Reborn in 1993, after divorce, life became a mess

Li Wen's eyes widened in the darkness, and his chest heaved violently.

She wanted to go down to the ground and kick Zhang Zijian a few times.

then.

She got off the kang in the dark, walked to the bed with her slippers, pinched Zhang Zijian's thigh hard, and then made a 360-degree spin.

"what!"

Zhang Zijian sat up with a scream when he was pinched.

Through the dim light coming through the cracks in the curtains, he saw Li Wen standing in front of the bed with disheveled hair, and he immediately fell back with a "hiccup".

Then Li Wen blinked, what's going on?

She reached out to turn on the light and found that he had passed out.

"No way? I just pinched his thigh. Although it was very hard, it wasn't painful enough to pass out, right?"

Na Liwen murmured to himself, raised his head and pinched his man.

"Uh--" Zhang Zijian breathed out and woke up. When he opened his eyes, he saw Li Wen again, grabbed the quilt and covered his head, "Ghost--don't come and catch me..."

Na Liwen: "······"

She looked back and forth, but there was no ghost in sight.

Um? Don't you think you are a ghost?

She lifted his quilt angrily.

"Ahhhhhhh, don't come over here!" Zhang Zijian covered him tightly with the quilt and screamed inside.

The fat son was woken up, rubbed his eyes, sat up, looked at Li Wen and shouted: "Mom——"

There was silence in the quilt, and the trembling stopped.

After a while, he carefully stretched out his head and saw clearly that it was Li Wen. He immediately lifted the quilt and started to cry.

"Emma, ​​you scared me to death, wuwuwu..."

Li Wen curled his lips and looked down upon his bad behavior.

If a grown man cries cutely and bursts into tears, he can become an actor.

The fat son stretched out his arms for Na Liwen to hold him, and then looked at his crying father with a puzzled expression.

Na Liwen didn't want to see his dead look anymore, so he hugged his son and lay down on the kang.

"Hey, you two, take me with you." Zhang Zijian also jumped up onto the bed with the quilt in his arms.

"Go back to bed and sleep." Na Liwen said angrily.

"I don't, I'm scared." He replied, hugging the quilt.

"What are you afraid of?" Na Liwen asked.

"I'm afraid of ghosts." Zhang Zijian replied.

Li Wen laughed in anger and kicked him: "Who do you think is a ghost?"

But I thought in my heart: I am really a ghost.

Zhang Zijian: "Daughter-in-law, I didn't say you were a ghost. It's just that, what you did in the dark just now was so, so scary. I thought it was a ghost."

"What's scary about ghosts? What's scary is humans." Na Liwen said quietly.

"I'm not afraid of people, I'm afraid of ghosts." Zhang Zijian covered the quilt tightly, leaving only his little head exposed.

Na Liwen looked amused and threatened him: "Aren't you afraid of ghosts coming to twist your head?"

He retracted his head back to the quilt with a groan: "Don't mention it, I was pinched by a ghost just now on the root of my thigh, and it still hurts now."

Na Liwen: "······"

He didn't even suspect that it was her who did it, and still thought it was a ghost who pinched him.

How many bad things must have been done to be so afraid of ghosts.

"Look at your potential." Na Liwen rolled his eyes at him and stood up to turn off the light.

"Don't turn off the lights!" Zhang Zijian stuck his head out and shouted, "This way the ghosts won't come."

"Huh?" Na Liwen was confused.

Zhang Zijian explained: "Ghosts are afraid of light."

"Tsk--" She sneered and lay back on the bed, hugged her son and turned around. She couldn't look at him because she would get angry when she saw his bearish behavior.

The light was too bright, and she would not be able to sleep for a while, so she would lie there and plan secretly.

Na Liwen didn't quite believe that the contractor, Old Sun, didn't pay Zhang Zijian. Based on her understanding of Old Sun, he was a very generous person. Moreover, he also has an eldest brother who relies on Zhang Zijian, so it is impossible to drag down Zhang Zijian's salary.

It is very likely that Zhang Zijian came back and lied.

Well, I will quietly ask Lao Sun's wife tomorrow. His wife works as an accountant in the company, but is in charge of Lao Sun's financial power.

Also, the money for that car.

She never asked about these things before, letting Zhang Zijian do whatever he said.

When he told her that he didn't make a penny after selling the car, she believed him.

How stupid, how naive.

later.

Na Liwen found out from Xiaogou that the car was as expected, and each person earned nearly 40,000 yuan.

It can be seen that Zhang Zijian was a wolf back then and how cruel he was to her and her son.

