Chapter 170 - 170 They're All Talking Nonsense
Chapter 170: Chapter 170 They’re All Talking Nonsense
“You can’t control whether people come or not, they aren’t our relatives anyway,” Jiang Dashan was actually quite calm.
He had long known that Yu Cheng wouldn’t stay here for long, after all, the child was from the city. How could he always stay in their small mountain village?
Having said this, he went out to use the bathroom.
Sun Lixia, however, had complicated feelings. She wanted to please and get in Yu Cheng’s good graces, naturally hoping that he could stay a bit longer.
But the boy simply ignored her and didn’t like to play with her two sons, spending all his time with San Ya instead. She thought it might be better if he left.
It would save her the worry of his family bringing some nice things for the main house, causing them to gain face.
Zhang Guihua wasn’t upset by the rebuff, hugging the cotton shoes bought for their eldest son, ready to put them away in the cabinet.
Seeing this, Jiang Changhai said, “Mom, why are you putting them away? I bought these for you and Dad to wear now.”
Zhang Guihua looked down at the brand-new cotton shoes in her hands, reluctant to use them: “Your father and I still have shoes that can be worn. Let’s save these for next year.”
“Oh my, Mom, don’t save them. Hurry up and wear them. If they wear out, I’ll buy you more next year,” Jiang Changhai, with a large sum of money in hand, promised grandly.
Hearing her eldest son’s words, Zhang Guihua was so delighted that her smile reached her ears: “Alright, I’ll hold you to that.”
“When have I ever deceived you?”
Since her eldest son had bought so many nice things, Zhang Guihua naturally wanted to repay his generosity: “Eldest, you’ve been out all day, you must be hungry, right? Mom will make you some noodle slices, okay?”
Jiang Mianmian was impressed with her dad, seeing that her grandmother even offered to cook for them.
Just two pairs of cotton shoes and a few pounds of pork were enough to completely win over her grandma.
Before, if their family came home late, missing mealtime, they would just have to wait hungry for the next meal.
Now her grandma was even willing to make a special meal for them!
Jiang Changhai waved his hand: “No need, Mom, we already ate outside.”
“Mom, don’t bother. Now that Eldest and his family are rich, they wouldn’t want to eat coarse grains like us. The three of them live like capitalists, dining out every day,” Sun Lixia said sarcastically.
Zhang Guihua had experienced past events, and when she heard her daughter-in-law mention capitalists, she glared and scolded ferociously: “Is your brain in your ass? How dare you say such things? Do you want to get our whole family killed?”
Seeing Zhang Guihua’s violent reaction, Sun Lixia realized she had spoken wrongly and hurriedly explained: “Mom, you misunderstood. I didn’t mean anything by that, I was just talking casually.”
“From now on, watch your mouth. I don’t want to hear any inappropriate talk again, or you’ll see how I deal with you,” Zhang Guihua warned menacingly.
“Yes, Mom, I understand,” Sun Lixia replied, lowering her head.
At this moment, Zhao Xiaojuan, who had been looking after her daughter, rushed out of the inner room in a panic: “Mom, Zhaodi has a fever!”
She nearly collided with the pacing Zhang Guihua, who glanced at her irritably: “If she has a fever, just put a wet towel on her. Do I need to tell you this?”
“Mom, give me a few bucks, I need to take Zhaodi to the hospital for an injection,” Zhao Xiaojuan pleaded desperately.
At the mention of money, Zhang Guihua’s expression suddenly soured: “It’s just a fever, what’s the big fuss! Every family’s children get headaches and fevers, is your child so precious that a fever requires a hospital visit? Do you know how much that would cost?”
Meanwhile Jiang Mianmian and her parents listened, bewildered: What’s going on? What happened to Zhaodi?
“Mom, just give me two yuan. Zhaodi’s burning up and she’s starting to talk nonsense! Mom, I’m begging you!”
Zhao Xiaojuan’s mind was filled with the image of her daughter’s feverishly red face, her heart aching as if it was being gripped by a large hand.
Her fear stemmed from an incident in her home village where a girl had become brain-damaged from a fever because her family, reluctant to spend money, didn’t send her to the hospital.
Later during the busy farming season, without anyone watching her, she fell into a manure pit and, too simple-minded to cry for help, drowned there.
Jiang Changhe also said forcefully: “Mom, just give us two yuan. If we delay, Zhaodi could end up brain-damaged from the fever.”
“Nonsense!”
Zhang Guihua glared and cursed loudly: “Yu Cheng, a child from the Capital City, is far more precious than your daughter, and he didn’t need to go to the hospital even after falling into an icy river; what does she need the hospital for?! Besides, we don’t have spare cash. You can barely make ends meet with what you earn, let alone have extra for the hospital! Just rub some alcohol on her, she’ll be fine.”
Jiang Changhe, scolded, hung his head, lacking the confidence to ask his mother for money again.
Jiang Changhai couldn’t stand it anymore and took out twenty yuan from his pocket and handed it to Jiang Changhe: “Second brother, take this and get Zhaodi to the hospital quick.”
“Okay,” Jiang Changhe took the money and turned to pick up his daughter.
Zhang Guihua saw Eldest give money to the second room and her eyes burned with rage: “Eldest, have you lost your mind? Do you have so much money that you’re burning a hole in your pocket? A child’s cold or fever is nothing serious; if you have too much money and nowhere to spend it, give it all to me! If you keep it, you’ll squander it all sooner or later!”
As Jiang Changhe carried Zhaodi out, she tried to block the door: “Don’t you dare go!!”
Jiang Changhai hugged her around the waist, letting the second room leave quickly.
“Eldest, you bastard, how dare you lay hands on me? Let me go this instant,” Zhang Guihua struggled fiercely, trying to pry his arms away.
And in the courtyard, the second couple encountered Jiang Dashan, who simply said, “If you run out of money, come back for more.”
Source: Webn0vel.com, updated on Novg0.co