"It's the same porridge again! Your mouth will become tasteless if you eat this stuff every day!" Old Mrs. Hu put the bowl down and looked at Yang Aizheng with dissatisfaction.

"Smell it! Stand in the yard and smell it! Whose house doesn't have the delicious smell of cooking?! Why do we only eat cornmeal porridge and steamed bread?!"

Yang Aizhen lowered her head and whispered, "If we don't buy more coarse grains, we won't have enough to eat..."

The food supply for urban residents is generally in a ratio of 7:3 between fine grains and coarse grains.

But Hu Bingbing has no job and no household registration now, and Mrs. Hu also has a rural household registration, so they have to support four people with the food rations of Hu Dayong and Yang Aizheng.

Hu Dayong and Hu Bingbing eat a lot, so how can they get enough to eat?

Old Mrs. Hu said angrily, "You mean you blame me? You blame me, an old woman, for holding you back?!"

As she spoke, Mrs. Hu's expression changed rapidly again, and she cried out in tears:

"Then I'll just leave. I'll go back to the countryside and not be a nuisance to you in the city..."

"At first Dayong said he wanted to take me to the city to enjoy a good life, but I didn't want to come! My son is a good person, but who knows if my daughter-in-law will tolerate me?"

"Now it seems that my worries are justified. My daughter-in-law is beginning to dislike an old woman like me. Woo woo woo woo woo..."

Yang Aizhen was so scared that she stood up quickly, "Mom, I didn't..."

When Hu Bingbing saw his beloved grandmother crying because of being bullied by his stepmother, he rolled up his sleeves and slapped Yang Aizheng in the face without saying a word.

Yelling, "Who the hell are you? How dare you bully my grandma!"

Yang Aizheng was slapped so hard that she staggered and fell onto the table, her face instantly becoming swollen.

She looked at Hu Bingbing in extreme shock, and even temporarily forgot the pain.

Hu Bingbing is a fool with a bad temper. He will fight with others if they disagree with him. Most people have to avoid him when they see him.

However, Hu Bingbing has always been obedient to her stepmother. With Hu Bingbing standing beside her, she feels she can stand up straighter and doesn't have to be so cautious, fearing that she might offend others over a disagreement and then have trouble with others.

Yang Aizheng once felt that although Hu Bingbing had some mental problems, he was a son with all his limbs intact, who could set up his own household and was much better than Qin Hanshu.

But why would Hu Bingbing hit her?

"Bingbing, I'm your mother, how dare you hit me?" Yang Aizheng covered her face in disbelief.

"I don't care who you are!" Hu Bingbing pointed at Yang Aizheng and shouted, "If you dare to bully my grandma, I will beat you up!"

Although Hu Bingbing is stupid, he can clearly distinguish between close and distant relatives in his heart.

Grandma is the best to him, so he must be the best to her too!

Next are my father and sister.

As for the stepmother? She was a good person when she gave him benefits, but how long has it been since she bought him delicious food? In his eyes, the stepmother had long been a vicious stepmother.

Yang Aizheng was frightened by Hu Bingbing's words. She dared not say a word. She just touched her swollen cheek with grievance and looked at Hu Dayong.

Hu Dayong then spoke up and scolded Hu Bingbing, "Who taught you to hit your elders? She's your mother! She serves you food and drink every day. Has your conscience been eaten by a dog?!"

Hu Bingbing stiffened his neck and said, "She bullied my grandma, so she deserves to be beaten!"

Mrs. Hu touched her grandson's head lovingly and said to Hu Dayong in dissatisfaction: "My grandson knows how to protect me. This is called filial piety! Unlike you, who forgot your mother after getting married."

Hu Dayong said awkwardly, "Mom, Aizhen doesn't mean to dislike you."

Seeing that her son was still speaking for Yang Aizheng, Mrs. Hu rolled her eyes fiercely, but did not bother him anymore.

Hu Dayong helped Yang Aizhen up and took her into the house, comforting her: "Bingbing's brain is not very good, don't bother with him."

The grievance in Yang Aizheng's heart had long since disappeared with Hu Dayong's protection.

In a family, it is better for a man to stand by her than anything else.

"It's okay. In my heart, he is just a child."

"You've been wronged..." Hu Dayong showed gratitude, "Ever since our family was robbed, life has been getting worse day by day. Mom is hurting you because she's upset. Please be considerate of her."

