking. But today, the third room had so many fish, and she had openly asked for them, but Zhao Yunxiang didn't even say a word. It seemed that Zhao Yunxiang felt that she had become powerful because she had her father and brother backing her up?
Zhao Yunxiang ignored Wu Jinfeng and went back to work with Aunt Qiuju. Remembering how she'd earned dozens of yuan yesterday, Zhao Yunxiang felt energized. Yuanyuan was right; a woman couldn't rely solely on her husband for support. Earning her own money was more important than anything else.
As for whether her mother-in-law likes her or not, Zhao Yunxiang no longer cares that much. Yuanyuan once said that if someone doesn't like you, no matter how well you do, they still don't like you. From the time she got married until now, her mother-in-law has clearly been trying to control her. People are all made of flesh and blood, so how can she not feel pain? For so many years, Zhao Yunxiang has been working like a slave in the Zhou family, but she hasn't even received a single "good word" from her mother-in-law. So why bother forcing herself to please her?
When she made more money, she'd take Yuanyuan and Jiasheng to Zhixin. Even if they couldn't join the army, the three of them could rent a house in a city near the troops. She had hands and feet, so why worry about not being able to support herself and her two children? As for Zhou Zhixin, if he wanted to send money to his mother, he could do so. If he wanted to give money to the three of them, she would be willing to spend it.
If the mother-in-law needs someone to take care of her, then Zhao Yunxiang has been taking care of her for eight years. At the very least, it’s time for the two sisters-in-law to take over, right?
Zhao Yunxiang was planning secretly.
Aunt Qiuju was also full of energy. Zhao Yunxiang was a kind person, and for the salary she paid her, Aunt Qiuju felt she had to work hard to do her duty. Wu Jinfeng was embarrassed about what happened after Aunt Qiuju left yesterday, so she didn't tell anyone. Aunt Qiuju still didn't know that after she left, Zhou Jiaqin was not only injured but also frightened. He didn't even eat dinner and lay in bed listlessly.
Aunt Qiuju reminded Wu Jinfeng that she had forgotten about her grandson, Zhou Jiaqin. Wu Jinfeng was upset by Qianqian's mother yesterday and was so angry that she didn't even invite Zhou Jiaqin to dinner. She just finished her work and went back to her room.
Li Chunjiao had been busy these past few days, seemingly nowhere to be seen. Zhou Meimei, too, followed Li Chunjiao everywhere, rarely seen at home. And then there was her eldest son, Zhou Zhigang, who was also incredibly busy. Oh, and that brat, Zhou Jiaxing. She'd bumped into him at the market yesterday, and he'd been saying he'd be home that afternoon, but what happened? He hadn't been seen since.
How could they not be so worrying about these two people? Thinking of her eldest son's family, Wu Jinfeng felt a sharp pain in her forehead.
Filled with anger, Wu Jinfeng rushed back to the east wing, only to find that the east wing was particularly quiet today.
At this time, the first rays of morning sunlight had just shone down from the hilltops. Standing at the doorway to the kitchen in what used to be the east wing, one could hear the intermittent snoring of Zhou Chunping, his father, and his two sons. Sometimes, the sound of their children grinding their teeth would also be heard.
There was still snoring today, but it was particularly quiet. Wu Jinfeng listened and felt like one of them was missing. Was it Dabao or Erbao who had gotten up, or was one of them not at home?
There were no hotels in the countryside, so the men liked to go out for a stroll during their slack season. As long as nothing happened, they would return home no matter how late it was. The same was true for the men in the Zhou family. Since moving to Zhoujia Village and Zhoujiadu, they had never been out all night.
Wu Jinfeng didn't bother to make breakfast and went to push the door of Zhou Zhigang's house, the eldest brother who lived closest to her. The door was ajar, and Wu Jinfeng pushed it open.
After Wu Jinfeng walked in, she felt the room was cold and quiet. She looked around, but not only were Zhou Zhigang and his wife gone, even Zhou Jiaqin, who had been sleeping in the bed yesterday afternoon, was nowhere to be seen.
Where did the whole family go so early in the morning without sleeping? Wu Jinfeng was stunned.
In the Zhou family, even if a daughter-in-law wanted to go back to her parents' home, she would have to report it to Wu Jinfeng, not to mention something as serious as not coming home overnight. Last night, Wu Jinfeng heard the clear voices of her son Zhou Zhigang and his wife Li Chunjiao before going to bed. That's right!
"Oh my God! What should I do?" When Wu Jinfeng was wondering, Li Chunjiao's voice came from outside the yard.
Wu Jinfeng stepped out of the room and saw Zhou Zhigang coming in with a child on his back. Behind him was a sobbing Li Chunjiao and a shivering figure. Who else could it be but Zhou Meimei?
"Dabao! What's going on?" Wu Jinfeng stepped forward and saw beads of sweat on Zhou Zhigang's forehead. Zhou Jiaqin on his back had his eyes closed tightly, and she didn't know whether he was unconscious or sleeping.
"Jiaqin had a fever last night." Zhou Zhigang answered and carried Zhou Jiaqin on his back to his room.
"Mom! I don't know who was so ungrateful that smeared soot all over Jiaqin's face. The doctor said that half of the child's face will be disfigured. The child will become an ugly monster. What will I do if he can't find a wife when he grows up?" Li Chunjiao saw Wu Jinfeng and immediately grabbed her hand to complain.
Pot ash? Disfigurement? Wu Jinfeng's eyes widened.
"My son! Who is this heartless person who has harmed you? What should I do?" Li Chunjiao was already at a loss, and kept repeating the same few words.
"Okay, stop crying! Hurry up and make something to eat." Zhou Zhigang came out of the room and glared at Li Chunjiao with disgust. This old woman, when something happened, she just cried all the time. Didn't you see that he was busy all night, and now he is starving?
"Eh? Burp~Eh!" Li Chunjiao's breath got stuck in her throat after Zhou Zhigang yelled at her, and she started to burp.
"Hurry up?" Zhou Zhigang glared at Li Chunjiao again. If he hadn't just been out with Liu Moli the night before, Zhou Zhigang would have felt guilty and would have beaten Li Chunjiao up because of Zhou Jiaqin's matter.
Thinking of the two big slaps he had given Li Chunjiao on the face a few days ago, Zhou Zhigang's hands were itching to move again. He had disliked this old woman for a long time.
Seeing Zhou Zhigang's anger, Li Chunjiao didn't dare to talk to Wu Jinfeng anymore and went to the kitchen in a bad mood. Zhou Meimei saw that Zhou Zhigang looked unhappy and followed him into the kitchen to help Li Chunjiao.
Wu Jinfeng, who had stayed where she was, asked cautiously, "Dabao! Is Jiaqin really disfigured? What did the doctor say?"
"The doctor said Jiaqin had a fever because he was a little frightened. He got an injection, so the fever is not a big deal. It's just that the wound on his face is a bit troublesome. It wasn't cleaned properly and was covered with soot, which may disfigure him in the future." Zhou Zhigang patiently explained to his mother.
Zhou Zhigang hadn't lost his suspicion that the pot ash on Zhou Jiaqin's face was Wu Jinfeng's fault. After all, a child falling down and breaking their head wasn't a big deal. As for Wu Jinfeng, she was known for being stingy and reluctant to take the child to the hospital, so it wasn't impossible that she had gotten some pot ash on her face.
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