"Hmph!" Wu Jinfeng glanced at Zhao Yunxiang and said, "I've already eaten the egg. You don't need to tell me. An egg is five cents. When will I get it back?"
Wu Jinfeng's earlier fury faded after Zhou Yuanyuan interrupted her. Honestly, if the people of Zhou Village knew about this, they would surely laugh at her lack of control over the Zhou family.
However, Wu Jinfeng is not someone who will suffer a loss. Since the egg has already entered the stomach of that little girl Xiaojiu, she cannot get it back. It is better to let Zhao Yunxiang pay the money.
"Mom, I don't have any money." Zhao Yunxiang thought of her daughter lying in a coma in bed last night, the coldness of the Zhou family, and how she gave every penny of the money Zhou Zhixin sent home to Wu Jinfeng every month, and she felt angry.
"No money? You made a piece of clothing for Qiuju two days ago, but she didn't pay you?" Wu Jinfeng was unhappy.
Zhao Yunxiang has good tailoring skills and the processing fees she charges are a little cheaper than those of the tailors in the town. Many people in Zhoujia Village will ask Zhao Yunxiang to do new clothes when they want to make them.
A few days ago, Aunt Qiuju came to Zhao Yunxiang with a piece of cloth, asking her to help sew a winter coat. The cloth was brought back by Aunt Qiuju's daughter who had married in another county. Aunt Qiuju had no money on hand, so she agreed to give it to Zhao Yunxiang when the production team paid the public income before the New Year.
"Aunt Qiuju is not in a convenient position, so it will take a while before she can give it to you." Zhao Yunxiang replied.
In the Zhou family, Zhao Yunxiang and her mother and son relied on her to sew clothes for others to earn some money. In those days, no one's life was good. It was good enough to have enough food to eat. Where would they get the spare money to make new clothes?
Zhao Yunxiang's business was understandably bleak. She only made a few bucks a year, and with her two children growing up quickly and expenses rising, a dozen bucks seemed like a lot, but in reality, it wasn't enough.
"You are the only one who makes clothes for people and doesn't charge them for it. I don't care about that. You have to pay for today's eggs even if you don't want to!" Wu Jinfeng was angry.
Logically, with the twenty yuan Zhou Zhixin sent back every month, Wu Jinfeng should have no shortage of money. However, even with all the money she had, she couldn't resist the occasional visits of her youngest daughter, Zhou Zhimei, who lived in the county town, and her second son, Zhou Zhiqiang, who would ask for money.
Wu Jinfeng's passion for money was the strongest in the Zhou family. In the Zhou family, only Zhou Zhimei and Zhou Zhiqiang could get money from Wu Jinfeng. No one else, including Zhou Chunping, could get a single penny from her.
"Grandma, the eggs are for me. Mom has no money. I'll pay you back when I grow up." Zhou Yuanyuan, seeing the situation was not good, quickly interrupted. She felt a little regretful that she shouldn't have been so overwhelmed by the joy of rebirth that she forgot how precious an egg was to the Zhou family.
To be honest, this incident never happened in Zhou Yuanyuan's previous life, and it happened so long ago that Zhou Yuanyuan even forgot whether she ate the egg after waking up from falling into the water in her previous life.
"Go away! You're just a little girl, and you don't know if you'll grow up. You said you'd pay me back later, you're kidding me." Wu Jinfeng waved her hand and pushed Zhou Yuanyuan aside as if to shoo away a fly.
Wu Jinfeng was furious and attacked without restraint. The skinny little Zhou Yuanyuan had no strength to resist Wu Jinfeng's bony palm. A single swipe from Wu Jinfeng sent her stumbling and nearly falling.
"That's right, a short-lived ghost." Zhou Miaomiao gloated at the side. Somehow, whenever she saw Zhou Yuanyuan in trouble, she felt an indescribable pleasure in her heart.
After pushing Zhou Yuanyuan into the water yesterday, Zhou Miaomiao was a little scared and ran back to the Zhou family with her second sister Zhou Meimei from the eldest wife's house.
Seeing Zhou Miaomiao and Zhou Meimei looking anxious, Wu Jinfeng asked a question.
Zhou Meimei told the whole story, and Zhou Miaomiao huddled aside trembling with fear, thinking that she was going to be beaten today.
Unexpectedly, Wu Jinfeng curled her lips, cursed "short-lived ghost" and walked away.
Zhou Miaomiao had been hiding in her room all night, and Wu Jinfeng's words "short-lived ghost" had been lingering in her mind for a long time. At this moment, she blurted out what Wu Jinfeng had said.
"Mom! Miaomiao!" Zhao Yunxiang supported Zhou Yuanyuan's little body, shocked and angry.
Miaomiao is only eight years old. If no adults had whispered in front of her, how could she have said such ugly words as "short-lived ghost"?
Look at the ferocity of Wu Jinfeng's attack and the words she used to scold Yuanyuan. Does she look like a grandmother? Zhou Miaomiao was still young and didn't understand what she was saying. But Wu Jinfeng was the child's grandmother, and she didn't understand at her age? Zhao Yunxiang's tears flowed down her face.
In Yuyuan County, saying that a child will not grow up means cursing the child to die early.
Seeing Zhao Yunxiang's unhappy face, Zhou Miaomiao hurried back to her room. Zhou Yuanyuan felt a little happy to see her mother angry.
Her mother, Zhao Yunxiang, was simply too kind and never argued with the Zhou family, which made them think she was easy to bully. Dad was away from home all year round, and if Mom wasn't a bit more assertive, she would have suffered more.
With this in mind, Zhou Yuanyuan didn't try to stop Zhao Yunxiang from getting angry.
"Mom, Yuanyuan is your granddaughter! How can you say that to her?" Zhao Yunxiang's face was filled with grief and indignation. The anger she had accumulated from last night suddenly burst out. "Yuanyuan was pushed into the water by my second brother's daughter Miaomiao yesterday, and Mom and Dad didn't say a word. Today, I brought Yuanyuan an egg to nourish her, and you just wouldn't give in. Is there any grandmother like you?"
"Oh my! I won't live anymore!" Wu Jinfeng slumped to the ground, wailing uncontrollably. "I'm already this old, and yet my daughter-in-law still points fingers at me and scolds me! Just let me die!"
It’s amazing that Wu Jinfeng is so old, but her voice is still so bright, and she cries very skillfully, and the part where she stretches out her voice sounds like singing.
A flicker of disgust crossed Zhou Yuanyuan's face. She'd been used to it since she was little. Whenever Wu Jinfeng felt unhappy, she'd burst into tears. Her words were always the same, the same old refrains about being bullied or wanting to die. She'd heard them so much she'd become calloused.
"Mom, I didn't. Please get up." Zhao Yunxiang hurriedly let go of her daughter and went to help Wu Jinfeng, who was sitting on the ground crying. She didn't mean to scold her mother-in-law, she just told her a few truths. Why is her mother-in-law making a fuss again? This... this... this early in the morning, making so much noise that no one in the whole house can sleep. Doesn't her mother-in-law feel embarrassed?
"I don't want to live anymore!" Wu Jinfeng twisted her body and dodged Zhao Yunxiang's hand, her voice getting louder.
"Cough, cough, cough, cough... Third wife, why don't you hurry up and stay with mom?" Zhou Chunping walked out of the room, his face as dark as if water could drip out. At dawn, he finally stopped coughing and fell asleep. He didn't even know when the old woman got up. Just when he was dozing for a while, the woman at home started making trouble?
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