Zhao Weilan knew how the old Ye family worked with Ye Mingjie. As long as they were better, they would not be as good as in the previous life. In the end, she couldn't stand it anymore and intervened.
He was a good grown man, but he was almost killed by them.
But when people say that the family is divided, people don't always understand it. How do you live when one courtyard is divided into two families?
Therefore, Secretary Song said: "You are still too young, and your man can't leave the house, so you should just make do with it for a while. I will ask them to give you some money to live a small life, and the rest will be used as food expenses."
Zhao Weilan frowned. She knew that she just got married today, and if she made such a request again, she might be rejected by others. Now, she is too alone in this village, so she can only think of a solution later. Of course,
It would be nice if I could pay some money this time.
After Party Secretary Song went out, he found Ye Aiguo and told him about the matter.
After Ye Aiguo entered the house, he took out ten dollars with a dark face and said: "My dad said that this is all I can take out. After all, my uncle also spends money on medical treatment. I can't give it all to that woman, she just got married.
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"What are you talking about? It's already very wronged for me to marry your uncle. What can you buy with these ten dollars? I remember that when your uncle came back, he was given a lot of money, and his comrades also
I secretly stuffed money into you." Party Secretary Song thought of the aggrieved look on the little girl Zhao Weilan's face when she wanted to say something but didn't dare to say it just now, and immediately felt that she actually knew what the Ye family was like, and just didn't want to say bad things about others. As a result, Soft
Your temperament will always be bullied.
Ye Aiguo usually seems quite reasonable, but why is he so trusting to the words of his elders on this matter? Is he still dissatisfied with the marriage?
But everyone in the village knew that Ye Aiguo had a high vision and looked down upon women without academic qualifications. And his sister-in-law just graduated from junior high school and did not even go to high school.
Ye Aiguo heard that the party secretary's tone was wrong. He frowned and said, "I'll mention it to my family again. After all, it cost a lot of money to treat my uncle."
"Okay, I understand that people don't need these words between each other." After finding out what to do, I asked the doctor in the village to take a look and take some Chinese medicine. Who in this village would think he was blind.
I used to think he was quite upright, but I didn't expect him to be so confused today.
Ye Aiguo was a little surprised when Party Secretary Song said this. He usually speaks very effectively in the village. Why was he doubted today? Did that Zhao Weilan say something?
No, she doesn't seem to be such a scheming person.
He had no choice but to say: "Party Secretary, you should also know my difficulties. I can definitely handle this matter." He turned around and asked his parents for another twenty yuan. This time, Party Secretary Song didn't say anything and turned around.
The money was handed over to Zhao Weilan.
Thirty yuan was quite a lot in the late 1970s. After all, in rural areas, you could hardly see much money all year round.
Zhao Weilan was very grateful and said: "Thank you very much, Party Secretary Song. Come in and have a seat."
Party Secretary Song immediately waved his hand and said, "It's time for me to leave, so you and Ming Jie can live a good life." After saying that, he left as fast as he could.
I guess it's due to the strong smell in the house.
Zhao Weilan didn't think it was wrong for him to do this. Boss Ye's house did have a smell.
She put the money in her pocket, and then started to clean up the house. After cleaning up the outhouse, she carried firewood and fetched water. Then she went into the main house to get food. Since we couldn't separate the houses, we didn't have to eat and drink in this house.