Chapter 38 Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, born incompatible?
"This is my fate..." said Guihua's mother.
Xia Wu suppressed his anger and said calmly, "Okay, I'll pay you today's salary, you can go back."
She gave Guihua Niang 75 yuan and left without saying anything else.
Even if others wanted to help someone like Guihua Niang, they would be afraid to say in a low voice that it was fate. Since she has accepted her fate, what else is there to say?
You can't prop up a wall with mud.
Sometimes people love to dwell on trivial matters, which makes their lives a mess.
Since returning to his hometown, Xia Wu hasn't thought about the people and things in the past for a long time. It was as if he had suddenly cut off the past and started a new life.
But today, Guihua Niang's behavior made her inexplicably think of her past self.
Before Yang Wei showed up, Xia Wu was the darling of the world, pampered by her parents and brother. She had everything she wanted. She had a spoiled temper, a fleeting enthusiasm for everything, and high expectations. What others struggled their entire lives to achieve might just be her starting point.
Family background, beauty, and top men were all she was born with.
Xia Wu also thought that her life would go according to plan. She would marry Fu Shilin, have children, and continue to be a wealthy wife, surrounded by celebrities...
Until Yang Wei appeared, a DNA test report shattered all her pride and self-esteem.
Although her parents and brother kept comforting her, saying that no matter what happened, Xia Wu would always be their treasure and there would always be a place for her in the Xia family, Fu Shilin also held her hand tightly, and was so nervous that his palms were sweating. At that time, he only had eyes for Xia Wu.
In fact, the private investigation revealed every bit of Yang Wei's growth. The Xia family secretly watched her without Xia Wu's knowledge, and then they felt so distressed that they couldn't help themselves.
After all, Yang Wei is their real family. Their own daughter has been reduced to suffering outside. How could the poison that has taken over the magpie's nest be innocent?
Xia Wu keenly noticed the change in her family's attitude towards her. She watched helplessly as the scales of love tilted towards Yang Wei. She was frightened and uneasy inside. She acted spoiled and capricious like before, hoping to get her family's attention, but the result was different.
The Xia family became more and more disappointed in her and felt more and more distressed for Yang Wei. They began to think that Xia Wu was not a real child of the Xia family, and no matter how they taught her, it would be useless.
What is fate?
Fate is fickle and plays tricks on people.
Xia Wu got stuck in a dead end and tried his best to hold on to what originally belonged to him, but ended up failing miserably.
The fear of death in a car accident seemed to be imprinted in his mind. The day Xia Wu died was the day Yang Wei was taken back to the Xia family and changed her surname.
She died alone, with no one caring.
Maybe God took pity on her and gave her a chance to start over. Instead of being timid and afraid of losing this and that like in her previous life, Xia Wu simply decided not to fight for anything.
She wants to live her own life instead of relying on other people's views and opinions.
As for my fate, it seemed as if it began to change from then on.
The past is like a passing cloud, but how can people realize this unless they have experienced death and regret?
Guihua's mother has lived to such an old age, but she still hasn't realized that her tragic life is all about pleasing others.
We want something so badly that we try to get it by flattering others, but human nature is too mean and we will not cherish the things that are offered to us.
After figuring this out, Xia Wu was no longer so angry about Guihua Niang's actions.
After all, she was so disappointing in the past.
Osmanthus's mother's departure didn't cause Xia Wu too much trouble, as there were enough people at home to help. They sent the express delivery on time, and when they were done, they went to the mountains.
These days she was so busy digging winter bamboo shoots that she forgot to patrol the mountain.
Taking Yang Hongwen with her, she parked the tricycle on the side of the road. Xia Wu carried a bucket of water and watered the loquat tree from time to time. The bucket was just a cover, as she was actually watering with spiritual spring water.
"flower."
Yang Hongwen tilted his camera up and aimed it at the loquat tree. Xia Wu turned around and asked, "Where are the flowers?"
"here."
I went over and pulled apart the loquat leaves to see that there was actually a cluster of loquat flowers. They were yellow and white in color, somewhat like osmanthus flowers, but larger than osmanthus flowers. The fragrance was not as strong. From a distance, I could occasionally smell a sweet, elegant and fresh scent.
If you smell it up close, the smell will be clearer.
Xia Wu's idea moved him, and he quickly checked the other loquat trees and found that many of them were in bloom.
She immediately thought of the bees in the greenhouse. The bees had been working hard to pollinate the strawberries and collect honey. She hadn't collected any honey yet. Why not collect some honey first and then let the bees collect loquat honey.
