When Shen Zhimei returned to Old Qian's house carrying cotton wool, Old Mrs. Qian was sitting in the yard basking in the sun, while Qian Dabao was poking an ant nest in the corner of the wall with a small stick.
Seeing Shen Zhimei coming back with cotton quilt on her back, Old Lady Qian curled her lips.
"Mom!" Shen Zhimei lowered her head and called out timidly.
"Don't! I don't deserve to be called your mother." Old Mrs. Qian sneered, "What kind of thing has been left in our Qian family?"
"Mom, I was wrong." Shen Zhimei didn't dare to look up.
The moment she decided to come back, she was mentally prepared.
"Wrong! How could you be wrong? If you were wrong, it was me, an old woman, who was wrong. I shouldn't have let you into my Qian's house in the first place." Old Mrs. Qian snorted coldly.
"But now it's all right. You've freed up your position. I'm thinking of finding a virgin girl who's easy to bear and raise for my Xingwang, so that he can have a big fat son next year."
Hearing this, Shen Zhimei couldn't help but tears up in her eyes.
After a moment, her legs went limp and she knelt down.
Old Madam Qian curled her lips in mockery, and the smugness in her eyes was not concealed at all.
"Mom, I was wrong. Please forgive me this time for the sake of giving birth to two daughters for Xingwang." Shen Zhimei's tears dripped down her drooping eyebrows, and fell one by one into the mud in front of her knees.
Soon a large area was soaked.
"You'd better leave quickly! Carry your new cotton quilt back to your parents' home, otherwise people will see you and say that I am torturing you." Old Mrs. Qian raised her chin and curled the corners of her mouth.
She wanted to see whether her widow mother, who had a little child and was dragging around a lot of medicine bottles, could still support her and those two money-losing guys.
"Mom, I really know I was wrong. These two quilts and cotton are for Zhizhi's dowry."
Shen Zhimei crawled to Old Lady Qian's feet, hurriedly took off the cotton quilt on her back and put it on the recliner next to Old Lady Qian, then took out the five Big Unity banknotes and a pile of Mao Zedong's banknotes from her pocket and held them in front of Old Lady Qian.
When old lady Qian looked at the five Great Unity notes and the scattered Mao Zedong banknotes, her cloudy old eyes suddenly lit up.
"Where did you get this money? Did you go out and hook up with a wild man and he gave it to you?"
As she spoke, Mrs. Qian put the five Great Unity notes and the scattered Mao bills into her own pocket as a matter of course.
"My mother gave it to me." Shen Zhimei explained hurriedly.
Old Mrs. Qian pouted, "You are kidding a fool! Your widow mother is capable of not owing the production team money to feed the famine, and she even has money to give you!"
"It was really given to me by my mother." Shen Zhimei said, and in panic she took out the two unopened packets of milk powder from her bag and handed them to Old Lady Qian.
"My younger sister writes for a magazine in Beijing and earns about a hundred yuan every month." Shen Zhimei explained quickly.
About a hundred yuan...
Old Mrs. Qian was completely stunned.
He Chunsheng, who lived at the east end of the village, worked as a worker in a machinery factory, earning 30 yuan a month. He Chunsheng's snobbish mother walked with her head held high every day, as if she were the wife of an official.
He looks down on this one and thinks that one is not good enough.
She looked as if no one except a fairy was worthy of her He Chunsheng.
"Is that sickly kid in your family so powerful? Can he earn so much money by writing something like that?" Old Mrs. Qian looked at Shen Zhimei suspiciously, with a bit of scrutiny in her eyes.
"It's true. My younger sister asked her classmate's cousin to buy the cotton wool and milk powder at the department store." Shen Zhimei shrank her neck and said tremblingly.
Old Madam Qian stared at Shen Zhimei for a long while, then said with a curled lip, "Get up!"
"I asked you to get up, but you couldn't hear me? What? You still want an old woman like me to ask you to get up?" Old Mrs. Qian frowned and looked at Shen Zhimei with some disgust.
Sometimes she felt that this bitch was a perfect match for her good-for-nothing second son.
They are all equally pathetic!
Shen Zhimei stood up carefully.
Without waiting for Old Lady Qian to speak, Shen Zhimei took the initiative to bring the cotton wool on the recliner into Old Lady Qian's room.
Old Mrs. Qian followed closely behind with milk powder in her hand, as if she was guarding against thieves.
The two little girls frowned as they watched the snow-white cotton wool disappear at the door of Old Lady Qian's house, with a hint of reluctance in their eyes.
"Why did you come back again, you money-loser? Is it because your widow grandmother doesn't have enough food to feed you?" After poking the ants' nest, Qian Dabao walked up to Daya and Erya, swinging a small stick.
"My grandma's family eats rice porridge, scrambled eggs, meat buns, and braised pork every day." Daya glared at Qian Dabao and said loudly.
"My aunt also cooked sugar-water eggs and pork ribs for us, and gave us glutinous rice noodles, big apples and big peaches to eat." Erya also stretched her neck and said in a baby voice.
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"You are really good at making up stories. Big apples and big peaches. Have you two money-losing guys ever seen what big apples and big peaches look like?" Qian Dabao curled his lips.
His grandmother had so much money in her cupboard, but she was reluctant to buy him big apples and peaches. How could these two money-losing widows be willing to buy them the big apples and peaches that city people eat?
"Your widow grandmother's house is so good, why did you come back?" Qian Dabao rolled his eyes and said with a smile.
The expressions of the two sisters, Daya and Erya, suddenly changed.
Qian Dabao, who thought he had guessed correctly, laughed and clapped his hands, "The money-losing guy is a liar, the money-losing guy is a liar..."
Daya gritted her teeth and said, "We didn't lie. We are not liars..."
Erya put the small bag on the ground and took out an apple that she was reluctant to eat yesterday. She held it in front of Qian Dabao with both hands and asked, "Is this a big apple?"
The sweet fragrance of the apple made Qian Dabao swallow hard.
Seeing Qian Dabao's action, Erya reacted almost instantly and quickly took the apple back.
At this moment, she didn't care about the bag on the ground and ran into the house with the apple in her arms.
Unfortunately, his calves were short, and in the blink of an eye Qian Dabao grabbed his hair.
Qian Dabao exerted force on his hands, and Erya burst into tears due to the pain.
Daya wanted to go up to help, but was kicked down by Qian Dabao. Before she could get up, the apple had already fallen into Qian Dabao's hands.
"Crack!" Qian Dabao took a bite, and a big hole immediately appeared on the red apple.
Erya screamed "Wow" and burst into tears.
When Old Lady Qian and Shen Zhimei came out one after another, they saw the whole yard in chaos.
Old Madam Qian frowned and shouted angrily, "You unlucky star, why are you crying? I'm not dead yet."
Shen Zhimei quickly stepped forward and covered Erya's mouth, and said carefully: "Mom, don't be angry, I will go back to the house to teach them."
"Go back to the house? What house? Can't you see that there are so many things to do at home? I think you are just too lazy." Old Mrs. Qian pinched her waist and cursed.
(End of this chapter)