The more successful she was in her career, the less energy she had to focus on her family. Moreover, she really did not want to waste her energy on these trivial and unimportant family matters.
The two old ladies were already at this age. Was it really that important who took advantage of them and who suffered losses?
She was not stupid.
But she could not understand it.
It was much harder to get a harmonious family than she had imagined.
When Zhao Chunfang heard her daughter's words, she turned her head and snorted. "Who's joking? It's Pan Guangcai's mother who's joking!"
"And Dong Meizi," He Weibao's wife added.
Zhao Chunfang nodded in agreement. "In the past, when Dong Mei's family opened a sales agency, they were spoiled. They thought that they were living a good life and looked down on this and that.
Who would have thought that the wheel of fortune would turn and we would have such a day. "
She was once the richest person in the village, but now she was the "poorest person" in the village.
He Zhou listened at the side. Seeing that the two did not quarrel, he breathed a sigh of relief.
But he finally understood his grandmother's attitude.
Dong Mei's son and daughter-in-law owned a big restaurant in the provincial capital and had an annual income of five to six million. Although they were not rich, they were definitely not poor!
His grandmother had redefined the standard of a poor person.
He Weibao's wife did not reply. The He family was rich. She belonged to the He family, but she had long set up her own household. After her husband died, her son, He Manjun, took over the household. Unfortunately, her son was useless. When it came to poverty, her family was the worst. In Li Village, no one had a lower income than her.
Dong Mei's family was second to last.
As for her daughter, He Manrong, she had good conditions. Her son-in-law was favored by Zhaodi and she had worked hard, but her son-in-law lived in the neighboring village.
Seeing that she did not speak, Zhao Chunfang continued, "If Zhaodi does well, everyone will be proud."
He Weibao's wife said, "That's true. Zhaodi really works hard. In the future, it's up to He Zhou. He Zhou is also a good child."
She owed Zhaodi a favor and liked He Zhou. She sincerely hoped that they would do well.
Zhao Chunfang was halfway through her drink when the wrinkles on her face curled up. She picked at her ears and raised her head. "Of course."
She continued, "Those snobbish people were pissed off. When I gave birth to Four, Zhang Erqing even said, 'With so many children in your family, how can you raise them?' I was so scared that I immediately threw Four onto the riverbank. If Lao Xi hadn't secretly carried him back, he would have been long gone."
Zhang Erqing was Li Hui's mother. Although her daughter had a good relationship with Li Hui, she never looked Li Hui's mother in the eye.
It was as if it was Zhang Erqing's idea to throw his daughter away.
He Zhou mourned for his aunt in his heart. It was really his fate to meet such an unreliable mother!
He Weibao's wife said, "I'm enjoying the blessings of a few daughters now. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to live as a lonely old woman. Liu Chuanqi would have thrown me into the nursing home and squeezed in the same yard with those sloppy old men."
She had a grudge against Zhao Chunfang, but she treated Zhao Chunfang's four daughters as her own. Therefore, to the public, she claimed that she had five daughters.
Waves of barking came from outside, but no one cared. It was normal for people to come and go on New Year's Eve.
Soon, a small car stopped at the door. He Zhou craned his head to take a look. It was his aunt, He Manrong, and her family.
He Manrong was equally surprised to see the two old ladies sitting at the same table. However, she didn't say much. She smiled and greeted Zhao Chunfang.
Zhao Chunfang asked, "Have you eaten?"
He Manrong said, "I'm full, but I haven't had enough to drink. I thought I'd drink with you."
He Zhou gave her a bottle of beer, but she rejected it. She picked up the white wine on the table and poured herself a full glass.
He Zhou felt that the women tonight were too crazy.
He didn't want to participate in a war between women. He picked up the cigarette and lighter from the table and went to find Liu Jiawei and the others to play cards.
The game ended at three in the morning.
When he got home, Grandma and Second Grandma were already busy in the kitchen. His mother was burning incense.
He knew that he wouldn't be able to sleep.
He lay on the sofa and stared at it for a while. His mother poked him up to set off the firecrackers and set the table.
After sitting at the table, he didn't drink. He hurriedly finished two bowls of rice and went back to his room to take a shower. He fell asleep on the bed.
He was woken up by the sound of gunshots.
When he opened his eyes, he saw a person sitting in front of his computer playing games. The stereo was turned up to the max. The house was filled with echoes and the floor was shaking.
He looked at the time. It was only nine o 'clock.
He was furious. He turned his neck left and right but couldn't find anything useful. He simply threw his pillow at the person.
The person who was hit turned around. It was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy with a head full of neat short hair and earrings. He turned off the stereo and said angrily, "Are you crazy? Why did you hit me?"
"You, he …" He Zhou jumped off the bed. The other party's mother was his second aunt, so he couldn't scold her. He gritted his teeth and said, "Didn't you see me sleeping?"
This was his cousin, Qiu Li. He was ignorant and incompetent. He looked down on him.
Qiu Li looked askance at him and said, "Go ahead and sleep."
He turned around and wanted to continue playing.
"How am I supposed to sleep with such loud noises?" He Zhou stepped forward and switched off the power on the socket board. The computer screen turned black, and the sound system stopped working.
Qiu Li stood up. He was half a head taller than He Zhou. He lit a cigarette and said, "What's wrong with playing games? Stingy."
He Zhou opened the door and windows, dispersing the thick smell of cigarettes in the house. He said angrily, "Get lost. You're forcing me to beat you up."
He took a deep breath and told himself!
It was the first day of the New Year!
This was his own cousin!
Qiu Li said, "I didn't offend you. Why are you so angry? If you don't want to play, then don't play."
"You touched my drawer?" He Zhou realized that the drawer was not closed properly. "And you went through my books?"
The books on his bookshelf were arranged in a certain order.
Qiu Li said indifferently, "I didn't break it. Is there a need to yell like that?"
He Zhou didn't say anything. He checked the bookshelf and sighed in relief when he saw that his father's notes were safely tucked in a folder.
He pointed at the door and said, "Get out. Get out. You know you're annoying."
Qiu Li said indignantly, "This is my grandma's house. I'm here to pay my grandma a New Year's visit. You can't chase me away."
"This house is mine. Get out of my house now, okay?" He Zhou was really afraid that he would not be able to control himself and beat him up.
If he really beat up his own cousin, it would be a joke to outsiders. Besides, it was the New Year. His mother would not forgive him.
Qiu Li said stubbornly, "Are you serious?"
"Get lost." He Zhou forcefully pushed him out of the house. Then, he closed the door and locked it from the inside.
If he did not beat this guy up, he would not be able to calm down. Sooner or later, he would become an inner demon!
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