"The money is enough for us to spend for a long ti. Everyone should hide their money well and tell no one about it. Otherwise, we won’t get a penny of it."
Zhou Siyu had been living here for quite so ti now, unlike Zhao Xinlan, she quickly accepted the reality and began adapting to the environnt in order to survive, precisely because she understood Xiaolong’s character that she asked them to hide their money.
However, Zhou Lanfang said: "Hide what? If I give this money to him, he will definitely treat better and my status in the family will rise."
After being sold to this family, Zhou Lanfang often tried to please her husband with vegetables she grew herself, to let him know that she was a valuable person.
Zhao Xinlan said: "Don’t be silly. If he knows you have this much money, he will only interrogate you about where the money ca from and force you to go ask Lu Siyuan for more money. If you can’t get it, then prepare to be beaten! It’s better to keep the money for your own use."
Anyways, she wouldn’t give her money to Xiaolong, let alone Xiaolong’s wives.
"Cousin, Xinlan is right, keep the money for yourself and hide it well or your life will be harder than now. These people are insatiable, they won’t be grateful just because you give them so money." On this point, Zhou Siyu saw things more clearly than Zhou Lanfang.
She’s been sold so many tis, she no longer believes in the people here.
Zhou Lanfang was persuaded by the two, "Okay! I will go cook, you guys should hurry back!"
After saying that, she also told Zhou Siyu: "Siyu, you should hurry back with Xinlan too! Later, you can build a room next to Xinlan’s. The two of you can live together, you’ll be able to look after each other. Xinlan has many children, you should help her out. When her children grow up, they’ll be good to you too."
"Got it, you go cook!" Zhou Siyu was a bit impatient; she could fend for herself, why should she rely on soone else’s children?
When the two returned ho, Zhao Xinlan’s children ca out from the house. Since they interacted with her more, Zhao Xinlan taught them only Chinese, so they couldn’t speak the local language and were often bullied. Zhao Xinlan was not at all anxious; she planned to have her children learn Chinese, and when they grew up, they would go back to her ho country to develop. Then they would help her apply for local residency. As a foreigner, they could return to their own country – with so many children, at least one would succeed.
Holding this belief, Zhao Xinlan always treated these children well and taught them whenever she had ti.
Looking at these dark little children, Zhou Siyu felt nothing but disgust, which Zhao Xinlan did not notice. Zhao Xinlan said: "Siyu, help look after the kids, I am going to cook. You can squeeze in and sleep with tonight. Xiaolong should co over tomorrow, and then we can talk about building you another room."
Seeing Zhao Xinlan seed really hopeful for her to stay, Zhou Siyu couldn’t help but feel suspicious, "Xinlan, don’t you hate ?"
"Do I need to ask?" Zhao Xinlan said: "Of course, I hate you. But you’ve already co, what can be done? It’s more comforting to have soone I know here; otherwise, I’d probably have died from loneliness if you weren’t here."
"Aren’t you afraid of coming back and fighting over Xiaolong with you?" At first, Zhou Siyu thought Xiaolong was just a scumbag and hated him to death, but after being sold around, she realized those people were even worse than Xiaolong and it was better to be with Xiaolong.
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