"So my mother was beaten for nothing?" The third son couldn't swallow his anger.
"If our family doesn't help our eldest sister, how can the Song family have a good life? Do we have to give them two punches right away to be considered revenge?" Su Mo said irritably.
The third brother had a sudden thought and felt that Su Mo was right. In a civilized society, fighting and killing were not in line with his status. "How lucky I am to have married such a good wife. She is intelligent, emotionally intelligent, has a broad vision, and a generous heart... Wife, your good qualities outlive me."
"Shut up, shut up! I'm hanging up if there's nothing else!" Su Mo said with a smirk.
"Hey honey, Zhao Xiaochuan's wife is pregnant, over three months along. She called me this morning bragging about it. Do you think he's as amazing as me? Can he even manage three babies? And he's bragging about it to me..."
The phone went dead with a dial tone. Su Mo didn't want to listen to his nonsense, so she hung up.
The third son's wife is good in every way, except she has a terrible temper.
The third brother made two more phone calls, then closed his eyes to rest.
Three days later, Song Shiyu lost a large sum of money, his eldest son was detained for seven days, and his youngest son was released.
As for his sister-in-law, he didn't care. He was out of money and couldn't take care of her. At worst, he could stay in jail for a while, but he wouldn't be able to earn that much money after he got out.
Grandma Song was also taken home from the hospital because her family had no money and could not afford her hospital expenses.
Old Mrs. Song cursed Fenglan incoherently, while Fenglan served the old lady without daring to retaliate.
"Dad, the shop is gone, what are we going to do?" Song Shiyu's youngest son asked.
"No, let's go out and find some work to do first, and we'll talk about it when we have a chance," Song Shiyu said helplessly.
"Dad, why don't you open another shop? Working for someone else is nothing compared to being your own boss."
“You need money to open a shop, right? We’ve already lost all our money, where are we going to get any more?” Song Shiyu said irritably.
The youngest son glanced at Fenglan and said, "Isn't your stepmother's family rich? Why don't you go and borrow some money?"
"Go home and borrow it," Old Mrs. Song said bluntly, pointing at Fenglan.
Fenglan lowered her head and remained silent.
"Fenglan, is it okay?" Song Shiyu asked tentatively. At his age, where could he find work? He couldn't do manual labor, and he didn't have any other skills.
Fenglan shook her head. "My family won't help us. We'll have to figure it out ourselves."
"Then stepmother, you shouldn't just stay at home doing nothing. Go out and find a job tomorrow. As a local, you'll find it easier to find work than us outsiders," the youngest son ordered rudely. He didn't want to find hard work, and his father certainly couldn't do it either, so someone had to support the family.
Fenglan nodded. "Okay."
"Thank you for your hard work, wife. We'll find jobs as soon as possible to help you out." This family can't do without Fenglan now; she has to do all the laundry and cooking for my mother.
Fenglan: "Yes, if we work together, things will definitely get better and better."
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