Chapter 008 He is sad
People of this generation are most afraid of others saying that they have bad ideological awareness. If this gets out, their reputation will be ruined.
Wen Kexin was just poking at her aunt's lungs to prevent her from continuing to be arrogant and domineering at home.
Zhang Guihua got angry when she heard that, and waved her big hand like a palm-leaf fan, trying to hit Wen Kexin fiercely.
Song Mo rushed over and blocked the other party in time, saying with a gloomy face: "Aunt, my wife doesn't need you to teach her a lesson. She has the energy to take care of the three sons you raised who eat for free."
Although he had not been in the Wen family for long, he could see that the second wife was just a servant at home and was bullied; while the three brats in the first wife were so spoiled that they would not even help when an expensive woman fell over.
Not only is Mrs. Wen biased, but more reasons lie with the woman in front of him.
Zhang Guihua could never have dreamed that Song Mo would protect Daya so much.
I was about to curse a few words, but when I saw the other person's tall and strong figure and the sharp eyes looking at me, I had to suppress the curse at the tip of my throat.
He said something boastful: "Our Wen family's affairs don't need you, Song, to get involved!"
She didn't know that her mother-in-law and sister-in-law wanted to go back on their word, and she thought Song Mo was Daya's man, which was why they attacked him so angrily.
Old Lady Wen was worried about offending Song Mo, so she glared at Zhang Guihua and said, "Old lady, you're tired after a day, go back to your room and rest, don't get involved in anything."
Although Zhang Guihua didn't understand why her mother-in-law, who always sided with her, came to her, she obediently turned around and went back to the house.
Wen Kexin looked at the old lady and said, "Grandma, quickly take out the money for my father's medical treatment."
Just now, people kept coming back to the house, and the old lady's action of taking money was interrupted.
At this moment, the old lady rolled her eyes and said, "It's already this late. There will be no one at the hospital at night. Let's talk about it tomorrow morning."
Wen Kexin was worried about the long nights and the many troubles she might have, and she was even more worried about her father's health.
My father’s injuries are very serious. It is definitely not possible to go to the town hospital. We must go to the county hospital to be safe.
It takes more than an hour to get to the county hospital by ox cart. For safety reasons, it is indeed inconvenient to travel at night.
She looked at Granny Wen and said, "Grandma, my father's leg has been injured for a few days. You just agreed to it. Now take out the money and borrow a bullock cart tomorrow morning. We will leave at dawn so as not to wake you up early in the morning."
Old Lady Wen glared at her fiercely and tried to procrastinate. "You little bitch, are you done yet? I've already agreed to pay, and you still have the final say? Come back to me tomorrow morning to get the money."
Song Mo understood that Old Mrs. Wen was a stingy person and it was harder for her to get money than to give up her life.
He said sarcastically, "I will bring the bullock cart here tomorrow morning. What if you don't get up? Hurry up and take the money. If you keep making excuses, my fists won't recognize you."
Old Mrs. Wen didn't want to offend Song Mo. Not only was she afraid of her daughter's complaints, she was also afraid that this man would get angry and use his fists.
"Okay, can't I give it to you?"
Although I felt unhappy, I had to take out twenty yuan from the cabinet and handed it over. I frowned deeply and handed it over and said, "Keep it. Don't bother me tomorrow morning."
Song Mo took it and handed it to Wen Kexin.
Wen Kexin put the money away, actually putting it into the space.
Wen Hehua, who was hiding behind Old Lady Wen, rolled her eyes to the sky, but even though she was filled with anger, she had to endure it.
The sourness in my heart took root and sprouted like weeds.
At this time, Wang Qiaolian had prepared dinner.
Dinner was simple, just like every day, a big pot of porridge made with sorghum rice and sweet potatoes.
It is the 1970s, and the Wen family is neither rich nor poor in the village.
For so many years, the Wen family’s food supply has been managed by Old Lady Wen, who only gives out as much as the family eats at each meal.
