Dressed Like a Pretty Daughter-in-law From the 1970s

Chapter 211 Setting up a memorial tablet

 An Zhixia stayed in her brother's arms for a long time before she calmed down her anger. She glanced at Qi Lijuan who was curled up, and said in a hoarse voice: "You can go to the bureau to sue me, and you can also talk about your pregnancy out of wedlock. It's not certain whether I will be able to go to jail, but you are. He must be shot."

Qi Lijuan was so frightened that she burst into tears. She shook her head vigorously and muttered silently: "No, I won't go, and I won't tell anyone!"

 An Zhixia looked at the other people in the room.

Old Mrs. Kang moved very quickly and had already packed two sacks of her bedding, clothes and food. Seeing An Zhixia looking over coldly, he quickly assured: "I didn't see anything!"

An Zhixia raised her lips and took a step forward with a sneer: "It doesn't matter if you see it, but who will believe what you Kang family says? After all, you have a criminal record, and how can a delicate woman like me carry a bulging belly?" Where is Qi Lijuan?”

"Ouch!" Sister-in-law Kang was already scared, but after hearing what An Zhixia said, she felt that her mother-in-law was right. This girl must be possessed, otherwise why would she be so strong all of a sudden? How could he know what Qi Lijuan had tried so hard to hide? Moreover, the whole room seemed to be exuding a bone-chilling aura from all directions. She grabbed her belongings, the three and four treasures, and rushed out.

Mrs. Kang also called her two grandsons and ran along dragging the two sacks, as if there were ghosts chasing them behind her.

Qi Lijuan didn't care about taking anything. She gritted her teeth and stood up holding on to the wall, staggering to follow.

The remaining twins were close to An's father, peeking at An Zhixia, trembling.

An Zhixia raised her eyebrows and put away the air conditioner that was spilling out from her feet. Well, it seems that the supermarket has another function to help her pretend to be a ghost.

She walked up to the three-month-old baby, held a mini vacuum cleaner in her hand, poked its head, rubbed it against the baggage and sucked away the fine hairs, put it into a supermarket plastic bag, and labeled it with her name. Guoping.

"What are you doing!" An's father, who had been indifferent until he saw her approaching the child, immediately stood up and shouted in a low voice and stepped forward to push her.

An Zhiqiu protected his sister and sneered: "Don't worry, Comrade An, Xia Xia just wants to see what your old son looks like, so that he can hide away in the future."

"You don't have to be weird," An's father said angrily: "He is sick. As his brothers and sisters, it is right for you to pay two bucks for him. When he grows up, he will still help you. At the beginning When you were little, I was in pain like this, and I never favored anyone!

 But you guys let me down so much. You stole money from my family, pretended to be crazy and defaulted on debts, and showed no basic courtesy of respecting the elderly and caring for the young! Is this what your mother taught you? "

"Shut up, you don't deserve to mention my mother!" An Zhiqiu growled: "An Zhiping, the person I hate most in my life is not those leeches in the Kang family, but you! Why are you the father of our two brothers and sisters? Both of us would rather our father die with our mother.

You have not favored anyone. You just watched indifferently as our brothers and sisters struggled to make a living under the hands of our stepmother, but you were able to comfortably be the boss. You also used high-sounding reasons every time to force us brothers and sisters to fight for your comfort and Kang Xiaohua. Selfish compromise!

Time and time again, even if you tell us face to face that your brother is sick and needs money, we will give it to you without saying a word.

  Instead of you deciding to sell my sister to the Kang family for three hundred yuan!

You can live your life with your three little sons and stepson and stepdaughter, so that you can take care of yourself.

 Xiaxia, red leaves, let’s go! "

An Zhixia took out an old pair of scissors from nowhere and headed towards An's father. When everyone was stunned and gasped, she had already cut off a handful of his hair close to his scalp with a click.

"What are you going to do!" When the cold scissors touched his scalp, An's father's heart almost jumped out of his chest. He sat back on the chair with weak legs, "An Zhixia, I am still your father!"

An Zhixia took out a handkerchief and carefully wrapped the bunch of hair. She saw that An's father had a bald patch on his forehead. She smiled softly and shook the handkerchief in her hand and said, "It won't be the same in the future. I will set up a memorial tablet for you when I go home." go."

"You, you bastard!" An's father touched his head and gasped in anger, "I have been unlucky for eight lifetimes, and you two debt collectors, you go away and never come back! Anyway, I have written the will. No, you don’t have a share in this house, it will be inherited by the four brothers!”

In this era, except for those who were soldiers or some young men who had short hair, men's hair was as thick as a hat and parted in a 37-part length. Baldness is the hairstyle of a death row prisoner!

"Wrong," An Zhixia said calmly: "Our mother owns a share of this house, and it also occupies more than half of it. You have no right to deal with it." Otherwise, Kang Xiaohua would not have designed his brother like that.

After saying that, she held her brother in one hand and Fang Hongye in the other, and said with a chuckle: "Brother, sister-in-law, let's go home? This trip is too strenuous. We have to go to a restaurant to have a meal." Let’s go shopping to relax!”

An Zhiqiu smiled and rubbed her hair vigorously, "My brother is going to treat your sister-in-law today, so you don't have to worry about it for us. It's all about happiness!"

“Yes,” Fang Hongye smiled and nodded, “Let me enjoy your glory.”

An Zhixia immediately started to read the menu.

Looking at the three people holding hands and leaving, chatting and laughing, that kind of intimacy and happiness is something that the Kang family cannot pretend. It seems that in the same house, An Zhiping once felt the warmth of home.

“Dad, I also want to eat braised pork and pork knuckles with soy sauce...” the twins said softly, sipping their saliva.

An Zhiping came back to his senses, touched their heads, and said calmly: "Your mother will buy meat later, and she will stew it for lunch. You have to fight for your father, because he will still be waiting to enjoy you in the future." What a blessing.”

The twins only heard that there was meat to eat at noon, and they nodded repeatedly. How could the second part of the sentence hit their hearts?

The An family of three walked around the downtown area and rode their bikes home. When they passed the post office, they were stopped by the postman who was about to get off work.

“Comrade An Zhiqiu and Comrade An Zhixia, here are your letters and parcels!”

As he said that, the young man carried out two sacks, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and handed the book to be signed with a smile.

Fang Hongye glanced over and said at a loss of whether to laugh or cry: "The New Year's package arrived later than me."

An Zhiqiu's share was naturally given by the Fang family, while An Zhixia's share was mailed by Fang Yuan.

Holding the thick envelope, An Zhixia's lips couldn't help but raise.

Looking at the shy and joyful look on the girl's face, what else does An Zhiqiu not understand? He stood side by side with the girl sullenly and asked in a low voice: "Have you thought clearly?"

An Zhixia bit her lip and nodded sheepishly, "I want to try it. No matter what the result is, at least I won't have any regrets."

I have another update waiting to be written during the day. I will go out in the morning if I have something to do ~ so the update time is up to chance.

 (End of this chapter)