"You short-lived ghost, I tell you, you will not have a good ending." Shen Zhilan bit her back teeth.

Since the relationship had already fallen out, Shen Zhilan had no more scruples.

"Hu Banxian said that you won't live past the age of 18. I want to see how long you can last."

"There are 365 days in a year, and you spend 300 days drinking that stinky medicine soup. I don't know why you are still alive. If I were you, I would have just pissed and drowned myself."

"You still have the nerve to blame the Su family for not wanting you. With a short-lived person like you, who knows how long you can live? You might have to buy a coffin for the funeral right after the wedding banquet..."

Seeing that Shen Zhilan was still refusing to calm down after being thrown out, Li Qiuhua brought out the morning dishwater, opened the door and poured it directly at Shen Zhilan who was still cursing.

“Crash…”

Shen Zhilan, whose hair and coat were originally wet, was now completely soaked.

"Get out!" Li Qiuhua gritted his teeth and roared.

Shen Zhilan was frightened by Li Qiuhua's ferocious look and was stunned for a moment. She covered her mouth and ran away crying.

Li Qiuhua closed the door with his backhand.

"Don't listen to your second sister's nonsense. That Hu Banxian is just a charlatan who eats and drinks for free. You can't believe what he says." Li Qiuhua looked at Shen Zhihuan anxiously, afraid that the little girl would think too much.

Doctor Hua said that the recurring illness of the little girl was largely due to excessive worry and lack of emotional control.

"Mom, I know." Shen Zhihuan took the wooden basin from Li Qiuhua with a smile and put it back in the kitchen.

The original owner had known Hu Banxian's prophecy since he could remember.

Actually, this is all thanks to Shen Zhilan.

Brothers from the same mother.

How great a hatred must one have to wish for one's own sister to die?

Is it because the original owner was weak and couldn't work? Shen Zhihuan, who grew up alone with his grandparents, couldn't figure it out and couldn't understand it.

As for the so-called prophecy...

The original owner is gone, so the prophecy should have been fulfilled.

Even if the prophecy really happened to her, what could she do?! Left and right...

If it is a blessing, there will be no disaster. If it is a disaster, you can't avoid it.

Let it be! "Go lie down on the bed for a while! Mom will call you when the meal is ready." Li Qiuhua followed into the kitchen and started washing the pot.

Because Xiao Weidong had to rush to school after lunch at home after school, the Shen family also had lunch earlier.

"Mom, I'm not a child anymore. I will go to rest when I'm tired." Shen Zhihuan sat behind the stove and grabbed a handful of dry leaves and put them into the stove.

Watching the red flames rise, he licked the bottom of the pot with glee.

Shen Zhihuan's mouth corners slightly raised.

Think of that sentence...

Life is half fireworks and half joy.

Thinking of another kind of fireworks, Shen Zhihuan looked up, "Mom, with Mrs. Qian's temper, I'm afraid she will be annoyed recently. You have to be mentally prepared."

He is a shameless person who only cares about money.

The original owner's eldest sister said this rudely, and who knows what evil thoughts the old woman might have.

"Don't worry, mother knows her limits." Li Qiuhua looked at the increasingly heavy rain outside the window, with a hint of anger in her eyes.

If her own mother doesn't care about her own daughter, what's the point of her caring about her two granddaughters?

A few days ago, she made an appointment with He Chunsheng to go to the department store in the city to look at ladies' watches today...

Damn rain, it didn’t fall earlier or later, but it fell today.

Shen Zhimei glanced at Qian Zhizhi, who looked a little unhappy, and moved timidly towards Old Lady Qian, fearing that she would accidentally make Qian Zhizhi unhappy again.

Qian Zhizhi looked at Shen Zhimei, who was shrinking her neck like a quail, and couldn't help rolling her eyes.

She had seen many cowardly daughters-in-law, but she had never seen one as cowardly as Shen Zhimei.

Niu Er's mother is such a bitch, she beat her daughter-in-law to death, but I've never seen Niu Er's daughter-in-law be as cowardly as her.

With her cowardly appearance, there's no way she can give birth to a son!

"Mom, what are we having for lunch today?" Shen Zhimei asked cautiously.

"I want to eat braised pork, I want to eat big meat buns, I want to eat large spare ribs, I want to eat apples, peaches, glutinous rice noodles, and egg cakes. Do you have any?" Old Mrs. Qian paused while cracking melon seeds and said angrily.

Shen Zhimei bit her lip and dared not say another word.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

"Who has made mother unhappy again?" Qian Xingsheng's mumbling and footsteps came from the next room.

"Bang!" The door that had just opened a crack closed again in an instant.

Then came the sound of the door bolt falling.

"Don't make trouble for no reason." Xie Xiaofen, with her hand still on the door bolt, rolled her eyes at Qian Xingsheng and pulled him back to the bed.

Ever since the mother and her two daughters came back, Old Lady Qian has been putting on this drama every day.

"Mom, how about I go dig some wild vegetables and make some wild vegetable soup?" Shen Zhimei asked hesitantly.

Old Madam Qian looked at Shen Zhimei with a long face, "Then why are you still standing here? Are you waiting for me to invite eight sedan chairs to carry you?"

Shen Zhimei shrank her neck and hurried to get the bamboo hat and backpack hanging in the corner of the kitchen.

Qian Xingwang, who was standing nearby, looked at the increasingly heavy rain, frowned and whispered, "Mom, it's raining so hard outside, why don't we steam some steamed buns and make some sweet potato porridge today..."

Old Mrs. Qian stood up suddenly.

"Steamed bread? Sweet potato porridge? You sound so simple. What can we do with the grain distributed in the autumn harvest? Zhizhi will soon get married. If she gets married, will her relatives, friends, and neighbors come to gnaw on your bones or drink the blood of an old man like me?"

"Throughout the year, we have to deal with social interactions, eating, drinking, defecating and urinating. With such a big family and so many mouths to feed, how can we not spend money?"

"If you run out of food and you go to the supply and marketing cooperative and smile at people, will they give you any?"

Qian Xingwang lowered his head and dared not say anything.

Daya and Erya, who were standing next to Qian Xingwang, frowned and watched Shen Zhimei go out in the rain, with a hint of worry in their eyes.

"What are you looking at? Go feed the chickens, do you still want to be a young lady? Don't you think you have the luck to do that?" Old Mrs. Qian glared at Daya and Erya viciously.

The two little girls were so frightened that they trembled and ran into the kitchen quickly, pouring the earthworms they had dug yesterday into the chicken trough.

"Sister, I miss my aunt, grandma and uncle. I also want to eat the rice porridge and braised pork cooked by grandma." Erya bit her lip and said with tears in her eyes.

Erya actually wanted to say that she still wanted to eat the egg cakes, glutinous rice sticks, and White Rabbit milk candies that her aunt bought for them, and she also wanted to...

"Erya, be good. When mom is free in a while, she will take us to grandma's house." Daya glanced at Old Lady Qian and Qian Zhizhi who were sitting at the door of the main room eating melon seeds, raised her hand to wipe Erya's tears, and comforted her in a low voice.

"Sister, I want to learn to read from my uncle." Erya looked at Daya with tears in her eyes and sobbed.

"Sister will teach you." Daya glanced at the door of the main room again, and seeing that the two people who were eating melon seeds were not paying attention there, she quietly pulled Erya back into the house.

(End of this chapter)