When Wu Ju saw the money in her hand, her eyes turned green. She quickly put down the bowl and chopsticks in her hand, stretched out her arm and snatched the money from her hand.
"Mother..."
"Doesn't Qianqian run a barber shop? You can ask her to borrow some money for emergency use." Wu Ju gave Shumei advice while counting the money in her hand.
Zhang Xiaoqin had a smug expression on her face as she ate her meal while looking at the results in Wu Ju's hands, because it was she who came up with this idea for Wu Ju.
Shumei looked helplessly at the money in Wu Ju's hand. What else could she say? The money was already in Wu Ju's hands. It was impossible to get it back. She could only find a way to solve the problem of her empty pockets tomorrow.
After counting the money, Wu Ju put it in her pocket and said, "There is still one dollar short. You can pay it tomorrow! Remember, the first of every month is the day to pay living expenses. Don't be busy all the time." After she said that, she continued to pick up the chopsticks on the table and ate happily.
Shumei wanted to cry but had no tears at the moment! She didn't want to say anything. After they finished their meal and cleared away the dishes, she carried Xiao Shuangning back to her shabby little house.
The next morning, Shumei got up before dawn and prepared breakfast. As usual, she went to the town to find a job.
Since she was penniless, she baked a few sweet potatoes for herself when she made breakfast and brought them with her. Now she had to feed her child, so if she went hungry, it wouldn't matter, but if she didn't, the child would suffer.
She started wandering around the town again, taking the opportunity to find something to do and to inquire about Dabao's whereabouts.
In the Zhang family yard, Wu Ju and others were eating the breakfast prepared by Shumei without any guilt.
Zhang Xiaoqin grabbed a whole pickled chili pepper, took a bite, and swallowed it with the porridge.
"Mother, it's right to listen to me, right? Now that I have the money, I can still have food to eat without having to work myself."
"Yeah, yeah! My daughter is smart. She's like me in this respect."
"Mother, remember what I told you. Don't be soft-hearted. She might run off with another man any day. You have to think about your future. If she has a headache or fever every two weeks or a month, or has no clothes, you'll find ways to ask her for money. Just a few dozen dollars for living expenses is far from enough."
Zhang Xiaoqin was eating while giving Wu Ju some bad advice. Wu Ju listened attentively, not even paying attention to her food, nodding in agreement as she listened.
"Xiaoqin! You haven't been back for so long, aren't you worried about my two little grandchildren?"
"What's there to worry about? Don't we still have their grandparents? I finally have some free time. Dad, please don't make things difficult for me. I, Zhang Xiaoqin, keep my word. If Jiang Fu doesn't come to pick me up in person, I really won't go back to their Jiang family."
"When two people live together, they will become estranged if they are separated for too long. It's enough to just live for a while." Zhang Binglin continued to persuade Zhang Xiaoqin calmly.
"You know nothing! Don't meddle in my daughter's affairs. You haven't even figured out your own life yet, so what right do you have to nag here?"
Wu Ju raised her chopsticks and snatched a piece of pickled Jerusalem artichoke that Zhang Binglin had already picked up from the chopsticks. She put it in her mouth and bit it hard, making a crunching sound, staring at Zhang Binglin with her eyes wide open.
Zhang Binglin took back his chopsticks that had fallen off the ground, drank the half bowl of porridge in one breath, put down his bowl and chopsticks, shook his head and sighed, and walked out of the yard.
"See? Your father has always obeyed me. As a woman, you either need to find a rich man or a submissive man. You did the right thing this time. Mother supports you. Let's just wait and see who can outlast the other."
Just as the two finished their breakfast, Jiang Fu ran in from the door, sweating profusely.
Zhang Binglin sat on a stone bench in the yard, smoking cigarettes one by one. He was a man of few words, and in order to keep his ears quiet, he would choose to remain silent whenever Wu Ju pushed him.
“Ah… Dad…”
As soon as Jiang Fu entered the door, he saw Zhang Binglin in the yard and greeted him while panting.
Zhang Binglin took out his pipe and stood up from the stone bench. "Jiang Fu, why are you here? Are you here to pick up Xiaoqin?" Although there was a hint of doubt on his face, he was secretly happy in his heart! Jiang Fu finally came to pick up Xiaoqin. He really couldn't stand the troubles of the mother and daughter.
Jiang Fu leaned against the stone table, his legs slightly bent, his waist hunched, and he gasped for breath, with beads of sweat the size of soybeans on his forehead.
"Xiaoqin, Xiaoqin, come out quickly! Jiang Fu is here to pick you up."
Seeing that Jiang Fu had no time to speak, Zhang Binglin shouted at Zhang Xiaoqin inside the house.
Hearing the noise, Zhang Xiaoqin came out of the main room, chewing on a piece of sugarcane. She glanced at Jiang Fu in the yard with disdain, and spat the sugarcane residue in her mouth onto the ground.
"What? You know you're wrong and you want to beg me to go back? It's not that easy. If you tell me to go back, I'll go back. How can I put my face down like this? Today, either hire a sedan chair to carry me back, or kneel down and kowtow three times to admit my mistake."
Zhang Xiaoqin took the half piece of sugarcane in her hand, patted her palms lightly, and walked towards Jiang Fu.
Jiang Fu had also rested enough, so he looked up and rushed over to grab Zhang Xiaoqin's arms, almost kneeling in front of Zhang Xiaoqin.
"Let go, you're going to break my arm." Zhang Xiaoqin shook his hand off with all her strength and pushed Jiang Fu one meter away.
"Xiaoqin, Erwa is sick, come back with me!"
"Erwa is sick?" Zhang Xiaoqin heard the child was ill, her face showing anxiety, and her tone of voice showed that she was still worried about the child. But as soon as she finished speaking, she seemed to feel that she had lost her dignity and changed the subject, saying, "Why are you coming to me when you are sick? You are all dead people, right? You don't know how to take him to see a doctor."
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