Xia Wu took her brother up the mountain to ask Grandpa Pu for help. When she heard that she wanted to collect honey, Grandpa Pu came down the mountain to join in the fun. The curtain of the greenhouse was opened, but it was still stuffy inside.
Mr. Pu was wearing protective clothing and asked Xia Wu to find a container for honey. He was an old hand at collecting honey, and while teaching Xia Wu the techniques, he gently took out the honeycomb, cut off the beeswax covering it with a honey knife, and then shook out the honey.
After doing all this, Mr. Park put the honeycomb back, and not even a few bees were hurt during the process.
"It's only been here for a short time. I didn't expect strawberries to be so good at producing honey. This bucket must be at least 20 kilograms, right?"
Mr. Park shook the bucket and said, "Strawberry flowers are small, so there's not much nectar, but there are many flowers, so there's enough for bees to collect. Let me taste it."
Mr. Park scraped some with a small wooden stick and put it in his mouth, smacking his lips.
Xia Wu asked expectantly, "Is there any difference in taste?"
"Hmm...it smells good, quite nice, and seems to have a hint of strawberry scent?" Mr. Pu tasted it again and again without being sure, and the more he tasted, the more delicious it became.
"I feel like your honey tastes better than the one I picked in the mountains."
Xia Wu felt guilty when she was questioned. Maybe she had poured too much spiritual spring water...
When she first planted the strawberries, she watered them once a day. Later, when the strawberry seedlings grew strong, she became lazy and watered them only once every two or three days. Although she did not use pure spiritual spring water but mixed it with ordinary water, the effect was indeed visibly good.
Xia Wu didn't use any pesticides on the strawberries he planted, nor did he take good care of them, just weeding them. However, a strawberry seedling could bloom and bear fruit continuously for a month, and could be picked every day.
In other words, Yang Guojun and his team had never grown strawberries before and did not understand their growth habits, otherwise they would have suspected it long ago.
Xia Wu quickly diverted Mr. Pu's attention.
"Mr. Pu, there are hundreds of loquat trees on the hilltop I own. I just went up the mountain and saw that the flowers are in bloom. Can we put the beehives on the hillside so that they can collect loquat honey?"
"Of course you can. Loquat honey is much better than strawberry honey. Loquat flowers bloom a lot, so there are plenty of nectar sources. I estimate that we can collect 30 to 40 kilograms of honey a month. Isn't your one beehive enough? How about Mr. Park give you another box of bees?"
"That's great, Mr. Park. Just tell me what you want and we can exchange."
"Hey, just give me half of your strawberry honey. The last time I gave you wild osmanthus honey, it was for an old friend. He's mad at me now that the osmanthus honey is gone. I wonder if I can fool him with this strawberry honey."
Xia Wu found it funny and had some guesses in her mind: "Is it Grandpa Ji?"
"Yes, yes, that's him. He's very overbearing. There's only so much wild osmanthus honey all year round. I can't even eat it myself because he takes it all."
Mr. Park seemed to be complaining, but he didn't look angry at all.
"That old fellow is a picky eater. He just likes to eat. If he eats your honey later, you can also make some money from him. The old fellow is rich."
Xia Wu was amused by Mr. Pu and gave half of the strawberry syrup to Mr. Pu. There was still about ten kilograms left.
Grandpa Pu gave Xia Wu another hive of bees according to the same method as last time. The old beehive was already familiar with the place, so he took Xia Wu and placed the old beehive near the loquat tree.
These bees were very smart. They quickly found the loquat flowers and swarmed over to collect nectar.
The honey in the beehive has been almost taken out, and when the beehive is full, it will be filled with pure loquat honey.
According to Mr. Pu, honey is also divided into grades by country. For example, lychee honey, linden honey, locust honey, acacia honey, and milk vetch honey, etc. The ones with purer quality are first-grade, and the second-grade ones include rapeseed honey, jujube honey, sunflower honey, etc.
Under the official classification, there are more specific classifications among the people, such as the place where the honey is collected, the type of bees, the purity of the honey, and the rarer nectar. Different conditions will result in different nutritional levels and tastes of nectar, and naturally different prices.
Loquat honey is a first-class product because different parts of the loquat have different medicinal values.
Loquat leaves, loquat flowers, loquat fruits, and loquat seeds all have their own medicinal value, such as relieving cough, moistening lungs, and inhibiting bacteria. Some people even make loquat flowers into edible flower jam because of their medicinal value.
The price of pure loquat honey on the market is very high, but high-quality ones are generally not sold on a large scale, and are purchased in a small range through introductions from people.
Otherwise, like a beekeeper like Mr. Park, the honey he collects is not enough to sell on the market.
