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

Chapter 200 Save A Little Flower
Yang's
In front of the dressing table full of bottles and jars, Shen Zhilan was rubbing her newly bought bright red lipstick with great interest.

Yang Zhongyi looked at Shen Zhilan who had just put down the lipstick and then picked up the blush to apply to his face, and frowned imperceptibly.

"Have you sent your mother this month's living expenses?"

I have to say that ginger is still old and spicy.

In order to clarify his own relationship, Mr. Shen explained all the reasons for arranging the work to the people below in front of the Qian and Yang families.

Just one point, be fair and just.

Both are granddaughters, with fleshy palms and backs.

There must be no bias.

The people working below were also clever, and arranged Yang Zhongyi, Shen Zhilan, Qian Xingwang, and Shen Zhimei into the cotton spinning factory not far from the compound.

Brothers-in-law Yang Zhongyi and Qian Xingwang lived in the same workshop, and sisters Shen Zhilan and Shen Zhimei lived in the same workshop. Not to mention the same salary, even the dormitories they shared were two pairs of doors with two rooms and one living room of the same type.

lest anyone gossip.

Because there are only five places in the cotton spinning factory, it would be unfair for Qian Zhizhi and Yang Sanhong to stay, so...

Both Qian Zhizhi and Yang Sanhong were assigned to a soap factory a few kilometers away from the cotton mill, while Mrs. Qian and Mrs. Yang were arranged to paste cartons in the soap factory because they were too old.

Although it is not a regular job, paper box pasting is a piece rate, and the more you paste, the more you earn.

The two old ladies are both money-seeking goods, and now they put all their energy into pasting paper boxes every day, for fear that they will make less money than the other party.

On Sunday, I have to take the cardboard box home and paste it at home, so I don't have the energy to trouble Shen Zhimei and Shen Zhilan at all.

In addition to sending living expenses on time every month, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law rarely get together.

If you can't even see each other, how can there be any contradictions? !

I have to say that the person in charge of this matter is really beautiful.

Shen Zhilan's hand for applying blush froze, her face was a little unnatural: "I added a lot of things to my family this month, why not... send them together after I get my salary next month."

"How many days have you been paid?" Yang Zhongyi's expression turned ugly.

Thirty yuan for one person, 60 yuan for two people, less than half a month after getting the salary...

These guys at home are as small as toothpaste and toothbrush, pots and pans, as large as sofas and wardrobes. Which one didn't Mr. Shen ask to buy when he moved?

Add something?
Tim those bottles and cans?
"If you're not in charge, you don't know that firewood, rice, oil and salt are expensive, and the prices in the capital are not like ours in Sichuan..." Shen Zhilan tried to explain.

"I remember that the rice in our rice tank and the noodles in the cupboard seemed to be delivered by someone when we moved, right?" Yang Zhongyi suppressed his anger.

Does she take him for a fool?
The family is so big, what is more and what is missing, how can he not count?

Shen Zhilan calmed down, "You also know that I have never had any clothes. In the past, I was fine in the countryside. Everyone wore patches and patches. No one should make fun of anyone. Now that I am in the capital, people wear bright colors. New clothes, I wear dusty and patched clothes by myself, your face doesn’t look good either, doesn’t it?”

Yang Zhongyi's expression moved slightly, but he didn't speak.

Seeing that Yang Zhongyi's face seemed to have softened a little, Shen Zhilan continued: "Sister Niu in our workshop, her husband is the director of the supply and marketing department, I think getting along with her will be good for you in the future..."

Hearing what she said, Yang Zhongyi's complexion improved obviously.

"Zhongyi, since we have chosen to come out, we have to play well, you don't want to stay in the workshop doing dirty work all the time!" Shen Zhilan got up and sat beside Yang Zhongyi, leaning gently on his shoulder.

"Let's save some money in the future! We just came out, and our foundation is shallow, so we can't compare with those with deep family background." Yang Zhongyi sighed.

If you don't go out, you really don't know how big the outside world is.

I don't know how much money is spent!

"How about... I'll go to my mother to borrow some money? First send this month's living expenses to your mother." Shen Zhilan's eyes lit up.

"Borrow it from your mother? Isn't it appropriate?!" Yang Zhongyi frowned.

The mother-in-law helped them take the children so that the two of them could go to work with peace of mind, which was already a lot of trouble for her.

Besides, the father-in-law's salary is in the hands of the father-in-law himself, and the living expenses received by the mother-in-law are considerable.

There is also a step-in-law in the house.

Look at the face surnamed Dong is not easy to get along with.

Putting the child there is enough trouble for the mother-in-law, borrowing money...

just forget it.

"I'm her own daughter, so there's nothing inappropriate." Shen Zhilan patted her bright red corduroy jacket, got up and walked out.

She doesn't want it, it's not that ugly ghost who is cheap.

Rather than cheap that ugly ghost, it's better to give it to her.

"Zhilan, I'll go and tell my mother later, it's fine to give it together next month, don't go..." Yang Zhongyi still couldn't pass the test of conscience after all.

"My mother has money, so don't worry about it." Shen Zhilan took off the small satchel hanging behind the door, and left without looking back.

Seeing the green wooden door shut with a bang, Yang Zhongyi felt frustrated for the first time.

The cotton mill is not far from the compound, and Shen Zhilan picks up and drops off her children every day, and the guard at the gate already knows her well.

Shen Zhilan walked into the small courtyard of the Shen family with ease.

Shen Xiaoqing, who was coaxing the children with Li Qiuhua in the living room on the first floor, saw Shen Zhilan coming, and said affectionately: "Yang Ming, let's see who is here?"

Li Qiuhua, who had his back to the courtyard gate, turned around in surprise when he heard this, "It's so early today?"

"There is a meeting this afternoon, so I get off work early." Shen Zhilan took her son from Li Qiuhua with a smile, and happily kissed her son's rosy cheeks.

The little guy was very affectionate when he saw his own mother, so he put his arms around Shen Zhilan's neck and didn't let go.

"Have grandpa and dad come back?" Shen Zhilan glanced in the direction of the stairs and asked in a low voice.

"I guess we'll have to wait a while. Do you have anything to do with them?" Li Qiuhua looked up at the sky.

Mr. Shen and Shen Jianguo both work in the office, and their off-duty hours are about the same.

"Is that there?" Shen Zhilan pouted again towards the room facing south on the first floor.

Li Qiuhua frowned slightly, without saying a word, shook his head at Shen Zhilan.

As for the step-mother-in-law Dong Manting with upturned nostrils...

Li Qiuhua was more jealous than disdainful.

Although Shen Jianguo never mentioned Dong Manting in front of her, she usually treats Dong Manting badly, but she knows that Shen Jianguo hates or even hates Dong Manting, but because of Mr. Shen's face, she can't say much. .

If what the old man said is true, then Dong Manting is a broken shoe.

It is not surprising that Shen Jianguo hates her.

"I'm going to Chen's house." Knowing that Li Qiuhua and Shen Zhilan didn't like Dong Manting and Shen Qiaoling's mother and daughter with eyes on top of their heads, when Shen Xiaoqing chatted with them privately about Dong Manting's mother and daughter, she never called them grandma and sister-in-law.

As for her staying with Dong Manting and Shen Qiaoling, what to say about Li Qiuhua and Shen Zhilan, only she knows.

(End of this chapter)