······

This time, she wanted to personally intervene and get the car money into her own hands.

But you can't be emotional.

Talking about relationships hurts money.

Well, think about it, who should I go to for help?

Na Liwen was meditating in the dark night, and a figure flashed in his mind.

Yes, I will go find her tomorrow.

With her taking action, she should be 70% to 80% sure of getting the money for the car.

Na Liwen yawned, felt sleepy, and went to sleep. , keep your spirits up, and start doing big things starting tomorrow.

Before she fell asleep, she suddenly remembered something.

The landlord has been clamoring to sell the second-floor self-built apartment I currently live in, but there are always people looking at it but no one wants to buy it.

The landlord's asking price was a bit high. This small second-floor building originally cost 40,000 yuan to build. He asked for 70,000 yuan, but refused to sell it for 65,000 yuan less.

If I remember correctly, a relocation notice will be issued here probably in October next year.

Well, before the news spreads, let’s take the first step and buy this small second floor in advance.

Even if it costs 80,000 yuan, it’s still worth it.

This small second-story building has two floors, about 150 square meters, and a small courtyard. There is an apple tree in the courtyard, and there are two brick and wood structure sheds behind it. If it is relocated in the future, these will be Counted.

When the time comes for relocation, even if you pay 700 yuan per square meter for a well-decorated building, you can still make a net profit of 30,000 to 40,000 yuan. As well as the money for the yard and small shed, I can give you at least 20,000 yuan, which is 50,000 to 60,000 yuan.

If you want your car money back, it's no problem to take over this small second floor.

If the car payment is not coming back for a while, I have to find a way to raise money to buy the building.

Ok, deal.

Na Liwen didn't fall asleep until dawn.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw his fat son sleeping snoringly in his arms. Zhang Zijian had already disappeared.

The hot bed under him was still warm. It seemed that the smelly man left after the hot bed was heated.

Don’t know what time it is now?

She yawned and habitually touched the pillow, but found it empty.

Alas, I forgot again and was reborn.

At this time, mobile phones were not yet widespread.

There are only big brothers that are as big as bricks, and that is something that only rich people can buy.

Oh, there are also pagers, both digital and with Chinese display. Digital pagers are cheap, only a few hundred yuan, while Chinese display pagers cost thousands of yuan.

Really expensive!

Zhang Zijian wears a Chinese-display pager on his waist, which was given to him by his contractor, Lao Sun.

Na Liwen stretched and sat up.

No, it’s too inconvenient to have no communication tools.

At the very least, you need to have a landline phone at home.

She put on the silver-gray cotton-padded jacket on the quilt and quietly opened the gold velvet curtains.

Bright sunlight instantly filled the room.

She turned to look at the quartz clock hanging on the wall. The hands pointed to nine ten.

It’s already this point in time.

It was quiet upstairs and downstairs, everyone went to work.

Na Liwen opened the door carefully and prepared the bathroom.

To go to the bathroom, you have to go through the kitchen.

The kitchen had been tidied up by Zhang Zijian, and the stove was burning with red light.

She picked up the stove hook placed aside and opened the iron stove cover. There were burning red coals in the stove.

"Where did this guy get the coal? Did he steal it from the color printing factory in the back?"

Na Liwen muttered, thinking that guy could do it.

After all, he has a "criminal record."

He had done this before when he lived next to a paper mill.

The boiler burner in the paper mill was his former neighbor. He bought a box of Hongmei cigarettes and sent them to him, and the boiler burner asked him to carry a bucket of coal home.

You can also save a lot of money over the winter.

Na Liwen had always been quite disdainful of this, but it was not like he had no money to buy it.

Proper citizen behavior.

Now, it's the hunchback going up the mountain - money is tight.

Humph, it wasn’t me who did it anyway, who cares, even if I get scolded, I won’t be scolded.

She used the stove hook to open two more rings of the stove lid, put the kettle on the side of the stove in the middle of the stove, boiled it and filled it with a thermos so that the rest of the family could wash up.

After doing this, Liwen turned into the bathroom in the west corner.

While going to the toilet, she complained helplessly: What did the landlord think? The bathroom was actually built in the kitchen.

Do you want to imitate people from Neon Country in recycling and build a golden tower?

vomit--

Na Liwen was successfully made nauseous by his own thoughts.

"Mother--"

The fat son's high-pitched shouts came from the bedroom.

"Hey--"

Na Liwen responded loudly and hurriedly ran out.

The fat son has a very impatient temper. If he doesn't show his face, he will cry for a whole day.

It was still that deafening cry.