Chapter 191 The Unjust Sister 5
Mother Zhong said weakly, "Yuanchun, you know that Mom is not in good health..."
"Mom, you always say you're not feeling well. I'll take a day off tomorrow and take you to the hospital." Yuanchun interrupted her, showing her worry. "Mom, what if you have a terminal illness? I don't want to lose you so early. Although studying is important to me, it's not as important as mom. Let's put it this way, Mom, let's go to the hospital tomorrow and let Guoqiang ask the teacher for leave for me."
Bad health at all. In order to be lazy, this old woman pretends to be weak and pua the original owner every day, making the original owner, at a young age, be sensible and well-behaved and take on all the housework.
The original owner was like a working machine, serving the whole family's food, drink, defecation and clothing every day.
Mother Zhong choked and looked at her eldest daughter with a bad face as she went back to the house. She wanted to chase after her and grab her hair and beat her up, but she had always been a gentle and kind mother, so she couldn't turn against her eldest daughter over such a small matter.
After all, life is long.
Mother Zhong bit her lip, looked at her three hungry children, and said with a smile, "Your eldest sister doesn't want to cook, so I'll do it. You guys go play first, and I'll call you when I'm done."
The attitude is completely different, and the kindness in his eyes is genuine.
Zhong Yuanfen hugged her mother and bit her on the cheek, "Mom, you are so kind."
This made Mother Zhong smile happily.
In the season of food shortage and hunger, in order to feed the family with white rice, the original owner would get up earlier to dig wild vegetables and pick mushrooms... The original owner would try every means to get anything to eat.
Yuanchun also called someone, walked over, picked up the bowl of porridge, and gulped it down.
Yuanchun looked heartbroken and accused Lao Bailian, "Mom, did you bring back steamed buns today? He wanted you to eat. Why are your brothers and sisters working all day long? We don't even have food to eat. You get up early and work for them every day, and earn money to buy vegetables and steamed buns for them, but you can't even have a bowl of porridge. You bought the cabbage and potatoes with the money from selling coal slag, so how can you eat them?"
Even Yuanchun felt sorry for the poor girl of the original owner.
Yuanchun looked confused, "Mom, where's your porridge?"
Hey……
Yuanchun got up and saw that Zhong's mother and her eight younger brothers and sisters had all finished eating, but there was still no bowl of porridge under the table.
Mother Zhong only cooked a few bowls of cabbage porridge, one bowl each for the couple and their three older sons, and a few cold pancakes. They ate pickled vegetables and shredded potatoes.
You love your family with all your heart and think about them, but in the end... they just treat you as a tool to make money and eat.
There was a smelter in the suburbs, and it was only an hour's walk from the Zhong family. Every day, the original owner would get up at dawn, cook breakfast, and then run to the smelter to pick up burnt coal slag.
After taking advantage of others, they still want to take advantage of them.
In order to provide food for his family, the original owner had to work harder to pick up coal slag and sell it for money to buy vegetables, regardless of whether it was windy, rainy or snowy.
It's so miserable.
Guan Xing opened his mouth and said, "Yuanchun, this is his father's porridge. He ate his father's porridge. What did his father eat? His father went to work slowly."
Mother Zhong's face froze slightly, and she said awkwardly, "Do you think he will sleep until tomorrow morning so that we can cook his porridge?"
Every once in a while, the original owner bought some vegetables for the villagers to eat from a distant village, but she needed vegetable coupons. The price was one cent per pound cheaper than at the supply and marketing cooperative. But since then, Mother Zhong had handed the burden of buying vegetables to the original owner, but she didn't pay him a penny.
……
He earned his monthly steamed buns from selling scrap iron.
The smelter's garbage station often throws out some small and large scrap irons. The original owners will pick them up and accumulate them together, and then take them to the blacksmith shop to sell for money at the end of the month.
But when I thought about my eldest daughter's transformation today, I felt a little uneasy.