Chapter 352: Aunt Zhao, live well and wait to attend Rongrong’s wedding and your baby’s full-month celebration.



Chapter 352: Aunt Zhao, live well and wait to attend Rongrong’s wedding and your baby’s full-month celebration.

After all, as long as they can get one, it will be enough for them to have a good New Year.

Wen Jiu felt that what Zhou Lian said made sense, and after thinking for a while, he said, "Brother Zhou, I think you have considered it very carefully. Let's do this! You go and call them over later, and I will go to the factory to get the down jackets."

"Their wages for the next two days will be five dollars a day."

It is not easy to keep watch at night in winter when it is cold, and they will be able to do their best if they are paid properly.

Zhou Lian was a little worried about Wen Jiu when he thought about what He Rongrong said yesterday. He felt that it was a little unsafe for her to go to the clothing factory alone.

"Sister-in-law, let me ask you to come over first. I'll go and call my brothers over first and then I'll go with you to the factory. If you need anything, they'll be there to help you."

Wen Jiu nodded, took out the car key from his bag and handed it to Zhou Lian, "Then I'll trouble you, Brother Zhou. I don't know much about it. You drive there and ask them to bring all the blankets and tools they need."

"Okay!"

"Then I'm leaving!"

Zhou Lian didn't hesitate, he took the key and turned to walk out.

He Rongrong said quickly, "Brother Zhou, don't be in such a hurry to leave! Give me a ride, I'll go to the street to buy some vegetables and then come back."

Suddenly there were several more mouths to feed, and the food we originally bought was not enough.

After she finished speaking, she stood up quickly, took the vegetable basket and chased after Zhou Lian. Then she took out ten yuan and stuffed it into He Rongrong's pocket. "I want to drink lotus root and bone soup. Buy some for me."

He Rongrong stuffed the wine back into Wen's hand and said, "I haven't even spent all the money you gave me for the food before, why are you giving me more money? Take it back quickly, I will definitely ask you for more money after I have spent it."

Wenjiu rolled his eyes. "If you can take the initiative to ask for it, do you need me to force it on you? Hurry up and put it away, stop nagging, it will waste time. We still have a lot of things to do today!"

"Brother Zhou, please take her away quickly. My ears hurt from listening to her talking."

"Yes, boss!"

Zhou Lian put on a brilliant smile, grabbed He Rongrong and ran out.

Aunt Zhao stood up tremblingly, "I saw your Aunt He come back yesterday, I went to ask her if she had any extra stoves to borrow. How can we survive without a stove in such a cold night?"

It snowed as soon as it was said to snow. It was so cold without a stove that I couldn't sleep at night.

Although they are all young men, they are all muscular.

Wen Jiu thought what Aunt Zhao said made sense, so he put on his scarf and said, "Don't worry, Aunt Zhao. I'll get something and go with you. The road is slippery because of the snow, and you can't lift the stove."

As she spoke, she went to the store, opened the drawer and took out a bag of sunflower seeds. She wanted to borrow something from someone but it was not good to go in empty-handed.

Seeing Wenjiu holding something in his hand, Aunt Zhao's smile deepened. She held Wenjiu's arm and kept praising him, "Good children, if it weren't for you accompanying me, I'm afraid that my old bones wouldn't survive this winter."

Wen Jiu said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, you will definitely be able to spend your old age well." Qiu Hai is still working hard to make money for you to live a good life!

She didn't say the latter part of the sentence, as it was not easy for her to guess other people's grudges.

But what is certain is that with Qiu Hai around, she will definitely have a good old age. Even though Qiu Hai is still timid and hiding like a rat that cannot stand the light, his thoughts are already clear.

"Okay, okay."

"Aunt Zhao, live well and wait for Rongrong's wedding and your baby's full-month celebration."

Aunt Zhao's eyes were full of smiles, and the tear troughs on her face seemed to have faded a lot, giving people the feeling that she was reborn.

When the neighbor Aunt He heard the knock on the door and came out, she almost didn't recognize Aunt Zhao when she saw her.

"Ahua..."

“Ouch!”

Aunt He slapped her thigh anxiously, "It's Sister Zhao! I haven't seen you for a long time, I almost didn't recognize you."

"Hurry, hurry, hurry, come inside and sit down." Aunt He said as she went to help Aunt Zhao. "Is this the lady boss from whom you rented your house? She's really popular and does good business. It's good for you, old sister!"

There is someone to greet and talk to, and the house can be rented out to make some money.

She is three years younger than Aunt Zhao, but Aunt Zhao looks at least ten years older than her. The loss of her child had a huge impact on Aunt Zhao.

Wen Jiu smiled and said, "Aunt He, you can just call me Jiu. Aunt Zhao and I came here to ask if you have an unused stove. Can you lend it to me for a few days? We have something to do these days and the stove is not enough."

Aunt He exclaimed, "Yes, I'll get it for you right away. You two can sit down. We are neighbors, so don't be polite."

After she finished speaking, she left in a hurry.

Aunt Zhao poked her chest and said to Jiu, "She looks fierce, but her heart is as soft as tofu. In recent years, the neighbors have all disliked me for being unlucky and for looking spooky and scary. Only she doesn't dislike me. She gives me gifts and talks to me from time to time."

First the child died, and then the tenant who rented out the house died inside.

She felt there was no hope and wanted to take medicine and die several times, but was always caught by Aunt He. That's why she has been living to this day.

"Take a close look at her figure. I want to ask you to buy her some warm clothes. She is very stingy and doesn't want to buy anything for herself." Aunt Zhao whispered in Wen Jiu's ear.

Wen Jiu smiled and said, "Okay, I'll open my eyes and take a look when Aunt Zhao comes back."

"Good child, good child..." Aunt Zhao couldn't help but start praising again as she looked at the warm wine, "It must be the good fortune of your man's ancestors that he was able to marry you..."

Aunt He took out the stove and found a broom to sweep away the cobwebs on it. "I didn't expect the stove could be broken. I stayed with my daughter for a year, and the stove is now in such a mess."

The outer iron sheet was broken, and the white balls filled inside leaked out.

"You guys stay indoors and warm up by the fire. I'll go to the backyard and get some yellow mud."

Cover the leak with yellow mud, then cover it with two pieces of unwanted cloth, and tie the cloth tightly with a rope to complete the repair.

Wen Jiu was very embarrassed to borrow the stove to trouble Aunt He for so long. "Thank you so much, Aunt He. We will return it to you when we are done. Here are some melon seeds for you to eat when you are free."

Aunt He said angrily, "What are you thanking me for? It's not a big deal to just borrow a broken stove."

"Help your Aunt Zhao."

"I'll carry the stove for you."

After she finished speaking, she picked up the stove and left. She didn't even have time to warm the wine and grab it. She could only support Aunt Zhao and walk slowly behind her.

After bringing the stove into the house, Aunt He went into Aunt Zhao's room and took a look around. Seeing that the quilts were all warmed by the sun, she left happily.

Not long after, Zhou Lian came back, bringing back three men of different types.

How to say it!

Each has its own flavor!

But they have one thing in common: they are all strong and seem to be able to fight.

Wenjiu was extremely satisfied. With these strong men around, what was there to be afraid of?

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