When it was time to eat, Old Lady Wen was in charge of serving the rice. She divided the family members into different levels and served herself a bowl of dry food first.
Then came Wen Hehua, the eldest son and three grandsons, the eldest daughter-in-law, then Wen Jiancheng and several children, and finally Wang Qiaolian.
When it was the second wife's turn, there were hardly any rice grains left in the porridge.
That’s not all. The old lady often cheated on her with the first wife and her daughter Lotus, which made life difficult for the second wife and their children.
They can only eat half full at every meal, and that is rice soup which has little nutrition, so they are getting thinner and thinner.
The old lady didn't take much rice, and Wang Qiaolian was reluctant to let her eldest daughter and brother-in-law go back.
"Ke Xin, why don't you drink a bowl of rice soup before you leave?"
After getting the money for medical treatment, I still had to go to the team leader to borrow a ox cart.
Wen Kexin didn't want to stay and snatch the rice soup from her parents' mouths, so she said to Song Mo, "Let's go back and have dinner. I'll go into the house to see my father and then leave."
Song Mo nodded and said, "Go ahead, I'll wait for you."
Wen Kexin walked into the house and found her father looking at her. She knew that he had not slept yet and must have heard what had happened outside.
He sighed in his heart, but said calmly on the surface: "Dad, I will go borrow a bullock cart now, and drive it over tomorrow morning to take you to the hospital to have your leg fixed."
Wen Jiancheng did hear what happened outside just now, and he knew it would not be easy for his daughter to get money for medical treatment from her mother.
"Ke Xin, your grandma didn't pay much, did she? Otherwise, Dad's leg wouldn't have been cured..."
Wen Kexin whispered in a comforting tone: "Dad, don't let your imagination run wild. Song Mo has given me money. Your leg will definitely be cured."
Wen Jiancheng was shocked. He didn't expect his son-in-law to care about him so much. The child was a good one. His daughter had met a good man.
He said in a trembling voice: "You must thank him. This money is a loan from me, and I will definitely pay it back in the future."
"Dad, don't worry about it. I'll pay you back. Oh, my mother-in-law asked me to bring some cakes. You, mom, sister and brother will eat them later. Don't let other people in the family know. Eat more, so you can be strong."
As she spoke, she took out an oil-paper bag from her chest, which contained four or five steamed bean-filled steamed buns.
Of course, these bean pies were taken out from the space.
It was her consciousness that entered the space and wrapped a few bean-filled steamed buns in wrapping paper and took them out now.
She wanted to take out a few meat-filled buns from the space, but unfortunately she didn't have a bag in her hand. Although her clothes were baggy, they couldn't hide the buns. She could only take out a few cakes and use her mother-in-law as an excuse.
Wen Jiancheng took the paper bag and felt warm.
The girl almost cried. She knew the situation at home and felt sorry for them, so she brought food back from her husband's house.
He quickly hid the paper package in the quilt and said with a snort: "Ke Xin, don't take things from your in-laws' house in the future. Don't let your son-in-law and the Song family look down on you."
Wen Kexin comforted him, "Dad, I know what's going on, don't worry."
Turning around, they left the house and went back.
These days, Wen Jiancheng was bedridden, and Wang Qiaolian brought the couple's porridge back to the house for them to eat.
After she closed the door with the porridge, Wen Jiancheng took out a few cakes and whispered, "These are given by the eldest daughter's mother-in-law. They are still warm. Eat more."
Wang Qiaolian glanced at the white flour cake and whispered gratefully, "I've heard that the old lady of the Song family is sensible. She is still so particular about doing things even though she is still sick. In fact, we should leave the two children at home for a meal, but it's a pity that we can't make the decision."
The honest and simple Wen Jiancheng gnashed his teeth and whispered, "You and the children have suffered so much over the years. Go to the hospital for treatment tomorrow. I want to divide the family property when I come back."
Wang Qiaolian looked at him blankly. Her man was the most filial to his mother, and the things that happened after he was injured obviously made him sad.
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