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Zhang Pingkang continued to complain about his grievances, and even tried to lift his clothes to show Wang Shuitao the bruises on them, but was frightened by the screams of "pervert" coming from all around and put them down again.
Those people have stopped being honest lately and are now targeting unseen areas with their malicious intentions.
His eyes were filled with a mixture of hostility and resentment: "This was all done to me by that bitch Zhu Qiuguo and her lover. You forced her to do this to me, so you have to take responsibility!"
Meng Songying frowned. What responsibility? That's too careless of her.
Wang Shuitao already knew about the Zhang family's affairs, but she didn't want to get involved. She retorted, "This is your family matter. We're not relatives, so how can I interfere? And is it really that serious? Why don't you go to the police station to report it?"
After saying that, he waved his hand at the people next to him and said, "This person is here to extort money, everyone disperse."
She had no interest in being the butt of a bunch of people, especially since they would be attending classes together later, and she didn't want to become the topic of conversation during her classmates' academic lessons.
Several classmates from the sugar factory also went over and echoed, "Let's disperse, let's disperse."
Zhang Qin shouted, "Where are the people from the glass factory? Don't hide and play dead! These are your factory's people. You don't go to the factory leaders or the police station when you have problems, but you come to our sugar factory. This is too much of a bully!"
"Stop shouting. The people at the glass factory have been annoyed by him for a long time. Nobody wants to talk to him. They don't even sit with him in class. As soon as they see him making a scene, they lose interest and leave."
One person reminded her that she had a friend who worked in a glass factory, and that the friend had recently broadened his horizons by coming home and sharing the bizarre things he had seen that day.
The story goes that a husband was beaten by his wife, and as a result, his entire family was also beaten by her. The factory tried to mediate, but it turned out that the wife had a police report for being beaten, but the husband did not.
The factory leaders felt ashamed and all returned.
Every day after get off work, the husband would wait in the boss's office and berate them for occupying the position without doing anything.
Then he went to clean the latrine, just like his older brother.
After saying that, the person went back excitedly. She didn't expect to see the follow-up at the night school. Today, she decided to share the follow-up with her good friend.
Seeing that there was no more drama to watch and it was getting late, the surrounding crowd gradually left, still muttering about the farce.
"They really aren't helping. That guy looks pretty pathetic."
"If you want to help, then help him. Didn't you hear people asking him why he didn't call the police? He was so evasive; there's definitely something wrong with him."
"That's true. Never mind, it's other people's business. We can't interfere, and it won't do us any good anyway."
"Yes, you don't know, back then my mom was..."
There are many disputes around us, big and small. As soon as a trigger is encountered, everyone pours it out and throws it all over the world.
Meng Songying stayed by Wang Shuitao's side the whole time, and went back to the sugar factory with several classmates, thus blocking Zhang Pingkang's resentful gaze as he failed to get what he wanted.
The next day, Wang Shuitao returned to Wangjiazhuang once again.
It is common for villagers to help each other build houses. The custom is that when one family builds a house, every household in the entire village has to contribute someone to help.
The host family provides meals.
If you don't do things properly on either side, people will say you're not from your hometown, and you won't be able to get enough people for any weddings or funerals next time.
Wang Shuitao brought along her second uncle and uncle-in-law, but her eldest uncle, who still had income from carpentry work, wouldn't go this time. The other families who could make wooden boxes also didn't compete for the spots.
After all, good things shouldn't all go to one family.
Grandpa Wang shouldn't have had so many people even if the family hadn't split up, but no one objected, since it was Wang Shuitao who found the job.
Twenty people were selected by those who knew them well, and everyone was overjoyed. Even those who hadn't been selected twice believed that their turn to make some money would eventually come.
Apart from Feng Shuiyun and Wang Datong, who lived in a small house on the edge of the village.
Their days in the brigade became increasingly difficult as Wang Shuitao became more and more successful. Feng Shuiyun lamented that Wang Shuitao truly had no affection for her biological father anymore.
Logically speaking, if she were willing to help, Wang Datong could also handle the wooden box job. She had heard the villagers talk about it, and it was a really simple job.
Even for temporary jobs where one can earn money through hard labor, Wang Shuitao didn't want Wang Datong to take advantage of her.
On the one hand, she worried that Wang Datong might hate her because his daughter was successful and he seemed to want to sever ties with her.
Men value bloodlines, and her early-deceased husband was no exception. Before he died, he held her hand and insisted that she raise their three children.
Feng Shuiyun glanced at Wang Datong, who had become increasingly quiet in the months since the incident at home, and thought to herself that fortunately, her three children were all grown up, and her daughter was of marriageable age. If Wang Datong wanted to come home, she could just have a little cry and that would be fine; she wouldn't stop him.
"So happy?"
Qian Lijuan, who was humming a song, was startled by Wang Shuitao's sudden return: "Oh, no, I was just singing a couple of lines. Peach is back. Mom will go get you two eggs."
Sun Miao held the child, her complexion rosy: "Mom has probably figured things out these days, she's been in a pretty good mood."
Wang Shuitao: "That's good. Let's all live our lives well. By the way, sister-in-law, did my brother reply to the letter you sent last time?"
Sun Miao nodded shyly: "He replied very quickly. Did Jinbu even send money back?"
Wang Shuitao: "Hmm, you kept the money for yourself, right? You didn't give it to anyone else, did you?"
Sun Miao shook her head: "I didn't give any to them, I kept them all for myself."
After saying that, a sweet feeling welled up in her heart. She was so lucky to have married Jinbu. What other wife could have all of her husband's salary in her hands, especially when her parents-in-law were still alive?
Moreover, it was her sister-in-law who made her do this.
Wang Shuitao doesn't like children. Even when facing her two blood-related nephews and nieces, she can only say that she's not annoyed. But now, one of them is obediently smacking his lips in his sister-in-law's arms, and the other is playing by himself in the stroller with his legs up. They are still very cute.
She looked at it for a while and asked, "I'm back now, why don't you write another letter and send it to him? Your brother must miss you too."
Sun Miao blushed, and she was also tempted, but she still refused, saying, "No, I heard that other families don't send letters much, and I can't be so clingy."
As the saying goes, a wife, children, and a warm bed are a man's dream. But if a man really misses his wife and children, his brothers will laugh at him for being too soft-hearted.
After hearing this, Wang Shuitao gave up. It's not a bad thing to be sociable in a place with strong discipline. Her older brother is neither a troublemaker nor a potential military leader, so he shouldn't be unconventional.
As the pearl sugar factory was booming forward, and Meng Songying was almost forgetting about them and acting as if they would never see each other again, Song Baicao and Huang Qingxing from the Shenxian Army Farm felt that they couldn't go on living like this.
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