That night, Zhao Qinglan went out to get up in the middle of the night. The living room was quiet and empty. She took a chamber pot and went back to her bedroom.
She and her daughter, Xiaoduo, are currently sleeping in the same room as Wang Dazhi. Wang Dazhi doesn't know which room he's sleeping in.
She was in the hospital as soon as she woke up, and she had been to the hospital several times during the day, so she was very tired.
But she remained mentally alert, and before the official divorce, she really didn't dare to relax at all.
Perhaps because she went to bed early, Zhao Qinglan woke up around four o'clock, and it was still quiet outside.
She said she didn't want anything as long as she could get a divorce, but was Zhao Qinglan really willing to do that?
Seeing that her daughter was still asleep, Zhao Qinglan started rummaging through the closet.
She had always known where Wang Dazhi secretly hid his money, since she was the one who kept the house in order.
She lifted the panel at the bottom of the wardrobe and took out an iron box. When she opened it, it was full of money and various tickets and certificates.
There was about seven or eight hundred yuan in money, and dozens of tickets, including grain coupons, cloth coupons, sugar coupons, and so on. The most valuable item was a sewing machine ticket.
Seeing that sewing ticket and recalling what Wang Dazhi had said at the hospital, Zhao Qinglan felt a deep sense of irony.
It was only 1976, and the average worker's salary was only twenty or thirty yuan. Even though Wang Dazhi was a workshop director, his monthly income and subsidies totaled only fifty or sixty yuan.
With so many people in the family, all of them rely on Wang Dazhi's salary for expenses, so this seven or eight hundred yuan is something Wang Dazhi has managed to save up with great difficulty.
Zhao Qinglan didn't take it all; she left behind a few dozen yuan.
Anyway, Wang Dazhi has a monthly salary, so the Wang family will never go hungry. But she and her daughter are truly helpless after leaving the Wang family.
These coins and banknotes were the source of confidence for the mother and daughter to make a living.
Zhao Qinglan didn't think she was heartless at all, regardless of the thirty years of hard work she had endured in her previous life.
Whether it was the five years she spent in the Wang family in this life, she felt that it was not excessive for her to accept these money notes as compensation.
Originally, she and Wang Dazhi were going to get a significant share of their marital property after their divorce.
This is a truth she gradually came to understand after being kicked out of the Wang family in her previous life.
Zhao Qinglan wrapped the money and tickets in a clean handkerchief, stuffed it into her clothes, and put the wardrobe back to its original state.
After thinking for a moment, she found another bag and took out some of her clothes.
She only installed the newer ones with fewer patches, and threw the old ones into the closet.
After tidying up, Zhao Qinglan looked at her sleeping daughter, went out into the kitchen, and made breakfast for herself and her daughter.
The Wang family didn't sleep well that night. They vaguely heard noises outside, and the light sleeper, Old Mrs. Wang, put on her clothes and went out first.
Seeing Zhao Qinglan busy in the kitchen, she thought Zhao Qinglan regretted cooking for the whole family and snorted coldly.
"Don't think you can get us to forgive you by giving us a little favor. Whether we get divorced or not is not up to you now."
Zhao Qinglan glanced back at her self-righteous mother-in-law, wiped her hands, and straightened up.
"You're overthinking it. This is breakfast for me and Xiaoduo. You can take care of your own meals."
"What!" Old Mrs. Wang's eyes widened. "You really aren't going to live with me?"
Ignoring her mother-in-law, who was nearly driven to death by anger, Zhao Qinglan took breakfast outside and then went back into the bedroom to wake her daughter.
When Wang Dazhi and the others heard the noise outside and came out one after another, they saw Zhao Qinglan and her son having breakfast.
When Wang Xiaofei and Wang Xiaoyan came home from school yesterday afternoon, the house was in such a mess. They still had to eat biscuits to fill their stomachs. Now, when they smell the aroma of food, they can't help but swallow their saliva.
Not to mention them, Wang Dazhi and his father were also hungry after smelling the aroma of the food.
Actually, Zhao Qinglan didn't do much. She just boiled a few eggs that she and her son usually couldn't bear to eat, made noodle soup, and heated up some cornbread.
Wang Xiaofei walked up to Xiaoduo and reached out to snatch the egg from her bowl.
He used to take things from Xiaoduo, and now he acts like it's perfectly normal for him to do it.
However, just as his hand reached into Xiao Duo's bowl, he was struck hard by Zhao Qinglan's chopsticks, causing him to pull back in pain.
Unexpectedly, he was beaten by his timid stepmother. Wang Xiaofei was both hungry and aggrieved, and his eyes immediately turned red.
Grandma Wang rushed over with a howl, "You dare hit my precious grandson, you bastard!"
Zhao Qinglan smashed the chopsticks directly into Old Lady Wang's face, then stood up with a frosty expression.
"Are you trying to make me use a kitchen knife again?"
Old Mrs. Wang covered her face and glared at her angrily.
Wang Dazhi was about to rush up to help his mother deal with Zhao Qinglan, but upon hearing this, he pulled his foot back.
How could they forget that this woman has gone mad?
Not daring to provoke Zhao Qinglan, they could only go into the kitchen themselves to prepare the food.
They were in the same house, yet they became two distinct sides.
After her daughter finished eating, Zhao Qinglan didn't clean up. Instead, she took her daughter to her room to tidy up her clothes.
Besides the living room and kitchen, the Wang family has a total of three bedrooms.
Zhao Qinglan and Wang Dazhi shared one room, Old Lady Wang and her husband with their eldest grandson shared another, and Xiao Duo and Wang Xiaoyan shared a third.
Actually, Wang Xiaofei used to live in the same room as Xiaoduo and her family, but later Wang Dazhi felt that his son was too old to share a room with his sister, so he moved to Grandma Wang's place.
As Zhao Qinglan packed her things, Old Lady Wang started gossiping outside again, making a fuss over nothing.
Zhao Qinglan ignored them, packed her things, picked up her bag, and led her daughter out.
"Wang Dazhi, bring your documents, let's go complete the formalities."
Although Zhao Qinglan had told him about the divorce several times, Wang Dazhi hesitated again when it came to actually getting to this point.
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