No one can disturb my retirement life in the Red Mansion

"Ms. Jia Zhang, you are preaching about the remnants of feudalism. You need to be educated by the streets and attend classes." Director Feng's face turned even more ugly, but he still said patiently.

Jia Zhang didn't dare to howl immediately. She really howled for a long time without even a drop of tears. It was really a shame for her.

"I'll send you to the countryside again and I'll send you six and a half dollars a month. You don't have a city registered permanent residence. Before, you went to live with your son, but you are under fifty years old, so you don't meet the regulations. Now that your son is dead, you are more There is no reason to be in the city." Director Yang also sat down and spoke slowly and not loud enough for Jia Zhang to help him. He was almost annoyed to death. After talking for a long time, he understood clearly that this was to drag his daughter-in-law to death. If the daughter-in-law can say that she took away the child, she is considered a good mother. No one can stand such a mother-in-law.

"His uncle..." Mrs. Jia Zhang hurriedly grabbed Yi Zhonghai.

"Huai Ru, you really want to leave your mother-in-law and your child." Although Yi Zhonghai felt that now was not the place to talk, he was still shocked. He also pointed at Qin Huairu and his children to support him in his old age. Now that her mother-in-law and children are gone, how can she give him an outsider to support him in his old age?
"I let her choose first. I don't want a job or money. If she wants a child, I will leave the house." Ou Mengmeng said very calmly.

"Then the job won't be great in the future. You just don't want to go to work now. You're indolent and don't respect the elderly." Yi Zhonghai thought that Qin Huairu didn't want to work because he didn't want to work in the workshop, so he waited for the job to be replaced in a few years. Nowadays, whoever raises a child gets 20 yuan. Qin Huairu goes to the street to take a job as a box-pastor and earns more than 10 yuan a month. Plus the 20 yuan for the children, and without the burden of Jia Zhang, her life It's relaxing and comfortable. She didn't lose her reputation, she supported herself, and she didn't abandon her children. She will feel more comfortable when Banggeng is at work. Yi Zhonghai felt that there was no such good thing, and he became increasingly angry the more he thought about it. In his opinion, disrespecting the elderly is a heinous crime!
Ou Mengmeng didn't want to talk to him. Who did he think he was? Why did he use logic to kidnap her with morality?

"Then I want Banggeng, the loser and the baby for her." When Jia Zhang heard that the work station could be reserved for Banggeng, she immediately said, "What if the baby in the belly can't be born? What about eight yuan?" …”

"Jia Zhang!" Director Feng frowned. This was too much. From this, we can see why Qin Huairu insisted on separating from this person. Now he also feels that this is necessary.

"What if!" Mrs. Jia Zhang stared with triangular eyes.

"In case, then 27.5 divided by three. I still don't want a cent." Ou Mengmeng said directly without thinking.

"Nacheng is divided into two households, one for Jia Zhang and the eldest grandson Jia Gen. The two of them receive 13 yuan per month. Qin Huairu and his two children earn 14.5 yuan per month. The two families have been inseparable since then. Before. Jia Dongxu's house was also allocated by the factory. Thinking that Jia Zhang is used to the compound life, the house will be given to Jia Gen. Director Feng nodded and said to Jia Zhang.

In fact, Director Feng was a little optimistic about Deputy Director Li's quick wit just now, because he did not follow Qin Huairu's written instructions and deliberately redistributed them. He believed that Qin Huairu must have a way to allocate them according to her ideas.

"Yes, yes, the house is ours." Jia Zhang nodded hurriedly. Although she was reluctant to give up one dollar and a half less, she also nodded hurriedly after seeing the expression on her face.

"Children's education..." Ou Mengmeng didn't care. The agreement could be rewritten, but it would take some paper and ink, and the paper and ink were not her own. She really doesn't need to feel bad. So she didn't mind having one less child, but she hesitated and said it.

Looking at Mrs. Jia Zhang's behavior, and seeing from her memory that Mrs. Jia Zhang actually taught her grandson to steal, don't you know that stealing needles when you are young will steal gold when you are old? If she really gave the child to Jia Zhang, she would doubt whether the child would have to go to a reform school or a juvenile detention center to see him in the future. Although it is not logical, this is not his own child, but it is my own biological child. Besides, if he is really a bad learner, how can he hide from it?
"It's none of your business, get out of here, you are no longer the wife of our old Jia family." Ms. Jia Zhang jumped up and began to curse. Now, everyone in the factory office knew why. The daughter-in-law dragged the body to the factory and was separated from her mother-in-law. I really couldn't have this mother-in-law. Jia Zhang's scolding made even Deputy Factory Director Li want to step forward and slap him. He glared at Yi Zhonghai, asking him to stop him. Why don't you stop the people Yi Zhonghai brought?

Yi Zhonghai lost his mind for a moment. "Qin Huairu" just ignored him, but now he was deeply irritated. This was tantamount to humiliation for him. When he saw the look in Deputy Factory Director Li's eyes, he quickly grabbed Jia Zhang.

After waiting for Mrs. Jia Zhang to shut up, Ou Mengmeng finally spoke.

"Do you know how to read? How do you educate Bangge? And he will only have six and a half yuan until he is eighteen years old. Starting from this year, he will go to school. There are two semesters each year, two yuan for the first and second grade; and two yuan for the third to fifth grade. Five yuan; in middle school, ten yuan. Although daily stationery and pencils cost a few cents, you know that even if they are not playing around, they only use one every three to five days, as well as erasers, textbooks, and extracurricular activities. Crayons for books and drawings, white sneakers for physical education, white shirts, blue pants, and red scarves for major festivals, electric lights for homework, and coal in winter. Can you take two less bites to keep him full? Are you sure you want to use these six and a half yuan to support him until he is eighteen? "

Ou Mengmeng has been a primary school principal for thirty years. It seems that nine years of compulsory education costs very little money, but for poor families, these small expenses can drive an adult to death.

In addition to what she just said, she also needs to learn to write large characters, whether to buy a brush or ink; the fourth grade has to learn pen calligraphy. The cheapest hero pen costs three yuan, and it will break if dropped. Will leak. Now that you are not in the mood to replace it with a new one, you have to repair it. How many cents does it cost to repair a pen...

What kind of era is this, an era when you can't even have enough to eat? How dare you say that you raise a child by yourself and also provide education. It's not that Ou Mengmeng looks down on him, but she really can't afford it for thirteen yuan?

Jia Zhang opened her mouth wide, but jumped up again, "You know how to read."

"I admit, I can also afford to raise my children." Qin Huairu said calmly.

"Bullshit, you just want that six and a half yuan..." Jia Zhang cursed again.

"It's better to give the child to Qin Huairu. A child raised like this will not be able to give him a job position in the future." Director Feng turned to Factory Director Yang.

"Of course." Director Yang now felt that the children trained by the old lady in this way were not bad. Seeing that the old lady was making trouble again, he hurriedly said, "Then I'll give you 6.8."

"It's more than three cents a month, enough to buy two kilograms of stick noodles." Deputy Factory Li was very smart now. (End of chapter)