Old money family
Seeing another plate of pickled cabbage on the table, Qian Zhizhi slammed her chopsticks onto the table.
"Second sister-in-law, can't you make some other dishes? Pickled cabbage dumplings in the morning, pickled cabbage dumplings at noon, and pickled cabbage dumplings in the evening. Who can stand eating like this every day?" Qian Zhizhi glared at Shen Zhimei and said angrily.
Shen Zhimei lowered her head, not daring to breathe.
In the old Qian family, Qian Zhizhi and Qian Dabao are both old lady Qian's darlings. Anyone who dares to say anything against them will be sprayed to death by old lady Qian's saliva.
"Why are you still standing there? Are you deaf? Didn't you hear Zhizhi say she didn't want to eat pickled cabbage?!" Old Mrs. Qian glanced at Shen Zhimei and started scolding her.
The good things in everyone's house would always be given to the sister-in-law first. This black-hearted woman refused to take out the two quilts and cotton no matter how she hinted.
How can a useless person who can't even give birth to a son deserve such good cotton wool?
And those two money-losing guys...
I didn’t wear a new cotton-padded jacket last year and I didn’t freeze to death, but why am I so precious this year?
And she still wants to wear a new cotton-padded jacket, but how can she be worthy of such a waste of money?
Thinking of this, Old Mrs. Qian became extremely angry.
"Zhizhi, I'll go and smash a cucumber and mix it in for you, do you think it's okay?" Shen Zhimei raised her eyes slightly and looked at Qian Zhizhi, her voice sounding cautious.
Qian Zhizhi had just frowned and was yet to say anything when Old Lady Qian slammed the table, stood up and started cursing at the top of her lungs.
"You are such a black-hearted bastard. You made Zhizhi eat something that ruined her appetite so early in the morning. You little whore, you just can't stand seeing my Zhizhi doing well."
Shen Zhimei, Daya and Erya, the three of them, shrank back in fear.
Seeing what the others were doing, Qian Dabao, who was peeling boiled eggs, made a smug face at the mother and her two daughters.
Qian Xingwang frowned and looked at his wife and daughter. He opened his mouth and was about to say something when he was glared back at by Old Lady Qian.
Shen Zhimei's eyes were red and she didn't dare to refute a word.
All the things in the Qian family's house are kept in Old Mrs. Qian's room. Who would dare to touch them without her permission?
Shen Zhimei is not stupid and knows what Old Lady Qian is thinking.
But she couldn't nod, not only because of what her mother said that day, but also because of the painstaking efforts of her two poor daughters and younger sister.
Her younger sister is weak and it is not easy for her to earn money. How could she waste her younger sister's kindness?
Not to mention that her mother won't forgive her, even she herself won't forgive herself.
When the horn urging work to begin sounded, Qian Xingsheng and Xie Xiaofen, who had been sitting at the table watching the show, quickly picked up the bowls in front of them and gulped down the half bowl of wild vegetable soup in front of them with the plate of pickles.
Seeing Qian Xingsheng and Xie Xiaofen getting up and leaving, Qian Xingwang frowned and pulled Shen Zhimei who was standing, and whispered: "Hurry up and eat, it's time to go to work."
"Eat, eat, eat, what are you eating? You are not good at anything and nothing is left. What bad things did my Qian family do in the previous life to have to have such a rotten and dirty thing in this life?" Old Mrs. Qian pinched her waist and cursed.
Shen Zhimei bit her lip, not daring to say a word, and went out with a hoe in her hand, her eyes red.
Seeing this, Daya and Erya hurriedly took their baskets and sickles and trotted after them.
When the little kids went there, they would just help the adults by pulling some weeds or helping them to gather the weeds that they had weeded in the fields.
During the busy farming season, I would pick up rice ears in the fields or go to the threshing ground to help drive away sparrows that were stealing food.
I only earn one or two work points a day.
Qian Xingwang glanced at Old Lady Qian who was still holding her waist and cursing at the gate of the courtyard, then hung his head, picked up the hoe he had placed at the gate of the courtyard yesterday, and left silently.
Old Mrs. Qian glanced at the half-untouched bowl of wild vegetable soup on Qian Xingwang's seat, and became so angry that she started cursing again in the direction of the courtyard gate.
"Mom, I'm hungry." Qian Zhizhi felt like her ears were going to be deafened by her mother.
That woman and the two money-losing guys ran two miles away. Even if her mother screamed at the top of her lungs, no one could hear her!
Instead, the yelling made her dizzy.
"Then wait a minute, mother will cook two sugar-water eggs for you." Old Mrs. Qian stopped cursing instantly, turned around and went into the house to get the eggs.
These days, most families were not well off, so they would save the eggs laid by their chickens and exchange them for soybeans, cornmeal, whole-grain flour, food coupons, or something like that.
Few people are willing to cook it for themselves.
Just keep a few eggs of poor quality, most of which are left for the elderly in the house.
"Grandma, I want to eat sugar-coated eggs too." Qian Dabao stuffed half an egg in his hand into his mouth, jumped off the bench, followed and grabbed the corner of Old Lady Qian's clothes, muttering.
"Okay, okay, okay. Grandma, please cook two sugar-water eggs for my Dabao as well." Old Mrs. Qian responded repeatedly.
"Grandma, I want to eat three sugar-water eggs." Qian Dabao pulled on the corner of Old Lady Qian's clothes and acted coquettishly.
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"Okay, okay, grandma will cook three sugar-water eggs for my Dabao." Old Mrs. Qian responded with a smile.
"Mom..." Qian Zhizhi pouted.
"I'll cook six, three for you aunt and niece each." Old Mrs. Qian said with a smile.
"Mom is so nice!" Qian Zhizhi jumped up happily and went to Old Lady Qian's side, holding her arm and acting coquettishly.
"You're so nice!" Qian Dabao followed suit, pulling on the corner of Old Lady Qian's clothes and speaking sweetly.
After eating three sugar-water eggs, Qian Dabao took his slingshot and went to play with his friends in the village.
Qian Zhizhi pushed the bowl away, wiped her mouth, got up and went to Old Lady Qian's room.
At this time, Old Mrs. Qian was packing things in the long cabinet.
She was reluctant to eat the cakes and pastries that Li Qiuhua brought, so she locked them all in a long cupboard, intending to keep them as return gifts for her daughter's in-laws when they came to visit.
Hearing the footsteps, Old Mrs. Qian pursed her lips and motioned Qian Zhizhi to look at the things in the long cabinet.
These things were the dowry she saved for her daughter.
Qian Zhizhi stretched her head and her eyes immediately lit up.
Dragon and Phoenix towels, mandarin duck pillows, ceramic jars, kettles...
After looking at them one by one, Qian Zhizhi frowned and said, "Mom, why is there no cotton wool?"
She had already agreed with him that the dowry would be 100 yuan and he would also buy her a ladies' watch.
What would his mother think of her if her family couldn't even afford two quilts as a dowry?
As soon as she entered the house, she would be suppressed by his snobbish sister-in-law and could not even raise her head.
"I asked your uncle to help me find cotton two years ago, but the cotton production has been low in the past two years, and the cotton allocated to each family is not enough for themselves, so there is no extra to sell." Old Mrs. Qian sighed.
Nowadays, every family has one or two children who are getting married, and everyone would not want to save the little cotton that is allocated for their own daughters and sons.
Unless they are a family waiting for rice to be cooked, but where would such a family get extra cotton? !
"Don't second sister-in-law have two ready-made beds?!" Qian Zhizhi glanced in the direction of Shen Zhimei and Qian Xingwang's house.
(End of this chapter)