"Ah, aunt, I am Hua Zhao's cousin, and I'm here to visit." Zhao Xiaohong greeted her with a smile.
"Cousin? Relatives? Relatives visiting the house empty-handed?" Aunt Ma looked her up and down.
Zhao Xiaohong's face suddenly turned red, and he hesitated: "My family is poor, and Hua Zhao's family is short of everything. I don't have anything to give..."
This sentence choked Aunt Ma. Isn't it a sign of poverty to see relatives without empty hands? Isn't that etiquette? There are ways to have money, and there are ways to have no money. You can't just be empty-handed just because you are poor.
Get started.
This person is a perfect match for the Zhang family. No wonder Hua Zhao looks down on her.
Aunt Ma didn't have time to teach her how to be a good person, so she said directly: "You have been coming back and forth several times in the past few days. I have seen them all. What is going on with your Zhang family? We haven't contacted you for more than ten years, but something good has happened this time."
Yes, I come here every day and I send you like this."
She looked at the children in front of and behind Zhao Xiaohong: "What? Seeing that Hua Zhao is young and thin-skinned, why are you pointing her at raising children for your Zhang family?"
Zhao Xiaohong's face suddenly turned red to the point of bleeding.
Aunt Ma knew it. I wonder if the Zhang family thought so. This woman was probably thinking so.
"Hua Zhao and her grandfather went to the county seat. They won't be able to come back until dark. You should go home quickly." Aunt Ma said.
Zhao Xiaohong lowered her head, hating this nosy woman in her heart.
"It's okay, I'll wait, maybe she'll be back soon."
"Then you go to my house and wait." Aunt Ma looked at her belly and said, but she was sighing in her heart that Hua Zhao was smart and kind-hearted.
Hua Zhao expected that she would not leave.
He also asked her to wait at her house and asked her to take care of her meal so as not to starve the children and pregnant women.
She was asked to say that for a relative like this, she would not have a long memory unless she was starved.
Zhao Xiaohong was indeed thirsty and tired. Although she hated Aunt Ma in her heart, she managed to smile and followed her to her house.
As expected, Aunt Ma took charge of her meal.
When the sun was about to go down, Zhao Xiaohong didn't want to leave yet because he couldn't see the road clearly if he didn't go back.
Wouldn't it be better if we could take the opportunity to live in Huazhao's house?
Aunt Ma was really angry: "Tell me the truth, are you here to visit relatives or do you have something to do? Let's visit relatives and leave empty-handed. What's the matter? You are a cousin-in-law who has never been in contact with you. You bring your children to someone else's house every day.
After eating and drinking, why do you still want to stay and not leave?
"Tomorrow I will ask someone to go to your production team to find out if something has happened to the old Zhang family and they can no longer afford to raise their children? They have been sent to the Hua family to raise them!
"This is not okay. Your old Zhang family didn't even raise a grandson back then, but now you let your divorced granddaughter raise your niece? Isn't this a joke?"
The more Aunt Ma spoke, the angrier she became and her voice became louder.
Besides, the weather was getting hot, and in the evening everyone who had nothing to do was enjoying the cool air in the yard. With her voice, people in front of and behind the house came to watch the fun.
"Who is this?"
"Which old Zhang family? Hua Zhao's grandpa's family?"
"Oh! Isn't this Zhao Xiaohong from Zhaojiatun?"
The surrounding villages were not big, with dozens of households in each village and only a few people of the same age. The young daughter-in-law from the village backing her recognized Zhao Xiaohong.
"Xiaohong, did your husband's family kick you out because you gave birth to two girls?" the daughter-in-law asked in surprise.
"Even if you are kicked out, you can't come to Hua Zhao. Hua Zhao has a long-distance relationship with her," someone said.
Zhao Xiaohong was still young and thin-skinned, how could she bear it now? She didn't say anything, picked up the child and left.
When it got dark, I returned to Zhang's house.
She stood outside the yard, gritted her teeth, raised her hand and slapped herself, and her face immediately swelled.
She ruffled her hair again and again, and then entered the house with tears on her face.