Back to 80s, pretend to be in debt and get out of the misery

After leaving the hospital, Mei Dafeng did not go directly to the factory to work, but instead went to Niu Meili.

"Sister Niu, I have to ask you a favor."

Niu Meili knew the situation of Mei Dafeng's family and would definitely help if she could. "Dafeng, just tell me."

Mei Dafeng whispered to her, "Please keep Chu Dashan's information away and don't let other single women see it. I want to get in touch with him for a month and see how it goes."

Niu Meili patted her chest and assured, "No problem. Unless you say one day that he is not suitable for you, I will never let anyone else see his information."

Mei Dafeng held her hand tightly and said with gratitude, "Thank you so much."

"What's there to thank me for? We've been neighbors for so many years, and we've helped each other a lot. You should go to work quickly, it's almost time. If you have anything else, we can talk about it when you get home tonight."

"I've taken on a job as a nurse tonight, so I'd like you to go to my house and tell those three guys to lock the door before you go to bed."

"You're too tired. Your body can't take it."

"As long as I can make more money, I am not afraid of hardship or fatigue. I'm leaving first."

"Go! Don't be late."

Niu Meili watched Mei Dafeng leave and couldn't help wiping away tears, feeling so sorry for her!

A woman raised three children, had no food to eat, and had to sell her blood several times to barely avoid starvation.

In the past few years, some men wanted to sleep with Dafeng for one or two dollars, but Dafeng rejected them sternly.

Dafeng said that she didn't want to sell herself, she just wanted to find a reliable man.

But when the single men saw the three boys, they all stayed away.

Niu Meili locked Chu Dashan's information in a drawer and started working.

At around 5:30 in the afternoon, Mu Qinlao was about to go to the hospital cafeteria to get food when he was stopped by Chu Dashan.

"Hardworking! I only need to cook for you alone."

Mu Qinlao was surprised, "What's going on? Can't you eat?"

"No. I'm waiting for someone. I hired a nurse and sent meals."

"Why do you need to hire a caregiver when I can take care of you? Do you have too much money to spend? When did this happen?"

"This afternoon, while you were away."

"Is it reliable?"

"She looks reliable. She's a widow in her forties."

Just as Mu Qinlao was about to speak, a little boy in his teens pushed the door open with a lunch box in his hand and asked, "Excuse me, is this Mr. Chu Dashan's ward?"

Chu Dashan responded cheerfully, "Yes, I am Chu Dashan. Who are you?"

"I'm Ma Qianjin, Mei Dafeng's second son. My mother asked me to bring you food."

Ma Qianjin swiftly put the lunch box on the bedside table and continued, "Uncle Chu, let me feed you? My mother is at home washing clothes, and it will take about half an hour for her to come over to take care of you."

This child has clear eyes and you can tell at first glance that he is a good kid.

"Qin Qian, no need to feed me, I will eat by myself later. You sit down first." Chu Dashan pointed to the bedside table, "Qin Lao, you get some fruit for this child."

Without waiting for Mu Qinlao to walk over, Ma Qianjin waved his hands repeatedly, "My mother specifically told me that if I dare to eat your fruit, I will be punished by not being allowed to eat meat. Since you don't need me to feed you, I'll go home first."

After saying that, he ran away.

Chu Dashan shook his head helplessly. "The fruit was not given away twice. The child's family is not well off, and his mother was afraid that he would get greedy for the fruit, so she specifically warned him."

Mu Qinlao took out a banana from the cupboard, broke off one, and said while eating, "Qinjin is a poor but ambitious child. It seems that the caregiver you hired is a good educator. If you get along with her and feel that she is suitable, why not marry her and take her home?"

Chu Dashan couldn't help but cover his face, "You haven't seen what she looks like, she's as thin as black hay, like bean sprouts. Unless she cooks delicious food, I will never consider her."