Ye Hua returned to the dormitory. Fang Peizhong was going to marry Liu Hongi, so naturally, the production team helped them arrange a new room.
Two people living together couldn’t share a dormitory with other educated youth any longer; that wouldn’t be appropriate.
The new room was just one and a half rooms, the sa old dirt bed, but there was basically nothing inside.
Ye Hua, racking his brains, couldn’t co up with much money.
Buying things was out of the question, but looking at the dilapidated room, it was heartbreaking.
His own son was actually going to start a family in such a place.
Ye Hua was unwilling.
The thought of Jiang Xiaoxiao’s current situation made him even more frustrated.
That damn girl was wearing clothes made of dacron fabric, and she was well-fed and chubby.
Compared to his own son, his son looked just like a rural farr, while she seed like a spoiled city girl.
Why?!
This daughter was just born to jinx him.
Ye Hua gritted his teeth, thinking he should never have had the child back then.
It was all Fang Zhiyuan’s fault.
Alas, it’s too late to say anything now.
What can be said?
Liu Hongi ca in, "Mom, let’s go eat, if you’re tired, I’ll bring it to you."
This was her future mother-in-law, so it wasn’t wrong to try to please her a bit.
Ye Hua, with a cold face, looked at Liu Hongi, feeling a hundred tis unwilling.
His agreent of "Mom" was less than willing.
"Alright, don’t bring it to , I’ll go with you to eat."
This room didn’t even have a bed table. Other people’s weddings are lively, and there’s always sothing set up in the room. Yet for his son’s wedding, things couldn’t even be bought.
It’s all that damn Jiang Xiaoxiao’s fault insisting on getting married!
Her getting married ssed things up, costing him two watches.
If Ye Hua knew the watch was for Jiang Xiaoxiao, he wouldn’t have bought that ladies’ watch even if it killed him.
Did Fang Xiaohui know Jiang Xiaoxiao was also marrying soone from the Song family and didn’t tell him?!
They’re all ungrateful wolves; this daughter is useless.
He raised her for so many years, gave her a life of luxury and prosperity.
Now, she’s attached to the Song family, thinking she’s sothing, bossing him around.
She’s treating her future mother-in-law better than her own mother each day.
She’s hardly ever ho, either staying in the dormitory or going to the Song family to curry favor with her mother-in-law.
This ti, she gave him false information. If Fang Xiaohui had told him that the one marrying Old Song’s grandson was Jiang Xiaoxiao, he wouldn’t have been caught so off guard.
Ye Hua didn’t want to stay in this room anymore, just looking at it made him feel anxious.
Liu Hongi curled her lips.
She didn’t care about his attitude, as long as she married Fang Peizhong, she had achieved her goal.
Whether Ye Hua was happy or not was not within her consideration.
Ye Hua thought even n in the Fang family were smart, but she wasn’t a fool.
Let’s see who turns out stronger.
Fang Peizhong still has to marry her, doesn’t he?
They walked to their canteen.
The big pot of food was a mixed stew, eggplants, beans, potatoes, vermicelli, nothing else. It wasn’t harvest ti yet.
Just cornbread and cornal porridge.
Ye Hua, full of rage, stabbed his chopsticks into the food in the bowl.
"Zhang Chaoyang, I heard Song Moting and his guys made a fortune this ti. Word is they actually grew ginseng in the forest and each got at least several hundred yuan. A few days ago, soone saw rchants going up the mountain to collect goods, loading up two whole trucks."
Ye Hua’s ears perked up.
Song Moting?!
Isn’t he Old Sir Song’s grandson?
Zhang Chaoyang wasn’t happy either. He always considered Song Moting his rival, and now he was left behind by a few streets.
"Fake, right? How is that possible? Who would grow ginseng in those forests? Can you do it? Or can you? None of us can. Is Song Moting sohow better than us? We all ca from the sa compound, we know each other! I’m guessing soone spread fake news."
