Zhang Xiaoqin is now divorced from Jiang Fu, so she no longer expects to get any help from the village chief and is no longer afraid of his insignificant power.
"I'm hungry, let's eat!"
Zhang Xiaoqin wiped the tears from her face with both hands, sniffed, and walked towards the village chief's house with her head held high.
The village chief and his family hurriedly followed in. As soon as Zhang Xiaoqin entered the door, she grabbed the things on the table, sat down on the sofa, crossed her legs, and began to eat leisurely.
"What are you all standing there for? Go cook! I'm starving."
The village chief's family really had no way to deal with Zhang Xiaoqin and could only watch her show off in their own home.
In this way, Zhang Xiaoqin stayed at the village chief's house and lived and ate for free. After all, the village chief was the head of the village, and he could not scold or beat Zhang Xiaoqin, for fear of giving others a chance to talk about her.
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Wencai and Shumei get along very well. Under Shumei's careful care, Wencai has gained weight.
Shumei was like Wencai's lover, taking care of his food, clothing, shelter, and transportation. She prepared a delicious breakfast every day and woke him up. After dinner, she saw him off. In the evening, she prepared dinner and waited for him to return home after a busy day to enjoy a delicious meal as soon as he walked in.
Wencai enjoys this kind of life very much. It makes him feel at home. When he comes home from get off work, he no longer has to eat and sleep alone, and he can't find anyone to talk to.
Shumei can chat with him, watch TV with him, and talk about life.
There was no sense of strangeness at all, and no distinction between high and low. Shumei could eat at the same table with him.
Time passed quickly, and soon Shumei had been working at Wencai's house for a month.
After dinner in the evening, the two sat on the sofa, and Wencai took out 200 yuan and handed it to Shumei.
"This is?"
"What? Did you forget you've been doing this for a month?"
Looking at the money in her hand, Shumei was a little excited. She could finally earn money with her own hands again. She was no longer a loser. She could finally do something for the people she cared about.
"Well... just give me 70 yuan."
Shumei returned the money to Wencai, and Wencai looked at Shumei with a puzzled look.
"70 yuan?"
"Yes, 130 yuan is to pay off the debt, and I want to send the rest back home. My family really needs this money."
Wencai slapped the money back into Shumei's hands and said, "Keep it if you need it. I don't really want you to pay off my debts." As he spoke, Wencai picked up an apple on the table and prepared to eat it.
Shumei snatched the apple from Wencai's hand, threw the money back into Wencai's hand, picked up the fruit knife from the fruit bowl, and lowered her head to concentrate on peeling the apple.
"If you don't let me pay it back, then I really don't have the face to stay here anymore. I'll have to find a job somewhere else."
"Okay, okay, okay, I really can't do anything about you. Why do I feel that you don't look like my nanny at all, but more like my mother."
As Wencai spoke, he put the money back into his bag, took out another 70 yuan in change and stuffed it into Shumei's apron pocket.
Shumei's hands were very quick, and she peeled an apple cleanly in just a few seconds. She passed the peeled apple to Wencai's mouth, and Wencai took the apple and took a big bite.
"I didn't expect that a country bumpkin like you would be so particular and even peel the apple before eating it."
"This isn't about being particular. If I were really in the countryside, I wouldn't do this. Things in the countryside are all grown home, so they're green and safe. These things are different. I don't know how much pesticide is sprayed on them."
"Shumei, you are so nice. I find that I like you a little bit."
Wencai said this while biting the apple in his hand and staring at Shumei.
"No, I'm just doing this to prevent you from dying too early. I'm afraid you'll die before me and I won't be able to find the creditor to repay the debt."
When Shumei talks to Wencai, she always seems a little frivolous. This is probably due to Wencai's influence! Wencai may have been accustomed to talking to Shumei before. In front of Shumei, he always speaks as he pleases, with the dignity of a dandy.
"hehe……"
Wencai couldn't help laughing after hearing what Shumei said.
"Wencai, stop laughing. Do you have an envelope and writing paper?"
"Yes! In my study, in the drawer of my desk."
Shumei ran upstairs with a clatter of bells, found the envelope, letter paper and pen and went downstairs.
Wencai sat on the sofa and watched TV leisurely to relieve the fatigue of a day's work.
She squatted in front of the coffee table, took out the money from her apron, and put 60 yuan in one of the envelopes.
Pick up the pen and start writing on the letter paper...
Mother:
I'm sorry for making you worry, and I apologize for leaving without saying goodbye. I have cancer, a deadly cancer. Staying home would be a burden to you, so I have no choice but to leave.
I'm very lucky to have met a kind person who helped me escape from the gates of hell. Now, I have found a job as a nanny and will send you living expenses every month.
Thank you for taking care of little Shuangning. I am very grateful to you.
After a while, when I have time, I will go back to see you.
Unfilial Daughter-in-law: Kang Shumei
Shumei wrote about going back to see them, and a mixture of emotions began to well up inside her. She felt like she wasn't a good enough mother, leaving her children at home without even going back to see them and give them the motherly love they deserved.
She also wanted to see Shuangning every day, but she didn't have the courage to face Boyi now, so she didn't dare to go back to the village.
"Isn't your handwriting too ugly? It should be '不解而别' (bu wei er qu) instead of '不吃而另' (bu chi er ling). If you don't understand how to use it, don't use it carelessly. There are so many typos. Anyone who can understand your letter is probably just like you."
Wencai secretly watched Shumei write the letter. Looking at Shumei's rugged and winding handwriting and the typos one after another, he couldn't help laughing out loud, muttering to himself jokes about Shumei.
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