"Then I'll take it!" Zhou Yanchun was still a little embarrassed.
When I opened Xia Zekai's folded paper package, I saw that it was worth a thousand yuan.
Zhou Yanchun was stunned for a while before she came to her senses. Her nephew gave her more.
"Alas!" Zhou Yanchun's mind was very confused and heavy at this moment.
Grandma Wang Yiping knew that her youngest adopted daughter was not living a happy life after the divorce, so she shouted: "Yanchun, come here."
"Mom, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you? Why don't you go lie down for a while?" Zhou Yanchun asked her.
Grandma shook her head. She took the thick stack of 'living expenses' that Xia Zekai had just given her and said, "If you need money now, your father and I can't use it. Zekai left it for both of us last time." Quite a lot, take these five thousand and use them."
"Remember, don't tell your second brother." Grandma specifically warned.
"Mom, you can't do this. Zekai gave it to you two elders. I haven't given you any money yet, so how can I give it to you again?" Zhou Yanchun firmly disagreed, and she was even a little ashamed.
Grandma was more determined. She put the money into a bag, threw it in front of Zhou Yanchun, and said: "If you don't think about yourself, you have to think about Keyi. You live in the city and you have to spend money on food." Money, unlike at home, there is nothing to spend money on, just take it."
"..." Zhou Yanchun's mood became even heavier. She silently squatted down and dropped the plastic bag on the ground, feeling a little helpless holding the money.
But she was thinking about what happened at home since she didn't come back last year.
She clearly remembered that the eldest nephew of her second sister's family was not doing very well in the past, so why was he completely transformed now?
…
After Xia Zekai and his family of four returned home, they were visited by cousins from the village who came to visit their grandfather before the Chinese New Year. Xia Weicheng was entertaining them.
After Xia Zekai entered the door, two people quickly stood up and greeted him.
He remembered that he still had to call the other party his cousin, but the relationship was relatively distant.
Luo Xiyun served tea and water for help and chatted for a while.
They didn't stay to eat in the end, and left after drinking some water.
After they left, Xia Zekai asked his mother: "Mom, Mr. Lijiang, what are they doing here?"
"Borrowing money, your uncle in Lijiang still runs that garment factory. The efficiency is not good, and all the money is lost. For several years, you have just borrowed money everywhere. They don't know where they heard that you came back and made money. You haven't When he came back, he also said he wanted to borrow it from you, but I stopped him." Zhou Yinghong said again.
"Oh, that's it!" Xia Zekai looked understanding.
But Zhou Yinghong said: "Zekai, you don't understand. If it were anyone else, I might have agreed to lend him this money, but you, this Lijiang man, just borrowed it and never repaid it. You borrowed money from your father several years ago and you still pay it back now." I haven’t paid it back. Your grandfather was not in good health and your father went to ask for money. He just said he didn’t have any money and still refused to pay it back. But his car is driven every day, so tell me how I can lend it to him again.”
There is nothing wrong with what you say, feelings still happen for a reason.
Luo Xiyun was thinking to himself that such a person really couldn't lend it to him.
There is a saying that goes well, it is not difficult to borrow again and again, but what is the matter with borrowing and not repaying.
Zhou Yinghong asked about her old mother Wang Yiping.
Xia Zekai then remembered and said to his mother: "Mom, do you know that my Aunt Yanchun came back from Jicheng with sister Keyi, and said she wanted to spend the New Year at my grandma's house before leaving."
"I didn't come back when I went to deliver meat to your grandma last time, so I should have just come back in the past two days." Zhou Yinghong said.
She asked: "Did your aunt say anything to you?"
Xia Zekai shook his head. He remembered something and said, "She didn't say anything else. When we first met, she gave Yatou and Tongtong 200 yuan each."
As soon as she heard her son say this, Zhou Yinghong started nagging him: "Do you want it, or don't you want it?"
"wanted!"
Zhou Yinghong naturally didn't want her son to ask for this money. Her son didn't know, but she knew very well that this youngest 'sister' had a difficult life, so she just returned the red envelope to her granddaughter, which made Zhou Yinghong not know what to do.
Why are you nagging her?
Is it possible to say that she is a lot of age and pretend to be fat?
Then I heard my son say something else: "Mom, before I left, I gave my cousin Keyi another 1,000 yuan red envelope."
Zhou Yinghong was so angry that she really wanted to kick her son's feet. This naughty boy kept half of the words and kept half of them. He was getting more and more in need of a beating.
"What to say about her? It's hard to live alone in Jicheng. Everything costs money. We still want to ask her to come back, but we won't listen." Zhou Yinghong said.
Xia Zekai rolled his eyes, thinking that it would be strange for her to listen.
Unlike his mother and biological aunt, the aunt adopted by his grandma has been working outside since she finished school, and then got married and had children. Although she was divorced due to domestic violence, she has become accustomed to the rhythmic life in the city.