Yang Aizhen nodded continuously, "I know."

Hu Dayong glanced at Yang Aizheng's expression and sighed, "It's my fault that I was too impatient at the beginning. I moved Bingbing's household registration back to the meat processing factory early. He lost his job at the meat processing factory and became an illegal resident. Otherwise, life at home wouldn't be like this now."

As early as when he just planned to target Qin Hanshu, he hurriedly arranged Hu Bingbing's household registration.

Come to think of it, I do regret it.

Who could have thought that Hu Bingbing could be fired? I had never heard of anyone being fired from a state-owned factory.

When Hu Bingbing's hooliganism was exposed, he deliberately exaggerated Hu Bingbing's stupidity in order to reduce his guilt.

As a result, Hu Bingbing did not go to jail for hooliganism, but the factory used this as an excuse to expel him from the meat processing plant.

Yang Aizhen also sighed, "Yes, life is getting harder and harder every day."

Hu Dayong said, "Director Ma from the neighborhood committee, oh, the one who registered our household registration earlier. I want to find him again and get Bingbing's household registration back."

Yang Aizhen frowned and said, "Is it possible? Bingbing is an illegal resident now."

My previous household registration was also transferred from the meat processing factory, from city to city.

There is a huge difference between moving to a new city as an illegal resident.

"Let's try it first, what else can we do?" Hu Dayong glanced at Yang Aizhen, "At worst, I can give you some more benefits."

Yang Aizhen: "Give more? How much?"

Hu Dayong raised three fingers and said, "I plan to give you 300 first, and if it doesn't work, I'll have to increase it."

Yang Aizhen asked: "Old lady, can you spare three hundred?"

Hu Dayong had paid a lot of money before, but he had spent at least three or four hundred yuan to equip the house these days. How much money would he have left?

Hu Dayong's eyes suddenly became sharp, "Can't you help Bingbing pay for this? You are his mother after all, how can you be reluctant to even spend this little money?"

Yang Aizhen was stunned for a moment, "Didn't I tell you a long time ago that I have no money anymore?"

Hu Dayong has always suspected that Yang Aizheng still has some private money, and Yang Aizheng has also stated countless times that she is really penniless.

It turns out that Hu Dayong still doesn't believe it?

Yang Aizhen was a little anxious. "If I had money, why would I go to dig manure every day?"

This makes sense. Hu Dayong knows how much Yang Aizheng loves cleanliness.

only......

Hu Dayong simply made it clear.

"I've inquired about it. There used to be a policy called 'four horses share the spoils'. The one in front of you handed over such a large textile factory, but he didn't get any dividends?"

Yang Aizhen choked, hesitated for a while and told the truth, "Yes, I did, but I was robbed last time and my passbook was lost."

Hu Dayong's eyes lit up.

"You can get a new passbook if you lose it! The passbook has a password, so even if it's stolen, he can't withdraw the money! The money is still there!"

Hu Dayong immediately urged Yang Aizheng to go to the bank.

"You should go now, before you have any more trouble!"

Yang Aizhen did not move, and stammered, "The passbook...is not in my name."

"Then under whose name is it?" Hu Dayong just finished asking and then realized, "Under Han Shu's name?"

Yang Aizhen nodded, "She doesn't even know about this."

Hu Dayong began to think about it.

The factory gave Qin Hanshu's father a pension of 3,000 yuan, and the dividends will definitely be more.

Maybe five thousand, or even more!

Hu Dayong's eyes turned red when he thought of so much money.

"Hurry up and write a letter to Han Shu, asking her to come back!" Hu Dayong thought for a moment, then changed his words: "No, just send a telegram and tell her that you are sick and ask her to come back to see you!"

Yang Aizheng wrote to Qin Hanshu twice, but never received a reply. Instead, the old child bride next door often wrote to Qin Hanshu.

Yang Aizheng stopped writing letters, and she was secretly thinking that she would never care how Qin Hanshu lived in the countryside, she would just pretend that she had never given birth to this daughter!

When it came to the passbook, Yang Aizheng couldn't help but temporarily put aside her unhappiness and decided to listen to Hu Dayong.

She knew exactly how much money was in the passbook.

With the money, she won’t have to sweep the toilet anymore and can live her previous life back!