Time Space: The Rough Man’s Sick Beauty Turned Wild

Chapter 78 Excess Cotton

old money family

Seeing another plate of pickled vegetables on the dinner table, Qian Zhizhi slammed his chopsticks on the dining table.

"Second sister-in-law, can't you make some other dishes? Pickle dumplings in the morning, pickle dumplings at noon, pickle dumplings in the evening, who can bear to eat like this every day?" Qian Zhizhi glared at Shen Zhimei and said angrily.

Shen Zhimei lowered her head, not even daring to take a breath.

In Lao Qian's family, Qian Zhizhi and Qian Dabao are Mrs. Qian's darlings. Anyone who dares to say otherwise will be sprayed to death by Mrs. Qian's saliva.

"Why are you still standing there? You're deaf. Didn't you hear Zhizhi say she didn't want to eat pickle dumplings?!" Old Mrs. Qian cut Shen Zhimei in the face and scolded her directly.

Whose house has good things in the house but doesn't keep a close eye on the sister-in-law? This evil-hearted person refuses to take out the two beds of cotton wool and cotton no matter how she hints.

A waste that can't even give birth to a son is worthy of such good cotton wool?

And those two losers...

I didn’t wear a new cotton-padded jacket last year, and I didn’t freeze to death, so why are you so precious this year?

She also wants to wear a new cotton-padded jacket, even with her two money-losing products!

Thinking of this, Mrs. Qian became very angry.

"Zhizhi, let me get you some cucumber and mix it with it, do you think it's okay?" Shen Zhimei raised her eyes slightly and looked at Qian Zhizhi, her voice was cautious.

Just as Qian Zhizhi frowned and didn't say anything, Mrs. Qian slapped the table, stood up and cursed at the top of her voice.

"You black-hearted, rotten-hearted person. You let Zhizhi eat that unappetizing thing so early in the morning. You, a little whore, don't want to see my Zhizhi."

Shen Zhimei, Daya, and Erya Niang shrank in fear.

Seeing the actions of several people, Qian Dabao, who was peeling boiled eggs, made a proud face towards his mother and daughter.

Qian Xingwang frowned and glanced at his wife and daughter, and opened his mouth. Just as he was about to say something, Mrs. Qian glared back with a cold look.

Shen Zhimei's eyes were red and she didn't dare to refute even a word.

All the things belonging to Lao Qian's family are kept in Mrs. Qian's room. Without her nod, who would dare to touch them?

Shen Zhimei is not stupid and knows what Mrs. Qian is thinking.

But she couldn't nod, not only because of her mother's words that day, but also because of her two poor daughters and little sister's hard work.

The little sister is weak and it is difficult to make some money. How could she ruin her little sister's feelings?

Not to mention that mother will not forgive her, even she herself will not forgive herself.

The moment the trumpet sounded to start work, Qian Xingsheng and Xie Xiaofen, who had been sitting at the table watching the show, quickly picked up the rice bowls in front of them, and drank most of the bowl of wild vegetable soup in front of them with the pickles on the plate.

Seeing Qian Xingsheng and Xie Xiaofen getting up and going out, Qian Xingwang frowned and pulled at Shen Zhimei who was standing, and whispered: "Eat quickly, it's time to go to work."

"Eat, eat, eat, what can you eat? You can't do anything, and you can't eat anything. What kind of immoral things did my old Qian family do in the past life, so that they will be exposed to such a rotten thing in this life." Old Mrs. Qian pinched her waist. Swearing.

Shen Zhimei bit her lip, not daring to say a word, and walked out with a **** with red eyes.

When Da Ya Er Ya saw this, he quickly ran after him with a basket and sickle.

The little older children went there to help the adults, pull grass, and help the adults gather the weeds on the ground.

When farming is busy, I pick up rice ears in the fields or go to the drying field to help drive away the sparrows that steal food.

It’s only one or two work points a day.

Qian Xingwang glanced at the old lady Qian, who was still holding her waist and cursing at the courtyard door. He lowered his head, picked up the **** he had placed at the courtyard door yesterday, and left silently.

Mrs. Qian glanced at the large bowl of untouched wild vegetable soup on Qian Xingwang's seat, and she was so angry that she cursed again in the direction of the courtyard door. Things that have been struck by a thousand knives or struck by lightning are coming out one after another.

"Mom, I'm hungry." Qian Zhizhi felt like her ears were going to be deafened by her mother.

The woman and the two losers ran away two miles away. Even if her mother screamed at the top of her lungs, no one could hear her!

Instead, the roar made her dizzy.

"Then wait a minute. Mom is going to cook you two sugar-coated eggs?" Old Mrs. Qian stopped cursing for a moment and turned around to go into the house to get the eggs.

These days, most families are not well-off, so they have to save up the eggs from their chickens and exchange them for soybeans, cornmeal, multi-grain noodles, food stamps, etc.

Very few people are willing to cook food for themselves.

Even if I keep a few eggs that are not in good condition, most of them are left for the elderly in the house.

"Milk, I want to eat sweetened eggs too." Qian Dabao stuffed half of the egg in his hand into his mouth, jumped off the bench, followed up and grabbed the corner of Mrs. Qian's clothes, muttering.

"Okay, okay, let me cook two sweet eggs for my Dabao." Mrs. Qian responded repeatedly.

"Milk, I want to eat three sugar-watered eggs." Qian Dabao pulled the corner of Mrs. Qian's clothes and acted coquettishly.

"Okay, okay, let me cook three sweet eggs for my big baby." Mrs. Qian responded with a smile.

"Mom..." Qian Zhizhi pouted.

"I'll cook six, and your aunt and nephew will cook three each." Mrs. Qian said with a smile.

"Mom is so kind!" Qian Zhizhi jumped up happily and came to Mrs. Qian's side, holding her arm and acting coquettishly.

"The milk is so good!" Qian Dabao imitated her and said sweetly, tugging at the corner of Mrs. Qian's clothes.

After eating three sugar-watered eggs, Qian Dabao took his slingshot and went to play with his friends in the village.

Qian Zhizhi pushed the bowl, wiped his mouth, got up and went to Mrs. Qian's house.

Mrs. Qian was packing the things in the long cabinet at this time.

She couldn't bear to eat the pastries that Li Qiuhua brought, so she locked them all in the long cabinet, hoping to keep them as a return gift for her daughter's in-laws when they came to visit.

Hearing the footsteps, Mrs. Qian pursed her lips and motioned Qian Zhizhi to look at the contents of the long cabinet.

These things are the dowry she saved for her daughter.

Qian Zhizhi stretched his head and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Dragon and phoenix towels, mandarin duck pillows, ceramic jars, warm kettles...

After looking at each one, Qian Zhizhi frowned and said, "Mom, why is there no cotton wool?"

She had already agreed with him that the bride price would be 100 yuan and he would also buy her a ladies watch.

If her family couldn't even afford two beds of cotton wool as a dowry, what would his mother think of her?

When she entered the door, she couldn't hold her head up under the pressure of his snobbish sister-in-law.

"I asked your uncle to help me find cotton the year before last, but the cotton output has been low in the past two years. The cotton distributed by each family is not enough for each family, and there is no surplus to sell." Old Mrs. Qian sighed.

These days, every family doesn't have one or two children who are getting married, and who doesn't want to save the little cotton they get for their daughters and kids.

Unless it's a family waiting for the rice to be cooked, where can such a family get the extra cotton? !

"Aren't there two ready-made beds at the second sister-in-law's place?!" Qian Zhizhi glanced in the direction of Shen Zhimei and Qian Xingwang's house.

(End of chapter)