Early the next morning, Shen Zhihuan, who had been reading until midnight, was having a sound dream when he heard a crackling sound from the yard.

Shen Zhihuan pulled the quilt over his head.

After a while, there was the sound of ping-pong again.

Unable to bear the noise, Shen Zhihuan went straight into the resort.

I hadn't turned a few pages of the review materials when I heard a frantic knock on the door.

"Auntie, auntie..."

"Auntie, auntie..."

"Third sister, third sister..."

"You guys go play somewhere else first, and let your aunt sleep a little longer." Shen Zhihuan hurried out of the resort, put on his coat, and gave each of the three little ones a big apple.

After sending the three little guys away, Shen Zhihuan closed the door, locked it, and continued to look at her review materials.

In the yard, Daya, Erya and Xiao Weidong each held a big apple and bit into it with a crunching sound, making Qian Dabao drool with envy.

"Grandma, I want a big apple too." Qian Dabao was also a bully at home. He didn't dare to snatch the apple when he went out. He could only pull at the corner of Grandma Qian's clothes and cry.

Old Mrs. Qian glanced at the apples in Daya and Erya's hands, and started calling Shen Zhimei at the top of her voice, the sound almost blew off the thatched roof of the Shen family.

Shen Zhimei, who was busy in the kitchen, came out in panic after hearing this.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

"If you think this old man like me is unnecessary, you could just chop me to death with a knife. There is no need to humiliate our Qian family like this. There are only four children in the yard. What's the point of taking three apples?" Old Mrs. Qian pinched her waist and started scolding.

It doesn't matter whether this is the Shen family or her old Qian's family.

Shen Zhimei glanced at the apples in the hands of Xiao Weidong, Daya, and Erya, and quickly apologized, "Mom, don't be angry, the children are ignorant."

As he spoke, he winked at Daya, indicating that she should give the apple to Qian Dabao.

Daya pursed her lips and timidly handed the apple that she had just taken a few bites of to Qian Dabao.

As Qian Dabao stretched out his hand, Old Lady Qian slapped the apple in Daya's hand to the ground.

The huge apple rolled out far away with a "bang bang".

Daya was so frightened that she trembled and pursed her lips, not daring to cry.

"You bastard, you bastard, you gave a rotten apple to my Dabao. Who are you humiliating?" Old Mrs. Qian poked Shen Zhimei's forehead with her finger.

The thin Shen Zhimei was caught off guard and staggered when she was poked by her short and fat fingers.

Li Qiuhua, who had just finished his work, changed his expression immediately when he heard Old Lady Qian's harsh scolding. He put down the steamer in his hand and came out.

"Mrs. Qian, if you want to curse someone, go back to your old Qian family and curse them. Don't try to show off in our Shen family."

Being named, Old Lady Qian became even more angry and started to yell, "Ms. Li, don't think that just because your husband is back and you have someone to back you up, I, Chen Ah He, am afraid of you. Let me tell you, if you piss me off, I will have my son chase this chicken that won't lay eggs away."

Li Qiuhua was so angry that she was about to kick the person out, but Shen Zhimei, with red eyes, shook her head at her pleadingly, signaling her to stop talking.

Seeing this, Mrs. Qian became even more proud.

"Grandma, I want to eat a big apple." Qian Dabao, who was standing next to Old Lady Qian, glanced at the apples in Xiao Weidong and Erya's hands and swallowed.

Shen Zhimei quickly turned her head and looked at Li Qiuhua...

At this time, Shen Xiaoqing took out two apples from the house, gave one to Qian Dabao, and handed the other to Daya, who was in tears.

After getting the apple, Qian Dabao opened his mouth wide and took a bite with a "crunch", just like Zhu Bajie eating the ginseng fruit.

After pacifying these little ancestors, Li Qiuhua and others returned to the kitchen to continue their work.

Old Mrs. Qian, Qian Zhizhi and Qian Dabao continued to eat melon seeds in the yard.

Not long after, Shen Zhilan and her family also arrived.

"If you can write some crappy article that can make money, I'll buy you ten sweaters, not just one." Old Mrs. Qian rolled her eyes at Qian Zhizhi.

He has good arms and legs, can run and jump, but he is not even as good as a sickly sickling.

Not only did I waste so much paper and not earn a penny, but I also had to pay her a dollar or two for the envelope.

Old Mrs. Qian felt a pang of pain in her heart just thinking about it.

"Sister-in-law Qian, you're here early." Old Mrs. Yang smiled and sat down next to Old Mrs. Qian.

"We are not as busy as you nobles, so we come to help early." Old Mrs. Qian said with a smile.

"Why don't I see my in-laws?" Old Mrs. Yang glanced at the empty main room.

"He said he was going out for a walk." Old Mrs. Qian curled her lips.

Ever since she realized that she couldn't get any benefits from the Shen family, she hated this family.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

I earn so much money a month, what's wrong with helping my sisters? The Shen family is so poor that they don't even want to give a penny to their sisters.

A typical miser who never spends a penny.

Don't you think about it? With her sick body, how many years can she live? No matter how much money she makes, what's the point?! If she closes her eyes, it won't necessarily benefit anyone! If it wasn't for the fact that this meal was free, she wouldn't bother to come!

"I heard that your in-laws are from the capital?" Old Mrs. Yang lowered her voice.

"Who knows?" Old Mrs. Qian's lips curled even more.

Just let him say it.

She also said that her family has a big tiled house!

Thinking of the big tiled house, Old Lady Qian looked at Old Lady Yang, her tone unable to conceal her envy, "Did you see the big tiled house over there when you came here? I don't know who was rich enough to build it, and they used blue bricks."

These days, having a few red brick and tile houses is a big deal.

Still blue bricks...

I dare not even think about it.

"Look, he must be a rich person in this village. Ordinary people would not be willing to use blue bricks to build a house." Old Lady Yang also showed envy.

She had some money saved, but she felt reluctant to use it all at once to build a house.

My daughter has grown up, but her dowry has not yet been prepared.

There are also family relationships, which all cost money.

Her savings are all gone. If she gets sick or has a disaster in the future, she will have to lie at home and wait to die.

"Dongzi, whose house was built next door?" Shen Zhilan and her husband were squatting in the yard teaching their son, who had just been able to stand, to walk. When they heard the two old ladies talking, they asked curiously.

Xiao Weidong, Daya and Erya were whispering something. When they heard Shen Zhilan's question, they replied without turning their heads.

“My family built it.”

Xiao Weidong was holding an apple in his mouth and his words were a little vague. Shen Zhilan didn't hear clearly and asked again: "Whose family did you say built it?"

"We built it at home." Little Weidong swallowed the apple in his mouth and repeated it word by word.

The people who were cracking melon seeds in the yard were suddenly dumbfounded.

"You said it was built by our family?" Shen Zhilan suspected that she had misheard and asked again without giving up.

"We built it!" Xiao Weidong nodded.

(End of this chapter)