novelraw Chapter 43 Whose Mother-in-Law Is It?
Chapter 43 Whose Mother-in-Law Is It?
Seeing that Zheng Meizhi had no intention of letting her go, Yang Wuni had no choice but to go up to her and fight her.
"Yang Wuni, how can you be so shameless?"
How did my mother-in-law suddenly become your mother-in-law?
How did the mother born in the stable become Zhang Changyao's mother?
Zheng Meizhi was taken aback by Yang Wuni's words and was speechless. She then began to argue irrationally.
"If you ask me, it's your stable boy who shouldn't be wearing the clothes my mother-in-law bought."
My mother-in-law gave him away; he's someone else's child.
Otherwise, go home and return the clothes my mother-in-law bought for Ma Pengsheng.
"Our Zhang Changyao doesn't have a brother like your Ma Pengsheng."
Yang Wuni turned the tables and, like Zheng Meizhi, put her hands on her hips.
"Yang Wuni, you shameless bastard, you...you just wait."
Speechless after being confronted by Yang Wuni, Zheng Meizhi covered her face and ran back to find Ma Pengsheng.
"You little brat, trying to act tough with me? You think you're worthy?"
Yang Wuni, victorious, swaggered into the courtyard.
"Wu Ni, don't cook tonight. Come to my room for dinner with Chang Yao."
Zhao Xiulan saw that Yang Wuni had won the argument with Zheng Meizhi.
Pretending not to know anything, I leaned out the window and called to her through the plastic sheeting.
"Aunt Xiulan, I understand. I'll wait for Zhang Changyao to come back."
Yang Wuni was happy to learn from Zheng Meizhi that Zhao Xiulan had bought new clothes for Zhang Changyao.
She listened to Zhang Changyao's words and thought he was right.
With Zhao Xiulan around, Zhang Kaiju has to behave himself.
As long as I keep an eye on Zhang Changyao and prevent Zhao Xiulan from taking advantage of him, everything will be fine.
She was thinking about getting a good deal, but that had nothing to do with Zhao Xiulan buying her things.
She thought that as long as there was no romantic relationship between them, Zhao Xiulan could treat Zhang Changyao however she wanted.
Yang Wuni returned to her room, wrapped up the diaper cloth that Zhang Shuhua had given her, and put it under the quilt.
The remaining scraps of cloth were laid out on the kang (a heated brick bed) and weighed to see what they could be used for.
Scraps of fabric are originally the material for sweaters; they are very soft and don't have a specific shape.
After thinking it over, Yang Wuni divided the scraps of cloth into four parts.
Each piece was sewn together with needle and thread to make four small rags for wiping the kang (a heated brick bed) and washing dishes.
She had never seen such soft material before, so she kept fiddling with the few small rags.
One moment it's stuck to my belly, the next I pick it up and rub it on my face.
Zhang Changyao got up early and arrived at the entrance of the grain depot to wait for Wang Jianjie.
He would chat with Lu Shi among the gatekeepers, taking advantage of the moment when Lu Shi went to the outhouse to urinate.
He opened the pig's head and poured more than ten pieces into his lunchbox.
It's not that Zhang Changyao is a snob, but he doesn't give all the food to Lu Shi.
The old man was stubborn and had told him not to let Zhang Changyao buy him anything.
He said he was single, had work to do, and didn't lack food.
Tell him to give the things to Captain Wang Jianjie; that guy is petty and can't stand seeing others do well.
If you give him a little something in return, you can make money under him.
They watched as Wang Jianjie rode his bicycle into the backyard of the grain depot.
Zhang Changyao ran a few steps and caught up with Wang Jianjie, who had just gotten out of the car.
He took a piece of pork head from his pocket and stuffed it into the green canvas bag hanging on his car.
"Zhang Changyao, this job can lead to farming, so do your best."
Wang Jianjie knew that the oil-soaked paper package contained cooked food.
Patting Zhang Changyao on the shoulder was his way of giving him a response.
With this connection, Zhang Changyao was able to carry a large bag on his very first day.
It was still a small burlap sack weighing 100 jin (50 kg) each. The people who took the sacks by piece were all discerning and must have given Wang Jianjie a gift.
