Time space: the rough man's sick beauty, she turned wild

Chapter 83

When Shen Zhimei returned to Qian's house with cotton wool on her back, Mrs. Qian was sitting in the yard basking in the sun, while Qian Dabao poked the ant nest in the corner with a small stick.

Seeing Shen Zhimei coming back with cotton wool on her back, Mrs. Qian curled her lips.

"Mother!" Shen Zhimei lowered her head and called out submissively.

"Don't! I can't afford to be your mother." Mrs. Qian sneered, "What is left in our old Qian's house?"

"Mother, I was wrong." Shen Zhimei didn't dare to look up.

The moment she decided to come back, she was mentally prepared.

"Wrong! How could you be wrong, wrong, it's also me, a dead old woman, who was wrong. I shouldn't have let you into my old Qian's house in the first place." The old lady Qian snorted coldly.

"But it's all right now, you made room for yourself. I'm thinking about finding a good-looking big girl for Xingwang to give birth to, so that Xingwang can have a big fat son next year."

Hearing this, Shen Zhimei couldn't help but her eyes turned red.

After a moment, her legs softened and she knelt down.

Old Madam Qian curled her lips mockingly.The pride in his eyes was even more undisguised.

"Mother, I was wrong, you just see that I gave birth to two daughters for Xingwang, please forgive me this time." Shen Zhimei's tears dripped down her drooping eyebrows, one by one on the ground. In the mud in front of the knee.

After a while, a large area was soaked.

"You'd better go quickly! Go back to your mother's house with your new cotton wool on your back, lest people will see it later and say that I've tortured you." Old Madam Qian raised her chin and twitched the corners of her mouth.

She wants to see if her widow with a small child and a medicine jar can still support her and the two losers.

"Mother, I really know I was wrong. These two beds of cotton wool and cotton are given to Zhizhi as a dowry."

Shen Zhimei crawled to the feet of Mrs. Qian, hurriedly untied the cotton wool on her back and put it on the recliner beside Mrs. Qian, and took out the five Great Unity and a pile of ten-cent bills from her pocket and held them to Mrs. Qian. In front of Mrs.

The old lady Qian's cloudy old eyes lit up instantly as she looked at the five big unity and odds and ends bills.

"Where did you get the money? Did you go out to hook up with the wild man, and the wild man gave it to you."

While talking, the old lady Qian put the five big unity and odds and ends bills into her pocket as a matter of course.

"It was given by my mother." Shen Zhimei hurriedly explained.

Mrs. Qian snorted, "You're coaxing a fool! As for your widow mother, she is capable of not owing the famine to the production team, and I have money for you!"

"It's really my mother who gave it to me." Shen Zhimei said, then panickedly found the two packs of unopened milk powder in the bag and sent them to Mrs. Qian.

"My little sister writes articles for magazines in the capital, and earns around a hundred dollars a month." Shen Zhimei hurriedly explained.

A hundred or so pieces...

Old lady Qian was completely stunned.

He Chunsheng at the east end of the village works as a worker in the machinery factory for 30 yuan a month. He Chunsheng's snobby mother is just like an official wife, walking every day with her head held high.

I can't look down on this one, and I can't look down on that one.

She looks like no one is good enough for her family, He Chunsheng, except for the gods.

"That sick man of yours is so powerful? How can you make so much money by writing about it?" Mrs. Qian looked at Shen Zhimei suspiciously, with a bit of scrutiny in her eyes.

"It's true, my younger sister entrusted a classmate's cousin to buy this cotton wool and milk powder in a department store." Shen Zhimei shrank her neck and said tremblingly.

Old Madam Qian stared at Shen Zhimei for a while, then said with the corner of her mouth curled up, "Get up!"

"Mother, I really know that I was wrong, and I will never dare to run around again." Shen Zhimei promised with tears in her eyes.

"I asked you to get up, can't you hear me? Why? You still want my old lady to ask you to get up?" Old lady Qian frowned, looking at Shen Zhimei with some disgust.

Sometimes she felt that this scumbag and her good-for-nothing second son were really a perfect match.

All the same useless!

Shen Zhimei stood up carefully.

Before old lady Qian could speak, Shen Zhimei consciously sent the cotton wool from the recliner into old lady Qian's room.

The old lady Qian followed closely with the milk powder, as if she was guarding against thieves.

The two little girls frowned as they watched the snow-white cotton wool disappear at the door of Mrs. Qian's house, with a hint of reluctance in their eyes.

"Losing money, why are you back here again? Could it be that your widow and grandma have no food for you?" Qian Dabao, who had finished stabbing the ant nest, walked up to the big girl and the second girl with a small stick.

"My grandma's family eats rice porridge, scrambled eggs, meat buns, and braised pork every day." Da Ya glared at Qian Dabao angrily, and said loudly.

"My aunt also boiled sugar-watered eggs and big ribs for us, and also gave us glutinous rice noodles, big apples and big peaches." Erya also poked her neck, and said in a childish voice.

"You guys are really able to make up nonsense, and return big apples and big peaches. Have you two money-losers ever seen what big apples and big peaches look like?" Qian Dabao curled his lips.

With so much money in his milk cupboard, he is reluctant to buy him big apples and big peaches. Can these two money-losing widows and grandmothers be willing to buy them big apples and big peaches that people in the city eat?

"Your widow and grandma's house is so good, what are you doing back here?" Qian Dabao rolled his eyes and said with a smile.

The faces of the two sisters, Da Ya and Er Ya, suddenly changed.

Qian Dabao, who thought he guessed it right, laughed and clapped his hands, "Those who lose money are liars, and those who lose money are liars..."

Da Ya gritted her teeth, "We didn't lie, we are not liars..."

Erya put the small bundle in her hand on the ground, found an apple that she was reluctant to eat yesterday, held it up in front of Qian Dabao's eyes, "Is this a big apple?"

The sweet apple exuded made Qian Dabao swallow sharply.

Seeing Qian Dabao's action, Erya reacted almost instantly, and quickly took the apple back.

At this moment, she didn't care about the burden on the ground, and ran into the house with the apple in her arms.

However, Qian Dabao had short legs, and Qian Dabao grabbed his hair in the blink of an eye.

Qian Dabao exerted force on his hands, and Erya burst into tears from the pain.

Da Ya wanted to go up to help, but was kicked down by Qian Dabao. Before she got up, the apple had already fallen into Qian Dabao's hands.

"Crack..." Qian Dabao took a bite, and a big hole suddenly appeared on the glowing red apple.

Erya let out a "wow" and burst into tears.

When Mrs. Qian and Shen Zhimei came out, they saw the chickens flying around in the yard.

The old lady Qian yelled angrily with a sullen face, "Sangmen Xing, why are you crying? I'm not dead yet."

Shen Zhimei hurried forward and covered Erya's mouth, and said cautiously: "Mother, don't be angry, I'll teach them when I go back to the room."

"Go back to the house? Go back to what house? You can't see so much work at home? I think it's your lazy skin itching." Old lady Qian pinched her waist and cursed.

(End of this chapter)