Chapter 67 Raising Money
Ye Yang used the hospital's phone to call the Xiahe Village Brigade, and Captain Qin called Ye Dajun to answer the phone.
"Yang, what's wrong? What did the doctor say?" Ye Dajun has been waiting for a call at home these days.
"Dad, our family may not be able to afford Xiaoling's treatment."
"What's wrong? Why did the doctor say how much money is still needed?" Da Jun held the microphone tightly, his heart in his throat.
Ye Yang lowered his head helplessly on the other end of the phone. "The surgery cost 200 yuan, and the subsequent medical expenses are 70 or 80 yuan. Dad, our family can't afford it."
Ye Yang knew his family's situation clearly. His family couldn't afford any more money. Even if he insisted on having the surgery, there would be no way to pay for the subsequent medical expenses.
Ye Yang leaned against the wall dejectedly, thinking about how Bai Wei always said she wanted to go back to Lu City and live her previous life. He didn't understand Bai Wei's persistence. In his eyes, having food to eat and clothes to wear was a good life. He didn't understand Bai Wei's pursuit of material things. This time he finally understood what money was. Money could save his daughter's life, but he didn't have it.
"Dad, I plan to give Xiaoling conservative treatment first, and then think of a way to pay for the surgery."
"Hey, Yang, don't worry. I'm going home now. Let's think of a solution together as a family."
When they got home, the Ye family members gasped when they heard that the surgery alone would cost two hundred yuan. It was the first time in their lives that they had heard such a high number.
"oops!"
Jin Fenglian slapped her thigh and said regretfully, "I shouldn't have eaten those chickens. They were worth a few dollars after all."
Zhao Zhaodi rummaged through the cloth scraps in the shoe frame, planning to make a few pairs of insoles to sell.
Hearing Jin Fenglian's hindsight, he rolled his eyes. Jin Fenglian couldn't keep her mouth shut unless that mouth was sewn shut with steel wire.
When the family was feeling worried, Zhao Jinguo arrived.
"Sister, are you home?"
Hearing that her beloved younger brother had arrived, Zhao Zhaodi put down the shoe frame and hurried out of the house to welcome him in.
As soon as she arrived at the yard, she saw how cold it was. Why was her brother wrapped in a tattered quilt used to cover a chicken coop? Was he frozen silly?
"Jin Guo, what are you doing? This tattered quilt is covered in chicken shit and stinks. You can't wrap yourself in it no matter how cold it is. Take it off quickly."
Zhao Zhaodi was about to pull the stinky quilt off her brother's body as she spoke. Zhao Jinguo quickly dodged backwards and said, "Sister! Sister, please don't. I'm just a little warm. Don't pull it off for me."
Seeing him evasive, Zhao Zhaodi looked at him suspiciously, then quickly lifted up her brother's stinky quilt.
"Sister, what are you doing! I'm freezing to death!" Zhao Jinguo cried out in cold.
"Oh my god! Why are you wearing a Han shirt? You're freezing! Come inside and warm up."
Jin Fenglian dragged her brother into the house quickly, pulled Ye Dajun away from the brazier, and let her brother sit in the warmest place.
Zhao Jinguo, wrapped in a smelly quilt, sat awkwardly in the middle of the Ye family, trying to minimize his presence and respectfully greeted Old Lady Ye on the kang.
"Is Aunt Ye feeling better?"
Old Lady Ye propped herself up and leaned against the wall, looking at her brother-in-law who was dressed strangely. "Okay, okay, thank you for your concern. Xiuhong quickly poured some hot water for your uncle to warm him up."
"Okay, I'll go right away."
Zhao Zhaodi found an old cotton-padded jacket of Ye Dajun in the house and put it on her brother. "Put it on quickly. You are a grown man, but you are still in such a mess. Where is your jacket?"
Zhao Jinguo gathered his cotton-padded jacket and said to his sister embarrassedly, "My wife was washing dishes yesterday and it got wet. It hasn't dried in the sun for two days. I was thinking of giving you the money first, but in my haste I ended up wearing this thing."
Zhao Jinguo took out a handful of crumpled banknotes from his pocket and stuffed them into Zhao Zhaodi's hand. "Sister, you know I'm lazy and can't earn many work points. I don't have much money. Take this little money and use it for now."
