But it’s good now, but what about in the future? When the old couple can no longer work, will their family really be supported by their brother-in-law’s family?
"Sheng Yanjun, I'm going to ask you one last time, are you going to the town with me?" Hui Ping put her hands on her waist and yelled at Sheng Yanjun with a dark face.
Seeing him look nonchalant, Hui Ping got angry. Sometimes, she really couldn't blame the villagers for gossiping about their family. They were all one family, three brothers and sisters. Look at how they are doing now, and then look at Sheng Yanjun now. No matter how much they try to help him, he can't get ahead.
Although the work at the transport factory was not something that could make people rich, it was still a respectable job. If he didn't want to do it, then he could just sell his job. She thought about sitting at home and selling biscuits and dry food in the town, but Sheng Yanjun refused. If he didn't want to do it, she wouldn't let him go.
"There are so many people selling things in this town, and you know you can make money?" Sheng Yanjun threw the melon seeds in his hand on the table, very impatient.
"I told you I've checked, no one in town sells the kind of cakes I make. Besides, the market is so big, we can just buy some and it will be better than now."
"You also know that there are many people doing business in the town. They all know how to make money. But what about you? You stay at home every day and earn a few work points. How are you going to support your family in the future?" Huiping was so angry. To be honest, the method of making quilts was taught by Nanqiao. Nanqiao had made them for her mother-in-law's family when she was an educated youth. There were green pepper cakes, ham cakes, and the most common sweet and salty baked cakes. Huiping saw that more and more people were doing small businesses in the town during this period, so she thought of this. She also thought about making them at home and selling them in the town. Although it was a bit hard, it was an income after all. If they were really sold, the family could keep them for themselves to eat, and they could have a guaranteed income regardless of drought or flood. However, Sheng Yanjun said he would never agree to anything.
"I'll live my life the way I want to live. Are you going to let me starve to death?" Sheng Yanjun was hit in the sore spot, and his face was depressed and ferocious, as if he wanted to eat someone.
"If you don't go, I will." Seeing that he was stubborn, Hui Ping didn't even want to argue. She took the two children out of the house. If he didn't want to do it, then she would do it by herself! Anyway, she knew how to make pancakes. Xiaoguo also had Yaya to look after her. She also had her eyes on a place to sell pancakes in the town. Asking Sheng Yanjun to go would only mean that she could bring more to sell. If she didn't go now, at worst she could bring less every day. When she made money and did well, she could open a shop and save herself from running back and forth.
As for Sheng Yanjun, Huiping was completely disappointed and gradually excluded him from her plans. She just wanted to make some money so that her children would suffer less when they grow up.
Sheng Yanjun in the room looked at Hui Ping who left angrily, his eyes were deep, he sighed for a long time, lowered his head, and looked extremely depressed.
He knew he had to earn money to support his family, but the gossip from the transport factory and the villagers was like a knife stabbing his heart, over and over again until he bled.
But whether it was his parents and children, the job at the transport factory, or even his wife's small business, they all depended on Sheng Yanchuan and Nanqiao. He didn't want to... The feeling of having to live under the shadow of Sheng Yanchuan and his wife for the rest of his life seemed to suffocate him.
Sheng Yanjun suppressed his depression, kicked down the stool in the room as if to vent his anger, patted the melon seed shells hanging on his body, and walked out of the house with a gloomy face.
Xiaoguo and Yaya in the yard pouted at their father's back as he left. Their father's temper had been getting worse over the years, and he would scold them if he said something that didn't please him. Now, seeing their father leaving, they actually breathed a sigh of relief.
"Who went out?" Aunt Xiumei came out of the house upon hearing the sound and asked the two children playing in the yard.
"Dad is out," Yaya said in a low voice with her head down.
"Where did you go?"
“Nothing.”
"What's the matter? Are you arguing again?" Huiping realized that she couldn't get anything out of the child and realized that the atmosphere was not right. Aunt Xiumei came into the kitchen and asked Huiping, who was stuffing firewood into the stove angrily.
"Hmm," Hui Ping responded sullenly.
"What's the matter? Are you quarreling again? You said you both have a son and a daughter now, and your life is not burdened, so why are you quarreling more and more?" In Aunt Xiumei's heart, the eldest couple of the Sheng family is undoubtedly the most stable in the eyes of the older generation. Although they are not rich, they are precious in a simple and stable life.
But these two still quarrel every other day.
Listening to her mother-in-law's words, Huiping's emotions that had been pent up for a long time were about to explode. She took a deep breath, threw the firewood in her hand into the stove, and looked up at Aunt Xiumei.
"Mom, do you really think that life is easy now? Now we have the support of my uncle and his wife, so we don't have to worry about food and clothing. But what about the future, when Xiaoguo and Yaya grow up? Mom and Dad are not ambitious enough to rely on my uncle, so do they have to rely on Yanchuan's family? Or should they stay in this mountain for the rest of their lives like Sheng Yanjun?"
"We are all... we are all family, right? It's okay to support each other," Aunt Xiumei said without confidence.
"Support each other? What have we supported others for?"
"Mom, Yanchuan is your son, and it's my duty to raise you, but I can't let my child and I be leeches sucking the blood of their family. I used to want to please Yanchuan and Nanqiao, thinking that they would be able to give us some opportunities, but now, even if they give us opportunities, we can't catch them. Since Sheng Yanjun can't be caught, I have to think about the future of my child."
"Ah," Aunt Xiumei sighed. She couldn't refute anything Huiping said. She began to wonder if she should really go to Shanghai with Yanchuan. But if they went to Shanghai, wouldn't they really become leeches that depended on Sheng Yanchuan and his wife to suck their blood?
"Mom, I've decided. I'm going to start making pancakes these days and sell them in town. Since I can't rely on Sheng Yanjun, I'll make them myself," Hui Ping said, poking the firewood in the stove twice with the fire tongs in her hand.
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