Luo Zhiming, recalling those unbearable days in bed when Fang Xiu wouldn’t let him touch her, felt a rush of heat through his body and imdiately agreed.
He handed the money to Fang Xiu, gently coaxing her, "Alright, alright, my dear wife, don’t be angry, here you go, all for you, is that okay now?"
"That’s more like it." Fang Xiu gave him a sweet smile and began planning how to spend the money, "Zhiming, I’ve set my eyes on so stunning fabric at the supply and sales co-op. I’m thinking of getting so to have your eldest sister make two vests like the ones Hong Lan has."
Luo Zhiming curled his lip, feeling sowhat impatient in his heart.
This woman was completely different from before they got married.
Before their marriage, no matter how much money he spent or how he spent it, she always looked at him with eyes full of admiration as if he was so great hero. She never tried to restrict him; as long as he was happy, she was happy.
But once they got married, she changed drastically. She had to manage everything, forbidding him from going out, from looking at other won.
Especially when it ca to money, she kept a tight grip. As soon as she slled the slightest scent of money on him, she would search and force him until she took all his money, leaving him with not a penny.
She claid it was for their future, but in reality, after getting hold of the money, she wouldn’t let him spend it while she herself would splurge on clothes, fabric, food, and necessities, buying anything she saw.
The mont Luo Zhiming opposed her, she would refuse intimacy between husband and wife.
Yet, for the ti being, Fang Xiu’s body still had a fatal attraction for Luo Zhiming, and so he let her be in charge.
When he really needed money and couldn’t get it from Fang Xiu, he’d go to Zhou Yuni and wheedle so out of her.
Eventually, Luo Cuilan, after circling Zhou Yun for a long ti with tears and tantrums, got Zhou Yuni to agree to give her three yuan a month for her to save up. However, once she gets married, Zhou Yuni certainly wouldn’t contribute a penny towards her dowry.
Luo Cuilan didn’t care about the future; she just thought that getting a little now was better than getting nothing at all.
As a result, the twenty-five yuan that Zhou Yuni had managed to keep from her earnings was now reduced to twelve yuan, which was about the sa as the fifteen dollars Fang Pingying initially agreed to give each month.
Thinking it over, Zhou Yuni felt that Fang Pingying had overpaid. Otherwise, she could have saved an additional ten or more yuan each month.
Thus, Zhou Yuni couldn’t help but feel a great dissatisfaction with Fang Pingying again.
Recalling Fang Ping’s recent request for her to buy more groceries, she decided she wouldn’t buy anything at all. Since there were vegetables and fruits in the garden at ho, there was no need to buy those, and she planned to outright refrain from buying at this market day - she wanted to embarrass Fang Ping and see how she’d manage to invite people over to eat.
Fang Pingying, naturally aware that Zhou Yuni wouldn’t spend money on groceries, took the opportunity while Luo Zhiyong was catching up with his comrades to go to the dedicated agricultural market and buy two pounds of at and a two-pound grass carp.
With eggs at ho, and plenty of vegetables and fruits too, there was no need for formalities with her own uncle. As long as there was enough to eat, it was fine.
Seeing that her shopping was about done, she planned to take her purchases ho with her.
But as she was passing through the entrance of the agricultural market, she unexpectedly saw soone selling sausages.
This item didn’t seem so special in Fang Pingying’s eyes, but it was quite a rarity in the small town at that ti.
Many people were asking about it, but it was too expensive, costing several cents more per pound than at, so few were willing to buy it.
Fang Pingying naturally couldn’t afford it either, but she was tempted to try making so herself to eat.
However, the sausage was truly a luxury item at that ti; Fang Pingying rembered it had to be stuffed with at, and feared that even several pounds of at wouldn’t yield much; she decided to forget it and wait until New Year’s when her family slaughtered a pig or had leftover at to attempt it.
After making a round at the farrs’ market, she ended up buying so tofu and carried it to the place where Luo Zhiyong and his comrade-in-arms were chatting.
Luo Zhiyong’s comrade had just left not long ago, and Luo Zhiyong was about to look for her. Seeing her holding several items, he helped take them from her hands while asking, "How co you’re buying groceries alone? Where are the others from my family?"
Fang Pingying glanced towards the entrance of the post office and saw that Zhou Yuni and the others were not there anymore, she shook her head and said, "I don’t know, I guess they went back, I left after getting so money from her."
"Got money? For buying groceries?" Luo Zhiyong didn’t understand at first.
"Suppose you could say that," Fang Pingying thought for a mont and then explained, "But not exactly. Just now, I saw everyone asking her for pocket money, so I took five yuan as well."
Hearing this, Luo Zhiyong’s heart felt slightly sour, as if, after all the talking, it was because he did not earn much, so while he could take care of one end, he couldn’t take care of the other; he could take care of his family but not his own wife.
He was silent for a while, then said to Fang Pingying, "Otherwise, after I leave, I’ll send the money directly to you. You keep what you need first, then give the rest to my mom?"
Fang Pingying understood what he was thinking and smiled slightly at him, "No need, if you sent the money to , mom would also be unhappy. It’s not that I don’t have money to use, but I feel your money has a different significance for ."
The truth was, Fang Pingying felt a bit conflicted too. According to the money she was currently making from her business, she really didn’t lack five yuan to spend, and she might not even spend five yuan in a month; she was not like Fang Xiu and the others who liked to splurge.
For the most part, aside from buying so essentials that won must buy, like so clothes when the seasons change, Fang Pingying wouldn’t spend much money.
But it just felt to her that this money was earned by Luo Zhiyong, and if she didn’t take any of it, or even touch it, she would feel like her role as Luo Zhiyong’s wife was superfluous.
It felt almost like it had in her previous life when Luo Zhiyong returned to his unit and they weren’t together, as if they really had no relationship anymore.
Luo Zhiyong, however, seed to understand her thoughts, feeling a spontaneous pride in his heart—turns out, he could also earn money for his wife to spend.
These days, he had been staying at ho, watching Fang Pingying always busy, earning her own money, and everything she bought, including things for him, were with the money she had earned.
As a man, his heart naturally felt uncomfortable—it seed as if without him, his wife could still live well.
It wasn’t to say he was useless, he was always providing for the whole family, but providing for the family and his wife felt different.
How to put it, it’s like providing for his family was an unavoidable responsibility, but providing for his wife was sothing he genuinely wanted to do; he hoped she would spend his money, and that he should be the one managing everything for her.
So it turned out Fang Pingying thought the sa way; after he felt a slight thrill in his heart, he smiled and said, "Of course, you are my wife, if not my money, whose money are you going to spend?"
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