After seeing his brother off, Zhao Zhaodi counted the banknotes left by his brother, which totaled 18.70 yuan. He then added some money he had borrowed from relatives over the past two days and some food he had saved, and the total he had was 43 yuan, which was still a long way from the cost of the surgery.
Ye Dajun's daughter Ye Li looked at the family with sad faces and got up to go home to find money.
"I'll go back home and look for it again."
Ye Dajun frowned and said disapprovingly, "The Wen family already had objections after you took twenty-seven yuan. How are you going to live in the Wen family in the future if you take more?"
Ye Li patted her legs and straightened her cotton-padded jacket, saying, "What can we do? We're almost out of rice, and we've borrowed from all our relatives and neighbors. I can't just watch Xiao Ling die. The worst that can happen is I can get the money and ask the Wen family to divorce me."
Zhao Zhaodi, who was washing dishes nearby, heard her daughter talking about divorce and quickly stopped her, "What nonsense are you talking about every day? Wen Qianjin is a worker. He doesn't have parents-in-law who are putting pressure on him. He only has a niece and it doesn't cost much to raise her. How can you find such a good family if you divorce her?"
Here we go again, Ye Li rolled her eyes. Her mother always spoke highly of the Wen family, praising them daily. Did Wen Qianjin ever give her a single grain of rice? He spent it all on his niece. It was all for nothing that the family was so stingy. Even if they had good conditions, it was a farce.
Wen family
"Uncle, I went to the meat processing factory yesterday to get your salary, and then I gave it to the Ye family. It was twenty yuan! It's enough for our family to eat for several days."
Wen Qing, with her pigtails combed, looked at her uncle picking vegetables at the table from the mirror. Seeing that he didn't react, Wen Qing slammed the comb on the table and said,
"Uncle, your wife is not on the same page with our family. Ye Li's heart is with the Ye family. No matter how good you are to her, it will be useless."
"Okay, Xiaoqing, how can you talk like that? She is your aunt, so be respectful. Go wash your hands and have dinner later."
Wen Qianjin interrupted Wen Qing's complaints and walked towards the kitchen with the selected vegetables. When Wen Qing saw Wen Qianjin speaking for Ye Li, tears welled up in her eyes. She threw the comb on the windowsill, turned around, ran back to the room, and cried on the bed.
Wen Qianjin had no choice but to put down the dishes he was about to cook, wiped his hands, went into the room to coax his niece, and stood by the bed to pull Wen Qing out of the quilt.
"Xiaoqing, stop crying. It's uncle's fault, okay? Tomorrow uncle will take you to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy vanishing cream. Didn't you want it a few days ago? Let's go buy it tomorrow."
"Well, my uncle loves me the most."
When Wen Qing heard that her uncle would buy her some cold cream tomorrow, she stopped crying and laughed. She hugged Wen Qianjin's arm and acted coquettishly for a while, then happily continued to braid her hair.
Wen Qianjin went back to the kitchen to cook, staring at the cabbage in the pot, thinking about the Ye family.
He knew that Ye Li went to his factory yesterday to collect 20 yuan of salary. He thought that Ye Li was an aunt after all, and it was okay to give some money to her niece since she was sick. He didn't expect that Wen Qing took it to heart. When he has time, he will have a talk with Wen Qing and enlighten the child.
Just as he was thinking that the dishes were ready to be served, Wen Qianjin put the food on the table and waited for Ye Li to come home for dinner.
"Uncle, can we eat now? It smells so good. I'm starving."
Wen Lan sat at the table with two pigtails, picked up chopsticks and steamed buns and started eating.
Wen Qianjin was just about to tell her to wait for Ye Li to come back and eat together, but seeing that his niece was eating so happily, he didn't say anything. He got up and went into the house to call his son Wen Hai to come out to eat.
"Xiao Hai is out for dinner."
"Dad, I'm coming right away."
Ye Li and Wen Qianjin's son Wen Hai is eight years old this year, two years younger than Ye Yang's daughter Ye Ling.
The relationship between the siblings has always been very good. Compared with his lovely cousin Ye Ling, Wen Hai especially hates his cousin Wen Qing. His cousin always bullies him and his mother secretly, but his father still protects her. As long as she cries, all her mistakes are forgiven, and his mother always suffers.
My cousin is just a crybaby!
Wen Hai saw Wen Qing eating meat with relish at the dinner table, and curled his lips, "Huh! Cousin, you've eaten all the meat. What will we have to eat when mom comes back?"
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