Chapter 57: Going out to show off, a meaningful confession

What kind of dowry was it? The big package contained her old clothes, for all seasons, even summer slippers were sent over.

There were food items in the box, including a few packages of biscuits, some canned sauerkraut that he had made himself, and a few faded hair ties.

Zhao Jiayun rubbed the things inside, tears falling silently. She got married outside, and her parents never asked a single yes.

You just want to send all the things over here. Don’t you want to go back there yourself?

It's not that Zhao Jiayun thought too much, it's just that her parents said too much. Her mother always thought that a daughter-in-law was a waste of money. When she was very young, she said that if the first child was a boy, they would not want him. Who knew...the first child would be Zhao Jiayun.

The water thrown away by a married girl is what her mother always says, "Jiayun, when you get married, you will help your brothers. They are still young, so they will count on you in the future."

"If you get married, you will be someone else's daughter-in-law, and you will have nothing to do with our Zhao family. You will only come home to visit during the holidays."

Zhao Jiayun recalled the words her mother had said over the years, each one was harsh and unpleasant. She had thought more than once, if she became successful in the future, would they still say such hurtful words?

Hearing the voices outside, Zhao Jiayun quickly wiped her tears, packed up a pile of clothes and stuffed them under the bed, and took out two packages from the box.

When Mrs. Luo got home from work, she happily pushed open the door of Zhao Jiayun's room without giving her any privacy. "Yiping, my wife, let me see what your parents gave you."

"Nothing, just like other educated youth, some small things." Zhao Jiayun forced a smile and answered with red eyes.

Old Mrs. Luo pouted, not satisfied with Zhao Jiayun's reply, but thinking of the dowry in her hand, she advised in a gentle voice: "What little things? That's your parents' gift. Let me see what my in-laws brought?"

As they spoke, the two men with triangular eyes looked around the room, but when they found nothing, they noticed Zhao Jiayun's eyes. "Why, why are you crying again?"

"You young people are just missing home, are you missing your parents?" Old Mrs. Luo understood, patting her chest and assuring Zhao Jiayun: "When the harvest is in this year and life is better, I will let Yiping go back with you to visit them."

"Yiping is good-looking, hardworking and down-to-earth. Your father will definitely like him more and more when he sees him. It's inevitable that a father-in-law will be happy to see his son-in-law."

Zhao Jiayun forced a smile, fearing that Old Lady Luo would ask about her dowry, so she stuffed two bags of biscuits into her arms, "Mom, these are things from the city, made with milk, try them."

Made of milk? Old Mrs. Luo felt like she had a hot potato in her hands. She held the bag tightly with her big hands. This good stuff smelled delicious before it was even opened. It was made of milk.

Old Mrs. Luo was so anxious to take it out to show off that she didn't even bother to ask about Zhao Jiayun's dowry. She happily ran out with the biscuits in her hands to show off.

Who said that the Luo family couldn't marry a Goddess of Wealth? The educated youth in the city are just like the Goddess of Wealth, they are generous when they spend money, and the in-laws in the city are also generous. In the future, maybe they will send things to Changxing Village every few days.

When they were halfway through the journey, Mrs. Luo suddenly thought of something, turned around and strode to the kitchen at home, reluctantly opened the lid of the lard, stretched out her finger, scooped a little from it and smeared it on her lips.

Seeing that there was one less piece of lard in the jar, Mrs. Luo licked her fingers distressedly until all the oil on her fingers was sucked dry.

His lips were greasy, and then he went out with the biscuit in his arms, feeling satisfied.

Many people leaving work noticed the lipstick on Mrs. Luo's mouth and laughed, "Mr. Luo, what delicious food did you sneak home to eat? You didn't even wipe your mouth."

Old Mrs. Luo covered her mouth pretentiously, as if she was trying to cover up her crime. "What? I didn't eat anything. I didn't eat anything."

"You didn't eat anything, your mouth is so shiny?" "Yes, I can smell the fragrance from a long distance away, you still don't tell the truth."

Seeing how curious everyone was, Old Lady Luo took out the biscuits from her bosom helplessly and sighed: "What good stuff is this? They are biscuits sent by Yiping's wife's parents from the city."

"They said it was made of some kind of milk. Just think about who can drink milk and have the luxury of using milk to make these things that don't fill your stomach."

As soon as Mrs. Luo took it out, the aroma of the biscuits became even more tempting. It was quite different from the smell in the stores in the county town and it smelled sweet.

"Oh, elder sister, you are really enjoying yourself." A person who is about the same age as Grandma Luo looked at the biscuits in Grandma Luo's arms with envy, his mouth drooling uncontrollably.

The educated youth were different. Since Zhao Jiayun married into the Luo family, the Luo family could eat delicious food every other day. Anyway, there were quite a few female educated youth going to the countryside this time. Even without Zhao Jiayun, there were still Chu Sangning and He Yueyang.

If my son married one of them, wouldn't he also be able to live a luxurious life?

Chu Sangning had no idea that someone had already been thinking about her because of a piece of biscuit. She was fine in the yard, but suddenly her nose started to itch, and the next second she bent over and sneezed twice.

Lin Xiuzhi heard everything from the kitchen and poked her head out, "Sang Ning, do you have a cold?"

"No, I just felt a chill, nothing serious."

Lin Xiuzhi was worried. "It's easy to catch a cold or fever when the seasons change. No, I'll ask Brother Yan to go to the village and get you something to prevent colds."

Chu Sangning felt like crying when she heard this, she opened her mouth blankly, her hands waving uncontrollably, "No need, Auntie, I'm really fine."

She said it was okay, so it was okay? Lin Xiuzhi didn't listen, and Jiang Xingyan didn't listen either. Chu Sangning quickly stopped Jiang Xingyan and took out five yuan from his pocket. "I forgot to give you the money for my hospital stay last time. And this time, is this enough? If not, I'll give it to you later."

Looking at the five yuan in front of him, Jiang Xingyan was stunned for a long time. There was not a trace of happiness in his eyes, only deep helplessness and loss. Chu Sangning's words were very distant, which was not what Jiang Xingyan wanted to see.

He pushed Chu Sangning's hand away, feeling depressed as if a huge rock was pressing down on him, making it hard for him to breathe. He tilted his head and refused, "No, it's not much money."

"That won't work. Your allowance shouldn't be much. Just take it."

There is no man who doesn't want to be looked down upon by the girl he likes, and Jiang Xingyan is no exception. He stared at Chu Sangning's face and said in a serious and meaningful tone: "It's not much now, but it's enough for you to spend."

Chu Sangning was so scared that he took a step back, lowered his head and did not respond.

Jiang Xingyan retracted his gaze, looked at Chu Sangning's little head, and added meaningfully: "Chu Zhiqing, you understand what I mean."