Chuan Shu 80: I am doing scientific research on the island

Chapter 91 It’s hard to go out in the morning and evening
What's up today?Will something happen sooner or later?
When I met Zhao Yuqin at the entrance of the village, I snorted coldly when I saw her, turned my face away and pretended not to know her.

Song Wenjun didn't intend to talk to her, but when he passed by her, Zhao Yuqin suddenly said, "Shameless!"

"Smelly shit!" Song Wenjun also said.

Zhao Yuqin suddenly became furious, "Who are you scolding?"

"Scare me, sister-in-law, can you keep your voice down?"

"Song Wenjun, are you scolding me?"

"Sister-in-law, I'm just scolding you when I say stinky shit? Why do you like to be on the same page?"

There was a pile of stinky shit on the ground, but she didn't have the confidence to grab it on herself.

"Song Wenjun!"

Zhao Yuqin's lungs were about to burst with anger.

She thought life would be easier if her sister-in-law got married, but she didn't know that her status in the Lu family was getting worse day by day.

Yesterday, the old woman took the money to go to the girl's house in the city. She thought she was finally liberated, and they were left as a young couple who could do whatever they wanted and eat whatever they wanted.

As a result, Wang Cui'e locked all the food in the cabinet, and didn't even leave an egg. The mistress didn't have enough milk, and she didn't even want to eat a bowl of chicken cake.

She asked Lu Zhiqiang to kill a chicken for her to eat, but the coward didn't dare, saying that if his mother found out, she would beat him to death when she came back.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt aggrieved. Zhao Yuqin blamed Song Wenjun for all the misfortunes that happened to her. She was the one who caused the restlessness in their family. She wanted to be calm. How could Wang Cui'e take out his anger on her?

"Sister-in-law, I don't know if you have heard of a saying that mourns her misfortune and angers her without dispute."

"You don't have the ability yourself, so don't look for reasons on others."

"If you can't live with it, don't live with it. If you get a divorce, don't you just need to find a man who can support you?"

Zhao Yuqin didn't expect her to say that about herself.

"I know a secret, about Yunting, you don't want to know?" After getting angry, she suddenly said with a sneer.

"Sister-in-law, tell me and listen."

"Yun Ting is not dead, he writes letters home every month to send money."

"Oh, I already know that, anything else?"

Zhao Yuqin was a little flustered, she swallowed and said, "I also know where Yunting was taken."

"where?"

Zhao Yuqin hesitated for a long time, then suddenly said fiercely, "If you want to know, you have to buy my information with money."

tsk tsk!
It's really a disciple of the church, and the master starved to death, and he used it on her by analogy.

"Forget it, sister-in-law, be a good neighbor and learn to be a good neighbor. If you stay with your mother-in-law, you will become her one day."

"Living life is calculated, but you can't always calculate others. Yun Ting is good as long as he is alive. As for where, I don't care. You should keep that secret in your stomach."

Seeing her pale face, Song Wenjun shook his head helplessly, "Secrets are secrets. Don't tell people around and don't get into trouble again."

After speaking, she didn't care about Zhao Yuqin's angry appearance, and returned home.

Xu Da and Jin Ling bought some cooked food for her, Xiaomei had already cooked the meal, and the three children sat in a row at the door, waiting for her to come back.

"sister in law?"

The first one to speak was Lu Jiaming. He had a good ear and had already memorized Song Wenjun's footsteps. Before she even walked around the tall thatch, he knew she was back.

Song Wenjun smiled and waved to them.

"Xiaomei, use the sickle to cut all these grasses tomorrow, dry them in the sun and keep them for fire in the winter."

"Okay, sister-in-law, you are tired today."

"Not tired!"

She cut up the cooked food and shared it with the three of them. Lu Xiaoman stared at the stewed chicken legs in the bowl, hesitantly dared to move his chopsticks.

"Eat, do you want me to feed you?"

The little kid shook his head like a rattle in fright, tore off a large piece of meat, put it in her bowl, and then chewed slowly like a little hamster.

(End of this chapter)