Xia Wu nodded thoughtfully and understood one thing: loquat honey is good and has high value.
Then we should let the bees use their expertise!
After placing the beehive under the tree, Master Pu followed Xia Wu around the hilltop, praising him the whole time: "Your hilltop is really nice, flat and smooth. If you clean it up, it will be no worse than outside."
"Yes, I plan to hire someone to design the hilltop first to see what to plant. My dad said we should move the trees in the winter and plant the necessary fruit trees before spring. Maybe they'll bear fruit next year."
"That's a big project. You young people are really energetic. I'm old and can't do it anymore, so I'll just take care of my beehives."
After returning from a stroll in the mountains, Xia Wu bought some jars specifically for storing honey online, and she had already arranged a place to store the freshly picked strawberry honey.
Now we are just waiting for people to come.
A week ago, Xia Wu contacted two landscape designers and a house designer in the group chat, and arranged for them to come to Xia Wu for a field trip on December 13th. That was tomorrow, exactly. She had already booked the best hotel in town and shamelessly bought a chicken from Mr. Pu...
The elementary school finishes school at 5:30 p.m., and at 6 p.m., the sound of children playing and fighting can be heard one after another in front of the grocery store at the entrance of the village. Yanggou Village, which had been quiet all day, was also awakened by the noise.
At Guihua's mother's house, Shi Hongniang sat opposite her, and the two elderly women were comforting each other.
"Guihua's mother, you really need to think about yourself. It's useless for others to persuade you. You have to figure it out yourself. Hey, we are all people with hard lives. Who can say it's easy? If you can earn some money in the village, it's enough for you to buy meat by yourself. Look..."
"Granny! Give me ten yuan! I want to buy some spicy noodles!"
Before Shi Hongniang could finish her words, a loud shout came from outside.
She peeked out the lattice window and saw that it was Osmanthus Mother's grandson. "The little bastard is here again!"
Niu Niu is the youngest son of Li Honghong and Guihua Niang's second son Yang Daming. He is nine years old this year, with a silly head and big ears. He rushed into the house wiping his nose. When he saw Shi Hongniang was not there, he did not call anyone and stretched out his hand to ask for money.
"Give me ten yuan quickly, I want to eat spicy noodles!"
Shi Hongniang rolled her eyes and said sternly, "Niuniu, your grandma is not feeling well. She didn't work today. Where did she get the money? Doesn't your mom work in the supermarket? Go ask her for it."
"My mom asked me to ask her for it. My grandma has money. Give it to me quickly—"
Niu Niu couldn't get it, so he just rushed over and turned over the pillow. He knew that Guihua's mother had the habit of putting money in the mattress under the pillow.
Sometimes when his grandmother was not at home, he would still know to go into the house to get money, and his mother would praise him for being smart.
If it were any other time, Guihua's mother would have just yelled at him and let him take it, but today, she was furious and slapped him -
“Bang!”
Niu Niu's hand was hit, and soon several red finger marks appeared.
Guihua's mother was so angry that she couldn't speak clearly, "That's how your mother taught you!"
Niu Niu was stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted and lay down on the ground, crying loudly.
The farce continued until Li Honghong came home from get off work. She had switched shifts with someone else today and would not be working the night shift. As soon as she came back, she rushed to where Guihua's mother lived. When she heard her son crying, she became more anxious than anyone else.
"What's wrong? What's wrong with Niu Niu?"
Niu Niu jumped up from the ground and ran to his mother to complain: "Grandma didn't give me money to buy spicy noodles! And she even beat me!"
Li Honghong was already furious about her brother's situation, and now, all her old and new grudges came together. She pulled Niu Niu back and shouted, "Liu! You're so powerful! You're even willing to kill your own grandson! Why don't you hit me? Come on, hit me! Come on!"
As she spoke, she nudged herself towards Guihua's mother. Shi Hongniang saw that something was wrong and quickly stood up to speak for her. "Honghong, how can a mother educate her son like this? No matter how wrong she is, she is still your mother-in-law. She raised two children for you and took care of you during your confinement. How has she ever let you down?"
"She's wronged me in every way! What old woman wouldn't take care of her son's child? What can I say? The child soon asked her for some money for a snack, and she even beat the child! How can a grandmother be like this!"
"You are being unreasonable!"
"I'm being unreasonable. Who are you to come and meddle in my house?"
“You are…”
Seeing that the battle was about to break out, Li Honghong clamored to take out her cell phone to call her husband and let him teach his parents a lesson. Guihua Niang was protected by Shi Hong Niang behind her and was about to be pushed onto the bed. She suddenly burst into tears.
"Oh! I won't live any longer!"
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