"No, Zhang Chaoyang, my mom sent a letter saying those from Song Moting’s team sent money back ho. The remittance slips were several hundred yuan each, and it spread throughout the compound. Each family is as happy as if it were New Year’s.
The mailman wouldn’t lie."
Things like this couldn’t be kept secret.
The people sending money all had their ans. They made it apparent with the remittance slip, but secretly there were parcels sneaked in, various local specialties hiding an inconspicuous small parcel. Outside it looked like clothes, seemingly inconspicuous, but in reality, it was a sneaky operation.
They even sent telegrams, asking the family to pick them up.
Actually, they were worried in the beginning too! But keeping it was concerning, the remittance slip was concerning, so finally, they ca up with this compromise, fearing the packages would be lost.
Fortunately, there were no mishaps, and their families received it.
"Really? Impossible."
Zhang Chaoyang himself couldn’t understand it, they were all the sa.
Song Moting didn’t have more than him.
How could he grow ginseng?
It was like seeing a ghost.
"Boss, my mom asked in her letter why I wasn’t sending money ho, leaving speechless. We don’t have forest land, and we don’t have ginseng. I’m dead broke. When are we going to get paid? Our family is short of money."
"Exactly, compared to them, I feel ashad. If I had known, I should have worked with Song Moting. At least I could have made so money. Now there’s no money, no grain."
Soone complained.
After all, Zhang Chaoyang had promised back then that everyone would have a good life.
But no good life was in sight.
Those few hundreds of yuan others got made them envious beyond reason.
Who doesn’t want money?
Everyone was very short of it.
They couldn’t even afford cigarettes now.
They had learned from the elderly on the farm to buy dry tobacco leaves and roll their own cigarettes.
But the taste was really not sothing they could boast about.
Zhang Chaoyang threw down his chopsticks and slapped the table.
"Whoever wants to go to Song Moting’s place, don’t hesitate, I’m not stopping you. But think about it yourself, why would they want you now? Fence-sitters don’t end well."
After his shout, Zhang Chaoyang strode out.
Ye Hua was struck by a thought, so much money!
Doesn’t that an Jiang Xiaoxiao might have lots of money too?
He regretted it, thinking if he had appeased that damn girl, maybe his son’s wedding wouldn’t have been so shabby.
Fang Peizhong angrily threw down his chopsticks and went back to the room to lie down.
Just when Song Moting’s little group made money, they promised distribution to households.
Now it’s not their turn to get a share.
Why was Jiang Xiaoxiao so lucky?
Going to the forest, she could even get so money.
Liu Hongi watched Ye Hua rush to console his son, eating leisurely herself.
Anyway, it’s not her that’s worried.
Let them do what they want.
She figured out Fang Peizhong was just a fancy pillow, nice to look at but useless.
In terms of brains, he wasn’t on par with Song Moting or Jiang Xiaoxiao, and in terms of ans, he couldn’t even compare to the male educated youth in her team.
Not to ntion, he lacked physical strength. If not for Fang Peizhong’s family background, Liu Hongi would have despised Fang Peizhong.
But what could she do, she was pregnant.
For the sake of the child, she could only make do.
She just hoped Ye Hua would take Fang Peizhong back soon, so she and the child could leave together.
She didn’t want to go back ho where her parents quarreled daily, causing her headaches.
She touched her belly.
This child really didn’t co at the right ti.
Ye Hua pulled back the quilt.
Fang Peizhong jumped up, "What are you doing? Mom, can’t you just stop? I’m so annoyed, let have so peace."
Ye Hua sighed, looking at her son who seed to have a fire under his feet, she felt exhausted too.
"Son, Jiang Xiaoxiao is getting married the day after tomorrow, let’s go attend the wedding together."
Fang Peizhong’s eyes widened, "Mom, you want to go to Jiang Xiaoxiao’s wedding? If not for her, would I be in this situation today? I’m not going, not even if you beat to death. I hate Jiang Xiaoxiao, and you want to attend her wedding? In your dreams!
Mom, are you really my mom?"
His heart was filled with anger and frustration.
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