In her previous life, after Wu Meiyun died.
Liang Xiaohe sold several embroidered handkerchiefs that Wu Meiyun had kept hidden away for tens of thousands of yuan.
Back in the mid-1980s, ten thousand yuan was enough to make someone a well-known "ten-thousand-yuan household." After selling her embroidered handkerchiefs, Liang Xiaohe made quite a splash in Peach Blossom Town.
Zhao Zhenzhu only realized after hearing about this that her mother, Wu Meiyun's, embroidery was actually of master level.
With a box full of precious jewelry and masterful embroidery skills, Zhao Zhenzhu couldn't help but feel that her mother was no ordinary person.
Zhao Zhenzhu's question startled Wu Meiyun.
The movement had just ended, and terms like "wealthy family" were still taboo.
"Pearl, don't think nonsense. Your grandfather is just a small-time peddler," Wu Meiyun warned.
Seeing Zhao Zhenzhu's disbelief, Wu Meiyun sighed and said, "My grandmother did have some background, but that's all in the past. She died not long after liberation."
"Before my grandmother died, she gave me my dowry and told me to keep it myself. She said that women have a much harder life than men, and having a dowry to rely on will give them more confidence."
“Pearl, don’t think that just because I gave you my dowry, you’re taking advantage of your brother. In our Wu family, daughters get a larger dowry when they get married, and men have to rely on themselves to make a living. A capable man can earn whatever he wants. Anyone who relies on his mother’s dowry to live on is a good-for-nothing.”
"Mom, you're so good to me." Zhao Zhenzhu hugged Wu Meiyun's arm, bent down and rubbed her head against Wu Meiyun's shoulder.
Zhao Tianyu also knew about the dowry.
At the time, Zhao Tianyu said the same thing: "Sister, I'm a boy, I can earn whatever I want myself. You're a girl, you have a dowry to rely on, so you have confidence."
Zhao Zhenzhu felt very happy. Her parents and younger brother treated her like a precious jewel.
“You are our own daughter. If we don’t treat you well, who else should we treat well?” Wu Meiyun said irritably. “You only hurt us again and again because your father and I are soft-hearted towards you.”
"Mom, it won't happen again. I'll listen to you." Zhao Zhenzhu pulled on Wu Meiyun's arm and shook it gently.
"You're almost thirty years old, and you're still acting like a child." Wu Meiyun's tone was full of disdain, but she couldn't stop smiling.
"Even if we live to be a hundred, my brother and I will still be our parents' good children, and we'll still act cute when it's time to be," Zhao Zhenzhu said with a smile.
"Oh dear, don't be so shameless! Look at me, I'm getting goosebumps!" Wu Meiyun raised the back of her hand in front of Zhao Zhenzhu and said in an exaggerated tone.
"Hehehe..." Zhao Zhenzhu chuckled foolishly.
Zhao Zhenzhu didn't intend to keep the contents of that box to herself. However, she wouldn't tell Wu Meiyun about it now.
Because Wu Meiyun would not agree.
In Wu Meiyun's mind, work is more "valuable" than a box.
Zhao Zhenzhu planned to give half of the contents of the box to her younger brother once the policy became clear.
The fairest way to divide a mother's dowry is for her children to each receive half.
"By the way, did you bring the box back with you when you went back to your parents' home this time? Did you lock your door?" Wu Meiyun asked.
Wu Meiyun knew that Ding Ermei was someone who never got enough of taking advantage of others.
She was genuinely worried that if Zhao Zhenzhu wasn't home, Ding Ermei would go to Zhao Zhenzhu's room and steal the box.
That box of items was passed down from Wu Meiyun's ancestors. Putting aside their monetary value, their significance as a family heirloom alone makes them indispensable.
"I brought it with me! Don't worry, Mom, I won't give Granny Ding a chance to steal my things. The door is locked too," Zhao Zhenzhu said with a smile.
"You! How can you call me 'Grandma Ding'? If people hear that, they'll think the Zhao family has bad manners." Wu Meiyun said sternly.
“I told my mother that she went too far. She wasn’t satisfied with taking advantage of me, and now she wants to trample me underfoot.” Zhao Zhenzhu pouted. Seeing Wu Meiyun’s displeasure, Zhao Zhenzhu ultimately did not call Ding Ermei “Grandma Ding” again, but instead used the word “she” instead.
In her past life, Ding Ermei was "greatly responsible" for the tragic fate of Zhao Zhenzhu and her two children.
In this lifetime, Zhao Zhenzhu would never call Ding Ermei "Mom" again, no matter what.
"You!" Wu Meiyun poked Zhao Zhenzhu's forehead with her finger, saying with exasperation, "I told you not to marry him, but you insisted. Now you're suffering a great loss. Who can you blame?"
"Mom, I was wrong." Zhao Zhenzhu quickly admitted her mistake.
"Many things cannot be resolved with just one wrong sentence..." Wu Meiyun began a long lecture.
Zhao Zhenzhu listened attentively.
In her past life, Wu Meiyun had said the same thing to Zhao Zhenzhu, and at that time, Zhao Zhenzhu felt very embarrassed.
Throughout her life, Zhao Zhenzhu felt that Wu Meiyun's teachings contained a great deal of wisdom about life.
The same words, when heard by Zhao Zhenzhu in a different state of mind, evoked vastly different feelings.
While Wu Meiyun and Zhao Zhenzhu were talking, Zhou Yunyun was happily playing by herself on the side.
The flowers at my grandma's house are so beautiful! I really want them.
Zhou Yunyun wanted to pick the flowers, but she was afraid of being scolded by Zhao Zhenzhu.
Zhou Yunyun glanced back and saw that Zhao Zhenzhu and Wu Meiyun weren't looking in her direction. In the end, Zhou Yunyun couldn't resist her desire and secretly plucked a small golden chrysanthemum petal, bringing it to her nose to smell it.
Huh? Why don't these pretty flowers smell good?
It also smells a bit bad.
Zhou Yunyun threw the petals on the ground with disgust, and vigorously wiped her fingers, which had been holding the petals, on her clothes.
A group of ants were crawling on the ground. After a chrysanthemum petal fell to the ground, a little ant bravely picked it up and carried it back to its nest.
Zhou Yunyun squatted on the ground watching the ants. As she watched, her short legs followed the ants, inching towards the door step by step.
As soon as she stepped out the door, a pair of feet wearing black leather shoes appeared in front of Zhou Yunyun.
Zhou Yunyun looked up and saw her aunt Liang Xiaohe's face, which revealed neither joy nor anger.
"Hello, Auntie... Auntie!" Zhou Yunyun greeted timidly.
Zhou Yunyun was lawless in front of her uncle, but she dared not be disrespectful in front of her aunt Liang Xiaohe.
Liang Xiaohe has a round face and two small dimples when she smiles, making her look kind and approachable.
But for some reason, Zhou Yunyun was very afraid of her.
"Yunyun's here? Who brought you?" Liang Xiaohe bent down and greeted Zhou Yunyun with a smile.
"My mom brought me here." After saying that, Zhou Yunyun wiggled her little legs and ran into the yard, shouting as she ran, "Mommy, Mommy, Auntie is back."
Liang Xiaohe watched Zhou Yunyun's retreating figure, a strange expression flashing across her face.
"Sister, it's been so long! Tianyu said you weren't coming the day before yesterday, and I was a little sad about that. I'm so glad you finally came today with Yunyun. Otherwise, Mom and Dad would have been so heartbroken!" As soon as she entered the door, Liang Xiaohe launched into a barrage of words at Zhao Zhenzhu.
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