Among the fifth brother's men, Zhang Changyao is the youngest and also the most hardworking.
"Young man, take it easy, we still need it tonight."
One of the fat men, a man in his forties, patted Zhang Changyao on the waist, telling him to use it sparingly.
Zhang Changyao chuckled foolishly, ignoring them; these people were all in cahoots.
He was afraid that if he talked too much, they might accidentally find out that he and Wang Jianjie had no relationship.
It's fine when I'm working, but it's boring to be alone on the way back.
Springtime isn't as cold as winter, and he kept looking back as he walked.
I hope to see a horse-drawn carriage or a donkey cart passing by.
He was having a bad day; there were no cars around. He sullenly stopped looking back.
"Third Uncle, I knew it was you just by looking at your back."
A tall man suddenly appeared from the side of the road and patted him on the shoulder from behind.
"Yutian, it's you? Didn't you let your sheep out to graze today?"
Zhang Changyao turned around and found that it was Guan Lin's eldest son, Guan Yutian.
"Third Uncle, that woman didn't like me. She said I was crooked and looked like an elm tree branch."
Guan Yutian was tall, slightly hunched, bald, and had a long face.
With a big nose, big eyes, and a wide mouth, he spoke in a rough, hoarse voice, and his answers to Zhang Changyao were often irrelevant.
He is three years younger than Zhang Changyao, and at twenty years old this year, he is also of marriageable age.
I went to Beitun to meet a potential partner today, but we didn't end up meeting. My daughter complained that he wasn't straight.
"Yutian, then straighten your body and show him."
Am I, at over 1.8 meters tall, not good enough for her?
In my opinion, that woman has no taste; she should only look for the kind of guy who's easy to pick.
Those short people who aren't even as tall as your legs have nowhere to bend over even if they wanted to.
Zhang Changyao patted Guan Yutian on the back, and Guan Yutian straightened his back with great effort, and he really stopped hunching over.
"Third Uncle, I didn't like her either, her face is full of pockmarks."
They're not even as high as my armpits, and they stutter when they speak.
Guan Yutian was so cold that his nose was running, and he flicked the clear snot he squeezed out with his hand, which landed on the ground.
Then he lifted one foot, wiped the remaining snot on the sole of his shoe, and then wiped his hands clean on the side of his clothes.
"Yutian, if you ask me, you're not in a hurry. Your older sister isn't married yet, what are you rushing for?"
"Your mother is something else, letting you wear only a single layer of clothing in this freezing weather."
Zhang Changyao held Guan Yutian's thin shirt with heartache, then looked at his neck and face, which were red from the cold.
"Third Uncle, please don't say that. It was all that wicked Zheng Meizhi's idea."
She said I looked clumsy and awkward in cotton clothes, and insisted that my mother dress me in single-layer clothes.
My shirt is torn; it's what my dad wears when he goes out. Look, his arms and legs aren't long enough.
Guan Yutian stretched out his arms and spread his legs for Zhang Changyao to see.
Zhang Changyao glanced at them and saw that they were indeed a full skewer short, with some flesh still showing.
"Third Uncle, let me tell you, that Zheng Meizhi is no good person."
She wouldn't leave my house every night until we were all asleep, and only left when she had nowhere else to sit.
My mother doesn't even bother with her, but she's always clinging to my father.
I asked my dad to tell her about things from when he was young, and whether he had any women he liked when he was young.
My dad treats her better than he treats us; he answers all her questions.
My mother couldn't ignore what she said, and my father got angry right then and there.
Third Uncle, if you have time, talk to my father. Don't pay any attention to that mistress who keeps a lover.
That stable boy started glaring at me whenever he saw me; he doesn't care about my father at all.
When Guan Yutian saw that they were almost home, he quickly told Zhang Changyao that he wanted him to help persuade Guan Lin.
"Yutian, don't meddle in adults' affairs. Your father is more cunning than we are."
Zheng Meizhi and Ma Pengsheng are people you can't afford to mess with. Don't let your father beat you up again because of this.
From now on, when Zheng Meizhi visits, just leave. Pretend you didn't hear anything she said.