Chapter 8 She is not good at quarreling
"No, thank you, uncle." Su Jiaojiao came to her senses, returned the plastic basin to him, packed up the plastic bucket, and left with her bicycle.
"Wait!" the old man called out to her and, as if by magic, pulled out three plastic basins from his back and showed them to her. "These plastic basins are five yuan for three. They have beautiful colors. You can definitely use them when selling conchs. Do you want some?"
"Uncle, I don't want to buy a plastic basin." Su Jiaojiao was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. Then she thought that she couldn't use someone else's basin for nothing, so she bought a plastic bag worth fifty cents and saved it for her to use later.
She originally planned to go to Hualian Department Store to buy some cloth, but halfway there, she realized that she was going in the wrong direction.
Hualian Shopping Mall is not far from the morning market, just around the corner, but she crossed several roads and was almost at Jiaoxian Station.
Su Jiaojiao, you just happened to meet an old friend from your previous life, why are your emotions so up and down?
The most important thing in your life is to go to high school, get into college, start a business and make money as soon as possible, so that your mother can live a good life.
The rest doesn’t matter, it really doesn’t matter.
In your previous life, Qin Xiuming eventually climbed up the social ladder. Even though he had helped you and given you warmth, he was still just a passer-by in your life, nothing more.
After making fun of herself, she pushed her bicycle back to Hualian Shopping Mall.
The cloth stall at Hualian Department Store was on the third floor, and she was no stranger to it. She carefully selected three pieces of cloth that could be used to make hair flowers and a bundle of rubber bands, spending fifteen yuan on them.
After all the trouble, when we got back to the village, it was already twelve o'clock in the afternoon.
Su Jiaojiao hadn't eaten breakfast, lunch, or slept well at night. The sun was scorching, and she almost fainted. With a heavy head, she delivered her bicycle to Chen Juan's house. Chen Guisheng and Chen Juan hadn't returned from working in the fields yet. Xu Yue'e sat on the doorstep, hugging a pillow, humming a song: "There is only one good mother in the world, and a child with a mother is like a treasure..."
"Aunt, it's too hot outside, let's go back to the house!" Su Jiaojiao parked the bicycle and walked to her. The midday sun was scorching, and Xu Yue'e was sweating profusely. Her sweat shirt was soaked. She was less than forty years old, but she was tortured to the point of being pale, with dull eyes and a head full of white hair. She looked as old as a person in her sixties or seventies. She didn't even look at Su Jiaojiao, still immersed in her own world.
That world has her children and her hope of survival.
Su Jiaojiao stopped bothering her, took out the account book from her trouser pocket and went out. The sun was shining brightly, and there were few people walking on the street. Smoke was rising from the roofs of every house, and everyone was eating lunch at home.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Su Jiaojiao went door to door to settle last night's bills.
After paying the bill, she had only nine dollars left in her pocket.
As soon as I walked in, I heard Xu Yuxiang's scolding: "Who's still not back from the morning market at this time? Have you gone crazy somewhere again?"
"Guilan, our daughter shouldn't go out and do anything shady." Su Xiumei was there too. She sat cross-legged on the kang and looked at Chen Guilan with disdain. "She's like that, and she's still in the seafood business. Don't steal other people's goods without paying. In the end, you'll have to come out and clean up the mess with a generous gift!"
Su Jiaojiao didn't say anything. She went to the well to wash her face and returned to the house.
Her clothes were all wet and there was no place to take a shower at home. She rummaged through the wardrobe and found a dress to change into. This dress was a sample that Su Houli brought back from the garment factory. Perhaps because it had been hanging for too long, the collar and cuffs had faded. The fabric and style were pretty good. It was a little loose on her, but it still fit her well.
A navy blue chiffon dress with a shirt collar, horseshoe cuffs, a fitted waist, and a slightly flared hem.
Also paired with a pair of leggings of the same color,
This style is obviously an export item. The chiffon fabric is breathable and light, and has been very popular in recent years.
