After Zhang Xiaoqin finished speaking, she walked down the mountain proudly, without any sense of shame.
Wang Changxing hadn't anticipated Zhang Xiaoqin's brazenness, but fortunately, he didn't suffer any loss; instead, he gained an advantage. Seeing that threats didn't work, he resorted to bribery, knowing that Zhang Xiaoqin was staying at the village chief's house simply because Shumei had disappeared, leaving the Zhang family without a source of income. And Zhang Xiaoqin, who was always lazy and lazy, was being opportunistic and cunning.
Wang Changxing followed closely and told Zhang Xiaoqin the news about Shumei.
"What did you say? You said Kang Shumei sent money home? You weren't trying to trick me into leaving your uncle's house and deliberately making up a lie to fool me, were you?"
"Believe it or not, I went to Qianqian's Barber Shop to get a haircut today, and the owner told me this himself."
After Wang Changxing finished speaking, he walked quickly forward without wasting any more time talking to Zhang Xiaoqin.
When Zhang Xiaoqin heard that the long-term meal ticket was still valid and that money would be sent home, she was overjoyed.
Her time at the village chief's house hadn't been a happy one. She had to look after the village chief's family's expressions every day. There were small quarrels every three days and big quarrels every five days. Wasn't it just to have three meals a day? But they treated her like they were on a battlefield.
It's not a pleasant feeling to live under someone else's roof, especially when you have to be so shameless as to live under someone else's roof.
If Shumei could really send money home on time, then the problem of food and clothing would naturally be solved. Why should she stay in the village chief's house and suffer the bullying?
After Zhang Xiaoqin came down the mountain, she didn't even go back to the village chief's house to get her few tattered clothes. She rushed home. Perhaps she was too happy and forgot about her clothes. Or perhaps she wanted to leave them with the village chief so that if Wang Changxing cheated on her, she would have an excuse to go back.
When Wu Ju saw Zhang Xiaoqin coming back, she excitedly went up to her and poked her forehead hard with her finger.
"You silly girl, where have you been for the past month? You didn't even ask someone to bring back a message. I heard from them that Jiang Fu's family moved to the county town. You didn't live in the county town for more than a month, did you?"
Zhang Xiaoqin rubbed her forehead, looking unhappy, and walked around Wu Ju into the main room.
"Mother, I'm already old. Can you please stop this habit of poking my forehead?"
Wu Ju followed Zhang Xiaoqin into the house. Xiao Shuangning was playing with chickens in the yard alone. When she saw Zhang Xiaoqin come back, she didn't seem very happy. She didn't take the initiative to call for help. She just looked at the chickens fighting for food with a depressed look.
Children without their mothers are indeed pitiful. Little Shuang was covered in dust and dirt. In the middle of summer, he was wearing a patched-up cotton-padded jacket, his face flushed red from covering his face. He was wearing a pair of coarse cloth trousers with two holes on the knees, and the cloth shoes on his feet had both big toes sticking out. He looked like a little beggar.
"No matter how old you are, you are still my daughter."
Zhang Xiaoqin had come such a long way that she was already sweating and thirsty. She didn't rush to talk to Wu Ju anymore. She picked up the kettle on the table and wanted to pour some water to quench her thirst.
She took the kettle, feeling light and airy, and shook it vigorously, making the water in the kettle tinkle. She removed the cork, looked into the kettle, grabbed the cup on the table, and poured the remaining water into the cup.
I guess there is too much sediment in the kettle, the water is as white as soy milk.
"I'm busy today. I haven't had time to boil water yet."
When Wu Ju saw the cup of "soy milk", she spoke up to defend herself.
Zhang Xiaoqin held the drink in her hand, but couldn't bring herself to drink it. After hesitating for a moment, she stormed into the kitchen angrily.
She picked up the ladle on the water tank, scooped a ladle of raw water from the tank, held the ladle with both hands, looked up at the sky and poured the raw water into her stomach.
Seeing this, Wu Ju, who followed, hurriedly tried to grab the ladle from Zhang Xiaoqin's hand.
"Xiaoqin, what are you doing? You can't drink raw water when you're hot. It's bad for your health. Stop drinking it."
Zhang Xiaoqin didn't listen to Wu Ju's words at all and continued to gulp down the water. Although Wu Ju's pulling made the water in the ladle splash everywhere, it didn't affect her drinking at all.
After she had drunk enough, she let go and let Wu Ju take the ladle away.
"Mother, did Kang Shumei send money home? She's not dead yet?"
After she finished drinking the water, she asked Wu Ju directly.
"Yes! I never expected that. Just a few days ago, I heard Tang Boyi say that she met some kind person who cured her illness and now she has found a job."
"Then how much living expenses did she send?"
Zhang Xiaoqin didn't care whether Kang Shumei recovered from her illness or not. What she cared about was how much money she sent back.
As they talked, they walked to the stone table in the yard and sat down. Zhang Xiaoqin's face was full of curiosity.
"60 yuan! Wasn't that agreed upon before?"
When Zhang Xiaoqin heard this, her face immediately fell.
"Mother, you are so naive. Don't you realize what era we are in? What can you do with 60 yuan? Prices are soaring, and everything is more expensive than before. The cost of living must at least double what it was before. 180 yuan is not enough!"
"180 yuan?"
Wu Ju opened her eyes wide in surprise. It was obvious that she thought the number Zhang Xiaoqin said was too outrageous.
Zhang Xiaoqin is really something. She doesn't need to make money. She can talk without any worries. She only makes 20 yuan by selling her body. But she wants to force a person who works hard with her hands to take 180 yuan every month to support her family of idle people.
"Yes! Think about it, how much does rice and meat cost per pound now? Mother, go get some writing paper and a pen, and I'll write to her."
Wu Ju thought about it for a long time. She calculated that, in fact, her family had vegetables, her family had rapeseed oil, and the harvest of rice and wheat fields would not be a problem. In fact, 60 yuan was enough if she planned it.
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