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Xia Zekai estimated that she would never leave the city in her life.
Luo Xiyun finally took the opportunity and asked him: "Zekai, what's going on with Aunt Yanchun?"
Xia Zekai then told him about his aunt. After listening to what he said, Luo Xiyun suddenly realized and said "oh". He always felt that Xia Zekai was weird when he saw Aunt Yanchun before, so it turned out to be like this.
To put it bluntly, they are all taking care of her silently.
Regarding the red envelope given by her husband, Luo Xiyun said nothing.
…
While Xia Zekai's family was busy with New Year's Eve matters, Li Mumu's family was also preparing New Year's goods in the tube building of Qicheng Ginkgo Garden.
Fried meat, fried chicken, fried eggplant, etc., and also cooked pig head meat, pig trotters, and about ten kilograms of beef.
"Honey, have you finished chopping the chicken? When you're done, bring it over and I'll stew it." Li Mumu shouted while busy in the kitchen.
The kitchen is so small that it feels a bit cramped for both of us standing up, let alone chopping chicken and stew in it.
Huang Shuangshuang said: "Come on, wait a moment and I'll wash them twice more."
His son, Li Hope, was accompanying his grandparents. The two elders were very pleased to see this scene. They felt that his son only became successful in middle age, which can be regarded as a accumulation of wealth.
"I hope you are going to high school, so you have to study hard and get into a good university in the future, and become a person like your dad." Li Hope's grandfather Li Dongliang said this.
"Grandpa, don't worry, I'm studying well now. I'm ranked in the top ten in our class. I will definitely be able to get into a good university in the future." Li Hope was full of confidence.
After Dad got back to work, some of the pressure in his heart was gone, and now he feels that studying is much easier than before.
The old man nodded with satisfaction and said, "That's great!"
His son was not doing well in the past and his salary was very low. He was also anxious, but he also knew that this thing would not be achieved overnight, and it was useless for him to just be anxious.
Simply put it out of sight and ignore it.
Who would have thought that my son would be able to show off at this age.
Li Mumu didn't know what his old father was thinking. After he cooked the meat, he took it out in a basin and said, "Dad, you and my mother will eat some first. I'll clean the pot, and then we'll stew the chicken."
go."
"I also bought two bottles of good wine. When the work is done later, let's have a drink together." Li Mumu said.
He bought two bottles of Wuliangye. He never dared to think about it before. At that time, even if he bought it, he would give it away to others. He would definitely not drink it himself.
"Okay, drink some." Li Dongliang agreed.
The old lady Wang Fang was sitting on the side. When she saw her son busy with other things, she couldn't sit still and wanted to help.
Li Mumu said: "Mom, just sit down. It's almost done. Don't worry about it when your daughter-in-law finishes chopping the chicken and stewing it."
Li hoped that this little guy who was both a son and a grandson would be sensible enough to get the dishes and chopsticks. He had to help his grandparents get a piece of beef and some lean pork head to eat with it.
After Li Mumu and Huang Shuangshuang finished their work, Li Mumu got three vegetables, cut up a pig's trotters, cut a large plate of beef, mixed some cucumbers with pork heads, and made a portion of meat.
I also made two plates of frozen and fried fried pork and eggplant boxes, and the table was full of life.
Li Mumu took out the Wuliangye he bought, and poured a glass for his father regardless of what time it was: "Dad, Wuliangye, you have a try."
"Why are you still buying this wine? One sip is worth money!" Li Dongliang said.
Li Mumu didn't care: "Dad, just drink it. I still have a bottle. If it's not enough, go buy it. You must drink something good during the Chinese New Year."
"Son, it's good for you to go to work now, right?" Li Dongliang asked him.
There is no need to ask this. If he can’t go to work and his salary is not much, would Li Mumu dare to do this?
"It's not bad, it's much better than before." Li Mumu thought about the platform of Jingtong Development Co., Ltd., and he said with gratitude in his heart: "Dad, ordinary factories don't want people of my age, but our factory
It’s different, there’s no age limit, and the more you work, the more you pay, and the more you get in return, unlike most factories where you just shout and the workers just don’t see any money.”
"As long as you live a good life, seeing you like this makes me feel at ease." Li Dongliang said sincerely.
One sentence made Li Mumu burst into tears.
But before Li Dongliang finished speaking, he pointed to the house and said: "Son, save some money, sell this house and buy a bigger one, so that you can live more spaciously and comfortably."
"I still have some pension, let me know when you buy a house, and I will get it for you." Apart from his two daughters, Li Dongliang only has one son. At this age, he has no intention of saving money.
Besides, the pension is always being paid, so he is not worried about running out of money to spend.
"Dad, just keep your money and spend it. I have enough for myself. I made almost 20,000 yuan this month during the Chinese New Year!" Li Mumu shouted proudly.
