After wearing the book, I started to counterattack

Chapter 10 Husband and wife quarrel
Chengcheng has recently gotten used to his parents not being around, and he is not afraid of sleeping alone, so Feng Le tidied up, locked the doors and windows, and went back.

When she got home, her head was still buzzing, a bunch of Ultramans were spinning around in her mind, she shook her head, looked at the messy house, and sighed, her head was getting bigger, and she didn't know where to clean it up .

In the end, they could only simply clean up an open space. After finishing all this, Feng Le was a little out of breath.

This body is a little weak.

Thinking about it, the grandparents and grandchildren usually don’t have no income, but Grandma Feng doesn’t want to spend it, so she eats bad vegetables and saves it all the time, until she finally gets sick, and the money disappears in a blink of an eye.

This is totally overkill.

It seems that he should treat himself better in the future. This injured body needs to be recovered well. Feng Le doesn't want to continue to have a sick body.

Feng Le shook his hands, his hands were a little dirty, he searched, and found a small bucket in a corner outside the house.

The bucket was placed under a passing water pipe, and the cracked water pipe dripped a few drops of water from time to time, and gradually it gathered into such a small half bucket of water.

Following the light coming from the door, Feng Le simply washed his hands, thankfully he took a shower at Chen Xue's house just now, otherwise he would really have to wash in the public toilet.

I have to get some money quickly and find a house to live in.

As soon as he saw this messy and dilapidated cabin, Feng Le's heart was aroused, and he went back to the house and searched here and there to find some abandoned and unsuitable tools.

Pick up the notch screwdriver and start repairing an electric fan.

This electric fan is a style that Feng Le is more familiar with, and the problem is relatively simple. It should be that the screws inside have fallen off, or something is stuck, so it keeps buzzing non-stop.

The maintenance level is relatively simple. Feng Le unscrewed all the screws and checked it. Sure enough, the screw was missing. Then the screw kept turning inside and then got stuck, so it kept making a sound, sometimes moving, sometimes not moving.

Get out the screws, install and screw them on, and it will be fine, the fan blades whirr quietly.

Seeing this, Feng Le breathed a sigh of relief, noticed the dust on the fan blades, thought it was going to be sold tomorrow, so he brought in the half bucket of water outside the house, found a rag to wipe it, the fan immediately Just look brand new.

Looking at the repaired fan, Feng Le was a little depressed. She shook her hand, and a few drops of water fell from her palm. It was a little strange, was it so hot that her palms were sweating?
Why is it only in the right hand but not in the left hand?
Looking at a pile of turned-out fans, Feng Le said helplessly, "Obviously there are a bunch of fans, but I dare not use them at all."

I really dare not use it. With such a simple plug, Feng Le plugged in the fan and tested it, and the orange light bulb above his head would directly dim by a few degrees.

With such an unstable old circuit, Feng Le was even scared when he saw it, and immediately unplugged the fan after it was plugged in, fearing that it would burn out a few minutes later.

So turning on the fan is out of the question.

But the room was too stuffy and smelly, making Feng Le want to vomit. Looking at the finished fan, Feng Le decided to give himself a rest and go outside to get some air.

Although the air outside the house is not much better than inside, at least it won't suffocate people.

Cautiously out of the yard, Feng Le had just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard movement in Chen Xue's house next door.

It seems that the couple are back.

Originally, Feng Le planned to go over and talk to them, but as soon as he got closer, he stopped when he heard their voices.

"...Do you know that the family has no money, and you still give money to others. Is that your own mother? You give hundreds of dollars to others without blinking an eye."

"I borrowed her..."

"What's the point of borrowing or not? It's not like you don't know what money the grandparent and grandson who pick up trash have. If you lend her, it's better to throw it into the water, at least you can still hear the sound."

It was a man with a tired voice who spoke loudly. He was Chen Xue's husband, and Chen Xue retorted weakly.

"Did you know that she had a hole in the top of her head at that time, and she was bleeding all over her head. If you don't save her, she will die."

Hearing the conversation between the husband and wife, Feng Le immediately stopped in his tracks, and deliberately moved back, hiding under a shadow.

The husband and wife quarreled because of her. If she stood up at this time, both parties would look very embarrassed, so it was best to hide, and Feng Le dared not even make a sound.

Hearing Chen Xue's words, Feng Le lowered his head, knowing her embarrassment, and began to plan in his mind to go to the big boss who collected the waste products tomorrow, sell the things in this house first, and pay her back the money first.

The noise of the quarrel outside was still there, or it was a pile of trifling matters that had been accumulated and suppressed on weekdays, and now Feng Le, the match, exploded with just a touch, and the husband and wife quarreled in this quiet alley at night.

"Death is death. Is a bastard with no parents more important than your son? Do you know how difficult it is to study in Yuncheng? He has to pay tens of thousands of yuan in tuition fees for elementary school in Chengcheng. How much are the odds and ends of tuition and fees, and I can’t make enough to work every day!"

When it came to money, Chen Xue's husband's voice was so loud that it was very ear-piercing at night, making Chen Xue's sleeping youngest son "wow" cry loudly.

Chen Xue hurriedly started coaxing her youngest son. The husband on the side was still talking non-stop, and Chen Xue couldn't help it anymore. She looked at her husband with red eyes.

"Money, money, why do we have no money? Why can't my son afford to go to school after working in Yuncheng for so many years?"

"You still have the nerve to mention your little salary. Have I seen it? Your mother took it away before I saw it!"

Chen Xue said in a crying voice: "You used it to support your parents and your brother. I don't say anything about raising your parents. It should be a son, but your brother has hands and feet and is in his twenties. If you don’t work and make trouble every day, you just idle around and eat dry food, so let your brother take care of you.”

"You said that you are an older brother, what's wrong with raising a younger brother? Okay, I will! He spends more at home alone than our family of four in the city. What did I say? No! But ask yourself , does your brother regard you as a brother? Last year during the Chinese New Year, he went out to fool around all night, and only came back to sleep the next morning. He hated the crazy Chengcheng who set off firecrackers outside, and gave him a slap when it was New Year's Eve."

"Don't say that he eats mine and uses mine, but that Chengcheng is his nephew, a child, how could he have the heart to do it, and slapped him directly in the face, and it swelled up, making his son stupid You said why I let my son study in Yuncheng, with an uncle like him, can he learn well? Can he live?"

"I just gave birth to my second child not long ago, and I carried him out to work. Your mother once said, did you come to help once? She only knows how to get money, and she doesn't care about having a grandson. There is only her precious son here, if I give them the money, I might as well give it to Lele!"

(End of this chapter)