Time Space: The Rough Man’s Sick Beauty Turned Wild

Chapter 83 Where did this money come from?

When Shen Zhimei returned to Lao Qian's house with cotton wool on her back, Mrs. Qian was sitting in the yard basking in the sun, while Qian Dabao was poking at the ant nest in the corner with a small stick.

Seeing Shen Zhimei coming back with cotton wool on her back, Mrs. Qian curled her lips.

"Mom!" Shen Zhimei lowered her head and shouted submissively.

"Don't! I can't be your mother." Mrs. Qian sneered, "What did you leave at our old Qian's house?"

"Mom, I was wrong." Shen Zhimei didn't dare to look up.

The moment she decided to come back, she was mentally prepared.

"Wrong! How could you be wrong? Wrong, it's my fault too. I shouldn't have let you into my old Qian's house in the first place." Mrs. Qian snorted coldly.

"But it's okay now. You can make room for yourself. I'm thinking of finding a good-looking girl for my family, Xingwang, so that my family, Xingwang, can have a fat son next year."

Hearing this, Shen Zhimei couldn't help but blush.

After a moment, her legs softened and she knelt down.

Mrs. Qian curled her lips mockingly. The pride in his eyes was even more undisguised.

"Mom, I was wrong. Just because I gave birth to two daughters for Xingwang, please forgive me this time." Shen Zhimei's tears dripped down her lowered eyebrows, one by one. Smashed into the mud in front of his knees.

After a while, a large area was soaked.

"You'd better leave quickly! Carry your new cotton wool on your back and go back to your parents' home, lest people see it later and tell you that I'll teach you." Old Mrs. Qian raised her chin and twitched the corner of her mouth.

She wanted to see if her widowed mother, who was carrying a small one and carrying a medicine jar, could still afford to support her and the two losers.

"Mom, I really know I was wrong. These two beds of cotton wool and cotton are all used as dowry for Zhizhi."

Shen Zhimei crawled to Mrs. Qian's feet, hurriedly untied the cotton wool from her back and placed it on the recliner next to Mrs. Qian. She then took out the five large unity sheets and a pile of dimes from her pocket. In front of Mrs. Qian.

Old Mrs. Qian's muddy old eyes suddenly lit up as she looked at the five big unity tickets and the scattered cents.

"Where did you get this money? Did you go out to hook up with a wild man, and the wild man gave it to you?"

While talking, Mrs. Qian naturally put the five big tickets and the scattered cents into her pocket.

"My mother gave it to me." Shen Zhimei explained hurriedly.

Old Lady Qian snorted, "You're coaxing a fool! As for your widow, she doesn't owe the production team a famine, even if she can do it, she still has money to give you!"

"My mother really gave it to me." Shen Zhimei said, panicking and taking out the two unopened packets of milk powder in the bag and sending them to Mrs. Qian.

"My little sister writes articles for magazines in Beijing and earns more than a hundred yuan every month." Shen Zhimei explained quickly.

A hundred or so yuan...

Mrs. Qian was completely stunned.

He Chunsheng, the man at the east end of the village, works as a worker in a machinery factory for thirty yuan a month. He Chunsheng's snobbish mother acts like an official's wife, walking with her head held high every day.

I don't like this one, and I can't look at that one.

She looked like no one could be worthy of her He Chunsheng except the immortals.

"That sick boy in your family is so sick? How can you earn so much money by writing about that?" Mrs. Qian looked at Shen Zhimei suspiciously, with a bit of scrutiny in her eyes.

"It's true. My little sister asked her classmate's cousin to buy this cotton wool and milk powder in a department store." Shen Zhimei shrank her neck and said tremblingly.

Mrs. Qian stared at Shen Zhimei for a long time, curled her lips and said, "Get up!" "Mom, I really know I was wrong. I will never dare to run around again." Shen Zhimei promised with tears.

"I asked you to get up, but you can't hear me? What? You still want me, an old lady, to ask you to get up?" Mrs. Qian frowned and looked at Shen Zhimei with some disgust.

Sometimes she felt that this **** and her useless second son were a perfect match.

They're all equally useless!

Shen Zhimei stood up carefully.

Before Mrs. Qian could speak, Shen Zhimei consciously sent the cotton wool from the recliner into Mrs. Qian's room.

Mrs. Qian followed closely behind with milk powder, as if to guard against thieves.

The two little girls frowned as they watched the snow-white cotton wool disappear at the door of Mrs. Qian's house, with a trace of reluctance in their eyes.

"You lose money, why are you back here? Is it because your widowed grandma has no food for you to eat?" Qian Dabao, who had finished poking the ant nest, walked up to Da Ya Er Ya, swinging his stick.

"My grandma's family eats rice porridge, scrambled eggs, meat buns, and braised pork every day." Da Ya said loudly, glaring at Qian Dabao angrily.

"My aunt also boiled sweet eggs and big pork ribs for us, and also gave us glutinous rice sticks, big apples and big peaches." Erya also rubbed her neck and made a milky voice.

"You can really make it up and give back big apples and big peaches. Have you two losers ever seen what a big apple or a big peach looks like?" Qian Dabao curled his lips.

He had so much money in the milk cupboard that he was reluctant to buy him big apples and peaches. How could the widowed grandmother of these two losers be willing to buy them the big apples and peaches that city people eat?

"Your widowed grandmother's house is so nice, why are you coming back?" Qian Dabao rolled his eyes and said with a smile.

The expressions of the two sisters, Da Ya and Er Ya, suddenly changed.

Qian Dabao, thinking he had guessed correctly, laughed and clapped his hands, "Those who lose money are liars, those who lose money are liars..."

Da Ya gritted her teeth, "We didn't lie, we are not liars..."

Erya put the small bundle in her hand on the ground, dug out an apple that she was reluctant to eat yesterday, held it in both hands and raised it to Qian Dabao, "Is this a big apple?"

The sweet smell of apples made Qian Dabao swallow hard.

Seeing Qian Dabao's action, Erya reacted almost instantly and quickly took the apple back.

At this moment, she didn't care about the baggage on the ground, and ran into the house holding the apple.

However, the man's calves were short, and Qian Dabao grabbed his hair in the blink of an eye.

Qian Dabao exerted force on his hand, and Erya burst into tears from the pain.

Da Ya wanted to go up to help, but was kicked down by Qian Dabao. Before she could get up, the apple had fallen into Qian Dabao's hands.

"Click" Qian Dabao took a bite, and a big pit suddenly appeared on the red apple.

Erya said "Wow" and burst into tears.

When Mrs. Qian and Shen Zhimei came out, they saw a lot of chaos in the yard.

Mrs. Qian shouted angrily with a sullen face, "Sangmenxing, why are you crying? I'm not dead yet."

Shen Zhimei quickly stepped forward and covered Erya's mouth, and said cautiously, "Mom, don't be angry, I'll go back to the house and teach them."

"Go back to the house? Go back to what house? There is so much work at home, can't you see it? I think you are just lazy." Old Mrs. Qian pinched her waist and cursed.

(End of chapter)