Reborn 1980 Little Rich Wife

Chapter 66 The Patriarchal Old Lady

Mi Dabai desperately shook his head, he had never thought about it this way, he was willing to be filial to his parents.

"Grandma, when the family was separated, my dad asked you to live with my family. It was grandma, you insisted on following my uncle and the others. We also negotiated when the family was separated. How much money and food will be given to you a year. I just gave the stuff from my house, and now I’m going to give it to you again, let me tell you how much money and how much rice my uncle gave you.”

Originally, these things were explained clearly when the family was separated, and the two brothers also pressed their fingerprints, and it was clearly written on the paper how much each person should give to the two old people.

"What do you know about your family, a girl, Dabai, you sold a lot of money for the pigs you slaughtered, and you can lend half of it to Mom. I have to spend it in some places in the city."

The old lady had a good plan. She borrowed money from her son, and she would definitely not repay it. As for whose pocket the borrowed money would go into, it was self-evident.

"No, the money is for my two children to study, and no one will borrow it."

Chen Xiaohua clutched her pockets subconsciously, and looked at the old lady as if she were a class enemy. She didn't bother arguing with the old lady anymore, anyway, she never listened to it.

"Forget about Jingjing. If Mi Qian is a girl who reads a book, it makes sense to get married as soon as possible. It will cost money and food to continue studying."

If anyone in Mi Qian's family can eat a piece of candy from the old lady's hand, it is Mi Jing, a boy with a handle. The old lady is notoriously patriarchal.

And she never concealed it in front of Mi Qian. The old lady hated Mi Qian very much when she was born. If Chen Xiaohua hadn't given birth to a son later, the old lady might not even let Chen Xiaohua sit in confinement.

A hen that can't lay eggs, why should she stay in confinement and eat eggs and meat.

"You don't need to take care of my children, you just take care of yourself."

Chen Xiaohua dropped this sentence bluntly, entered the room and slammed the door.

Seeing her being so aggressive, the old lady was so angry that she rubbed her chest and screamed for pain, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

"Look at this shameless person, she dared to slam the door in front of me, alas, my chest, alas, no one wants it."

The old lady kept beating her chest, looking like she was about to get overwhelmed.

Mi Dabo was really afraid that she would get angry at that time, but the more he tried to persuade the old lady, the more she howled. Mi Qian watched coldly from the side, thinking that she was just used to it.

However, you can't beat or scold an old lady at this age. Mrs. Mi wants to come here to fish now, so her temper has been restrained. When she was young, she could stand in the yard and scold someone. Hours without rest.

"Grandma, you have to take it easy. If you get mad at your body, our family can't afford to go to the hospital for treatment."

Facing the old lady's nonsense, Mi Qian stood as if watching the excitement, seemingly not angry at all, but what she said was indeed heartbreaking.

Who told this old lady to only care about her youngest son in her previous life? When her father had something to do, she pretended not to know. If something happened to her and something happened to her eldest son, the old lady probably didn't shed a single tear!
Even if the old lady suffered retribution later on, Mi Qian felt a fire in her chest, which made her heart ache.

"Look, it's all taught by your daughter-in-law. She can say such things. Isn't this a curse for me to be sick?"

The old lady felt aggrieved, tears immediately filled her eyes, and she began to curse at people with a long voice.

"Winter~~~ wind~~~ blowing, trees~~leaves~~ yellow, there is~that~no~filial piety~son~beating~bullying~dear~mother~..."

When the neighbors around heard the voice, they quickly raised their heads to look over. There was no other way, the old lady's voice was too recognizable.

　Chinese cabbage, Dilihuang, no recommendation, no collection

　　


(End of this chapter)