She took her changed clothes to the well to wash, and Chen Guilan followed her out: "Jingjiao, why did you come back just now?"
"You're late, so sales are slow." Su Jiaojiao continued washing clothes. Chen Guilan whispered, "Your aunt is here. Go say hello to her."
"Okay, wait until I finish washing the clothes." Su Jiaojiao washed the clothes slowly and hung them on the clothesline in the yard. The clothesline swayed a few times, and the wet clothes began to drip, and soon there were small mud puddles on the ground.
Seeing Su Jiaojiao come in after washing the clothes, Su Xiumei felt that her niece had no respect for her at all. She said with a stern face: "Su Jiaojiao, who do you think you are, a rich lady? You uneducated thing!"
"Do you think you're well-mannered?" Su Jiaojiao looked at her calmly. "What did I do wrong?"
In her previous life, Chen Guilan was seriously ill and hospitalized, but Su Xiumei never visited her. Instead, she and Xu Yuxiang went to her house to rummage through her things and moved all the noodles and various grains in the house to her house. She was truly uncultured.
"Look at what you're wearing. How can you act like a proper girl?" Su Xiumei squinted at her dress coldly, feeling even more angry. "You were busy all morning and only bought yourself a dress. You're so shameless."
Chen Guilan never gave her this dress to wear.
Xu Yuxiang and Su Xiumei didn't know the origin of this dress.
"This is what my dad brought back from the garment factory for me to wear. Isn't he even more shameless?" Su Jiaojiao sneered. Su Xiumei got angry when she saw Su Jiaojiao's self-righteous look. "I supported you with good intentions and wanted to bring you by my side to enjoy the good life. But you are so good, you cry, make a fuss, and even threaten to hang yourself. What's the difference between you and a shrew? You still want to go to school? Dream on!"
"Yes, I was dreaming, but what does this have to do with you?" Su Jiaojiao retorted bluntly, "I really don't need your support or your kindness. Just take care of your own family affairs. You have no right to interfere in my affairs."
In order to be a good stepmother, Su Xiumei never had children.
He told others that he would treat Liang Kun as his own son.
After Liang Kun got married, he broke up with her and never had any contact with her again.
At the instigation of Xu Yuxiang, she had a daughter when she was 40 years old. When her daughter was three years old, Liang Wencai was laid off and went to other places to do business, and did not return for many years.
Rumor has it that he has a small family outside and has children.
A strong-willed person like Su Xiumei naturally wouldn't reveal a single word. Whenever she returned to her parents' home, she always acted arrogantly, as if she was a phoenix that had flown out of a chicken coop, and her family should hold her in high esteem and worship her.
This sense of superiority has long been ingrained in her bones and cannot be removed.
"Jingjiao, how dare you talk back to your aunt?" Xu Yuxiang couldn't stand it any longer, spitting and yelling, "How dare you talk back to your aunt? You're absolutely lawless. Why don't you apologize to your aunt right now!"
"I did nothing wrong, why should I apologize?" Su Jiaojiao didn't want to pay any attention to them at all.
"You, you..." Xu Yuxiang was furious and could only vent her anger on Chen Guilan, "Look at the good girl you raised, you really are..."
"No wonder Houli doesn't want to go home." Su Xiumei looked at Chen Guilan with gritted teeth, got off the kang and put on her shoes, "Don't come to me for your family matters in the future. I won't come to your house anymore."
"Sister, Jiaojiao is still young." Chen Guilan was in a dilemma and smiled awkwardly, "She doesn't understand..."
"How old is she and she still doesn't understand?" Su Xiumei said confidently, as if she had suffered a great injustice. "I just let her get engaged to Liang Kun first, then I brought her home to live with her in a legitimate way, and then let her work in the city. In a few years, when she was old enough, she could become my daughter-in-law. I was wholeheartedly thinking about my family. What did I do wrong?"
"Even if I go to the city to work, why do I have to marry Liang Kun?" Su Jiaojiao suddenly found it incredible. "Can't I just go to the city and find a job myself?"
What a weird idea.
It’s so funny!
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