After hearing what Old Lady Qian said, Shen Zhimei naturally didn't dare to go back to the house. She quickly put on the backpack and went out with the two little girls.

Qian Dabao made a face at the backs of the people, turned around and ran to Old Lady Qian.

"Grandma, try it. The big apple that I brought back with me for losing money is so sweet." Qian Dabao stood on tiptoe and fed the apple to old lady Qian's mouth.

"If I don't want milk, you should drink it." Old Mrs. Qian smiled with wrinkles on her face.

She really didn't expect that the sickly guy who could fly into the sky with a little wind could earn so much money by writing such a crap thing.

"Grandma, those two money-losing bastards said that their widowed grandmother cooked rice porridge for them every day, and also cooked braised pork, spare ribs and meat buns for them." Qian Dabao retracted his hand, took two bites of the apple, and looked up.

"From now on, grandma will cook braised pork, spare ribs, and steamed meat buns for you every day." Old Mrs. Qian glanced in the direction of Qian Xingwang and Shen Zhimei's house and said with a smile.

"Milky is the best." Qian Dabao cheered. .Shen Family "A-choo! A-choo! A-choo!"

Shen Zhihuan, who was concentrating on writing a manuscript, sneezed several times in a row.

She looked up at the bright sunshine outside the yard, then turned back to the house and put on a coat.

This body is really not strong enough.

When Shen Zhihuan thought of how Shen Zhimei looked when she left, he rubbed his swollen temples with a headache.

"Zhihuan, why don't we go to Zhulin Village to visit your elder sister?" Li Qiuhua walked in with red eyes and a worried look on her face.

Seeing Comrade Li Qiuhua, who had finally stopped crying after much persuasion, turning back again, Shen Zhihuan felt his head hurt even more.

"What will you do after that?" Shen Zhihuan looked up at Li Qiuhua.

Since the original owner's elder sister chose to go back now, all she had to do was apologize, admit her mistake, and then obediently hand over the two quilts and cotton.

Does she have a second way to go? Will Mrs. Qian give her a second way?

"She is your elder sister, how could you..." Li Qiuhua began to wipe her tears again.

The older woman is honest and soft-tempered. If she had half the ambition of the younger woman...

"Mom, my eldest sister insists on going back. What do you want me to do?" Shen Zhihuan had a severe headache.

As an adult with independent thinking ability, the original owner's elder sister made her own choices, so she must bear the consequences herself.

As the mother of two little girls, she couldn't stand up on her own. Even if the Monkey King held his golden cudgel from behind to support her, she still couldn't stand up.

"Mom, when my eldest sister comes back, don't give her money or things." Shen Zhihuan thought for a moment and added, "Don't give her anything, not even a needle or a thread."

"What you mean is..." Li Qiuhua frowned.

"I hope I'm overthinking it." Shen Zhihuan rubbed his temple which was becoming more and more painful.

What she didn't expect was that just a few days after Shen Zhimei left, Shen Zhilan came back in the drizzle.

Seeing Shen Zhihuan sitting at the dinner table writing something, Shen Zhilan gave Shen Zhihuan a cold look and ran straight to Li Qiuhua's room.

Because of the rain, the villagers did not go to work. Li Qiuhua sent little Weidong to school with an umbrella, and then hurried back to sew a jacket for Shen Zhihuan.

One autumn rain brings one colder day; ten autumn rains bring the need for cotton.

Hearing footsteps, Li Qiuhua looked up and saw Shen Zhilan walking into the house with wet hair.

Li Qiuhua quickly got up, went outside to get a dry towel and stuffed it into Shen Zhilan's hand, then turned around and went to look for clothes in the box.

"It's raining so hard outside, and you didn't even bring an umbrella when you went out."

Shen Zhilan's gloomy gaze fell on the floral jacket sewn by Li Qiuhua, and her hands did not move at all.

After Li Qiuhua found the clothes, she noticed something was wrong with her second daughter.

"What's wrong with you? Did you have a fight with Zhongyi?" Li Qiuhua put the clothes on the bed and held Shen Zhilan's hand with some concern.

Li Qiuhua was startled and frowned, "Whose gossip did you listen to? You are not my child, then tell me, who gave birth to you?"

Is it false that she was pregnant for ten months?

Which old woman who gave birth to a child without an anus spread such a rumor?

"You said I was your child, so let me ask you, you gave my elder sister two quilts and two kilograms of cotton, why don't I have any?" Shen Zhilan was so angry that she threw the towel in her hand to the ground.

She accepted that she couldn't compare to that short-lived guy.

Who made her not as likable as that short-lived ghost?

But, what makes Shen Zhimei do that?

Because she's stupid, because she's foolish, because she has no brains? "Gossiping?" Shen Zhilan sneered and said angrily, "Go ask around in Zhulin Village. Everyone knows that in order to go back to the Qian family, the eldest sister gave all the cotton wool, the fifty-six and thirty cents you gave her, and the two bags of milk powder to old woman Qian."

Li Qiuhua stared at Shen Zhilan and was stunned for a moment.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Seeing Li Qiuhua's reaction, Shen Zhilan laughed, "Thanks to your eldest daughter, everyone now knows what kind of articles the third girl from the Shen family in Panshi Village writes for a magazine in Beijing, and she can earn a hundred or so yuan a month."

Li Qiuhua was so angry that her whole body was shaking.

"Mom, my elder sister and that sickly girl are your daughters. Am I not your daughter as well? Why are you so partial?" Shen Zhilan laughed and then started crying.

How is she inferior to that fool and that short-lived guy?

"Shen Zhilan, those things were given to my elder sister by me, not by mother." Shen Zhihuan couldn't stand it anymore and pushed open the door.

Shen Zhilan glared at Shen Zhihuan fiercely and raised her hand to wipe away the tears from her eyes.

"Shen Zhilan, it's my freedom to give the money I earn to whomever I want. You...don't even think about it." Shen Zhihuan leaned against the door frame, a hint of sarcasm in his smart eyes.

Shen Zhilan gritted her teeth and said, "Short-lived ghost, no matter how much money you make, you still have to live..."

“Bang!”

Li Qiuhua raised his hand and slapped him.

"Get out of here." Li Qiuhua's face turned pale.

Shen Zhilan covered her face, her eyes red, "You hit me again."

"Get out!" Li Qiuhua pointed in the direction of the courtyard gate with a gloomy face.

Shen Zhihuan immediately gave up his seat at the door.

This will prevent Shen Zhilan from going crazy and pushing her.

I have to say that Shen Zhihuan's premonition was really accurate. The next second, Shen Zhilan rushed out of the house with a fierce momentum. The reckless appearance scared Shen Zhihuan so much that he quickly took two steps back.

Shen Zhilan glared at Shen Zhihuan angrily, the light in her eyes seemed to be poisoned.

"Short-lived ghost, I'm waiting to see when you will ..."

Without waiting for Shen Zhilan to finish her words, Li Qiuhua rushed out, grabbed her arm and dragged her towards the gate.

After throwing the man out of the door, Li Qiuhua closed the gate.

"Mom, just protect this short-lived girl! I wonder how long you can protect her." Shen Zhilan's cursing voice was heard from outside the courtyard gate.

"Even if I die, you can't take a penny from me." Shen Zhihuan said calmly.

(End of this chapter)