After all, Dabai had contradicted Mei'er before and even beat Mei'er twice. His temper was not ordinary.

Mrs. Tan put an old hand like a dry branch on Yang Huamei's shoulder, and said seriously: "Mei'er, you have to consider it carefully, don't treat it like a donkey's liver and lungs with good intentions!"

"Mom, what are you talking about? Dabai is my son. If you do something for your son, do you need to care about the reward?"

Yang Huamei turned around and muttered to Mrs. Tan. To put it bluntly, she was telling others on purpose.

Mrs. Tan also understood, so she kept a straight face and did not defend herself.

Yang Huamei continued to talk about her ardent thoughts of "hoping for her son to succeed", word for word, from the bottom of her heart. Yang Huazhong's face became heavy and Sun's eyes turned red.

Is this empathy?

Yang Ruoqing thought to herself that it was undeniable that Yang Huamei was indeed a mother like a bully. Even if her son hurt her thousands of times, she would still devote herself without regrets, always hoping that one day her innocent heart would move God and awaken her prodigal son.

Most people's growth goes through three stages.

I found out that my parents are ordinary people.

Discover that you are an ordinary person.

I found out that my child is an ordinary person.

Before the age of twenty, Yang Huamei regarded her parents as her backers and financial support. She deservedly accepted the overt and covert support from her parents, and she did not feel ashamed but felt proud.

Between the ages of twenty and thirty, her sense of responsibility and satisfaction as a mother made her feel that she was capable of anything, and she used the phrase "I want to give the best things in the world to my two children" as a mantra every day.

After turning thirty, she discovered that her elderly parents relied on the support of her brothers and sisters-in-law, who looked at them with so many blank stares to support her. She felt ashamed and understood that her parents were just ordinary people after all.

Then she realized that she was powerless. She had thought about how to raise her children and give them such and such a life.

Wait until reality slaps you hard on the face, wait until every quarter when Xiao Hei goes home to collect living expenses, wait until there are old people above and young children below, the old people need to see a doctor and take medicine, and the children want to study and buy this and that,

She would find that her pocket suddenly became deflated. She was just an ordinary person, and it would be good if she could make a living without starving to death.

Yang Huamei has passed the first two stages, and there is still a third stage left.

Hope that her son will become a dragon is her last hope in life.

In order not to fail, she is willing to risk everything to help Dabai. What if the third wish comes true? What about the child becoming successful? Wouldn't the family be happy and happy?

"Actually, Dabai also knew that I would help him raise money. I told him, but he didn't say anything against it." After Yang Huamei thought for a long time, she came up with what she thought was a compromise.

It was neither that he would damage Dabai's face by making arbitrary decisions, nor that Dabai begged him to raise money.

As a result, as soon as these words were spoken, Yang Ruoqing also laughed.

The smile was not friendly at all, it was obviously sarcastic.

Yang Huazhong shook his head and sighed.

Yang Huaming patted the armrest of the chair and laughed, "Oh, Dabai, it's still the same ghost. He wants it but doesn't say it clearly, so he asks you to do it. He nodded vaguely, and then there will be a way out if he shirks the responsibility."

"Mei'er, I don't think you need to ask Dabai to come home and explain to us. If you borrow this money, you will be burdened with a large debt to Lao Wang's family. By then, Dabai's morning tea shop will be profitable.

He won’t even help you repay the money, because he won’t admit this foreign debt at all!”

Yang Huamei looked at Yang Huaming angrily: "Fourth brother, is it interesting for you to slander my Dabai again and again? The child just wants to do something. It's fine that you, the fourth uncle, don't support it. You've just started.

Say such depressing words!"

Yang Huaming shrugged his shoulders and stood up, "Okay, now I'm a bad guy. Come on, I'm not a good person anyway. I'm leaving the words here. I won't borrow a penny of this money, and I don't have any money."

borrow……"

Yang Huamei was so angry that she stood up and confronted Yang Huaming: "Fourth brother, are you too awesome? You have no money? The gift Liu Xueyun gave to the third girl for her engagement was at least dozens of taels of silver. You are well paid for your work in the Taoist temple. Fourth sister-in-law

I even make more money from doing business than you do, so you don’t care about brotherhood and you still want to bury my Dabai like this?"

"Your fourth brother only has a mouth, and he's not that bad. Mei'er, don't think too much."

I originally thought that Mrs. Tan would help Yang Huamei and scold Yang Huaming, but unexpectedly the old lady actually tried to smooth things over.

Mrs. Sun also quickly helped: "Yes, there is no uncle in the world who doesn't love his nephew. It's just that your fourth brother's personality is like this, so the way of pain is naturally different..."

"Mom, third sister-in-law, please don't say nice things to him. Anyway, I have seen through it all. Fourth brother is just like Yongxian back then. He screams "auntie" or "girlie" on the face, but in his heart he has long looked down on me.

Oh, hey, what can I do? Who made me unlucky enough to marry into a poor family like Lao Wang’s family!”

"Children from poor families are doomed to be unable to hold their heads up for the rest of their lives. Children from poor families are doomed to never have any future, and they are doomed to be unable to do anything. It is only decent to follow their elders and work in the fields, right?

"

"I don't want to borrow this money anymore, and I don't want this money from my parents either!"

Yang Huamei covered her face and ran out of the house crying.

"What...what's happening? Why are you still crying?"

Yang Huaming spread his hands with an innocent look on his face.

Without hesitation, Tan grabbed another pillow behind her and hit Yang Huaming again.

"Mom, can you change something and throw it away? The pillow smells like scalp oil and I feel like vomiting!"

"Why do you have a mouth that deserves a beating? Let's see if I don't beat you to death..." Mrs. Tan yelled and got out of bed and came straight to Yang Huaming. Yang Huaming quickly dodged.

Sun came over to dissuade Tan, and Yang Huazhong yelled at Yang Huaming: "Can't you say a few words less? After all these words that add fuel to the fire, Mei'er even ran away crying and why didn't you chase after her?"

Mrs. Sun was so anxious that she stamped her feet. Last time, Yang Huamei had a conflict with the old Wang family and failed to hang herself.

What can be done if it happens again this time?

Mrs. Sun stamped her foot and hurried after Yang Huamei.

Yang Ruoqing had no choice but to take her place and come to appease Mr. Tan: "You are so agile in chasing my fourth uncle, you can't hit all the messy tables and chairs. Your eyes are so good..."

Before she finished speaking, Ms. Tan stopped, walking crookedly and bumping into the corner of the table next to her.

"You damn fat girl won't help me!" she muttered.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and stretched out her hand to help Tan back on the bed.

Yang Huaming in the corner breathed a sigh of relief and took this opportunity to sneak out of the room and run away.
Chapter completed!