Reborn 1990Evil Mother-in-Law

Zhu Dahong looked anxious. He subconsciously wiped the sweat from his head and wiped his slippery palms on his clothes before picking up the phone.

Then she skillfully dialed Su Wanping's home phone number without asking.

"Hey! Hey!"

Zhu Dahong shouted eagerly: "Hello?!"

Chen Xiaoying couldn't stand it anymore, so she said: "It's not connected yet."

Only then did Zhu Dahong realize that there was no sound of the phone being picked up.

"What are you doing? Why aren't you answering the phone now?"

She was extremely anxious. This damn old woman next to her was trying to trick her. She was very anxious.

Inside Su Wanping's home.

Ma Hongxiu was still complaining to her, and asked her to take out all her dowry jewelry: "Didn't you get a lot of gold and silver jewelry as a dowry back then? There are also jade bracelets. Take them out and show them to me. Let me take a look." How much more money can be collected from those?”

Su Wanping's whole body was numb, and she looked at Ma Hongxiu blankly, as if she were looking at a monster wearing human skin.

"You can move faster, okay?" Ma Hongxiu said impatiently, "Why are you so lazy?"

Thinking of the jewelry she had seen when she was abroad, she regretted it.

At that time, she thought the jewelry was old. The gold and silver ones didn't look shiny, they just looked old, and the gemstones had no luster. They looked worthless, so she didn't buy them.

As a result, when she went abroad, money was tight. Occasionally she saw old Chinese items in some pawn shops, which were quite valuable. She thought, if she had known these were valuable, she should have brought them with her when she went abroad.

If it is valuable, change it into money.

If it's no longer valuable, it's not too late to throw it away.

"Mom, why are you still standing there? You don't want to give it to me, right?" Ma Hongxiu felt incredible: "I am the only daughter you have. If you don't give these things to me, who are you going to give them to?"

"Mom, don't think my words are harsh. Even if you don't give them to me, I won't put these in your coffin for you to take away."

"The dead are already dead, and the living are more important, right?"

Su Wanping felt that she didn't understand what Ma Hongxiu said at all. Tears blurred her vision. She is still alive now. Why does she always talk about these dead people?

"You, you want me to die now, don't you?"

Ma Hongxiu's eyes flashed: "Don't talk nonsense, I never said that."

Su Wanping shook her head, supported the wall, and sat tiredly on the chair against the wall: "Go back first and let me think about it."

Ma Hongxiu frowned. She didn't want to leave. If she left, her adoptive mother would hide her things. What would she do?

"Mom, don't think too hard. I'm the only daughter. You can't make those things cheaper for others. Otherwise, I'll keep them for you first."

When Su Wanping heard the word "keeping", she suddenly thought of her cousin Chen Xiaoying's eldest daughter Li Hongyan, who was a master of keeping. If her cousin brought a barrel of rapeseed oil to her house, she would bring it to her house for safekeeping?

What is custody? It means treating other people's things as your own, and then when you want it yourself, you have to file an application to explain the reason.

Frustrated, Su Wanping could give her money and house to Ma Hongxiu, but she couldn't bear to part with the dowry boxes and old jewelry her mother gave her when she got married.

"I'll keep those worthless jewelry for myself first." She lowered her head and said.

The adoptive mother is really a pig and is not afraid of boiling water. Ma Hong gritted his teeth delicately.

Just as I was about to say something else, the phone suddenly rang.

Ma Hongxiu thought it was a call from a real estate agent and hurried over to pick it up: "Hello?"

When Zhu Dahong heard that the call was connected, it was as if he had seen a savior. He immediately shouted: "Hongxiu, I am your mother. Something happened here. Come and help me."

Ma Hongxiu was yelled at by her mother's loud voice, which made her ears numb: "Please speak softly, what's wrong with you?"

Su Wanping heard it from the side and looked at Ma Hongxiu silently.

She actually heard a trace of concern from Ma Hongxiu's accent. Zhu Dahong, a vulgar and poor rural woman, was the person Ma Hongxiu despised the most. Her subconscious reaction was still caring about her. This is the magic of blood relationship. ?

She had never felt such a little concern from Ma Hongxiu.

Zhu Dahong stammered and hesitated: "... I just accidentally ate some dried sweet potatoes, and that damn old lady blackmailed me and asked me to pay for it. How much are the dried sweet potatoes worth? I said Pay her two yuan..."

"Two yuan, then just give it to her. Why bother?" In Ma Hongxiu's eyes, two yuan is not money at all.

"No..." Zhu Dahong's eyes flickered and she glanced at so many people around her. She knew that she would definitely not be able to tell the truth to Ma Hongxiu: "Mom is stupid and can't speak. Come and help me."

"Okay, where are you?" Ma Hongxiu thought it would be better to go over there. Don't let Zhu Dahong start yelling about how her daughter has become successful, gone abroad, married a foreigner, and is very rich. .

Her biological mother, Zhu Dahong, promoted her like this in the village every day.

She knew clearly whether she was rich or not.

"I'm going out for a moment." Ma Hongxiu hung up the phone and asked her adoptive mother Su Wanping, "You go through the formalities first and find all the jewelry. I'll come and get them later."

"Mom, please serve me some snacks when I say it. Don't act like you didn't hear it. People who don't know will think you have dementia."

Su Wanping was about to ask what was going on. Zhu Dahong must be uneasy and kind-hearted, but Ma Hongxiu ran away without looking back.

Does she have dementia?

Su Wanping felt that she had cried all the tears she had shed for more than ten years in the past few days.

When Ma Hongxiu arrived, this group of people was waiting on the roadside.

Ma Hongxiu couldn't help but frown when she looked at the group of dusty people in front of her who were looking at her in various ways.

When he found out that what he wanted was not two yuan, but 50 yuan, Ma Hongxiu became furious: "50 yuan, why don't you grab it?"

As mentioned earlier, this old woman is someone no one dares to mess with on these streets. In her eyes, Ma Hongxiu is so arrogant that she is just a little brat with no hair on his head, and he dares to yell at her.

"You little hooves, you are not serious, you are dressed in such fancy clothes, you are looking for a wild man, aren't you?" She glared, raised her crutch and hit Ma Hongxiu.

"You dare to scold me? Ouch!" Ma Hongxiu received a stick on the head.

The old lady didn't have much strength anymore. She was hunched over and looked very old. She couldn't do anything wrong, but it hurt a lot.

"If you dare to yell at your aunt, I'll beat you to death, you wild hen."

As he spoke, he hit Ma Hongxiu with one stick after another.

Everyone around burst into laughter. "Pheasant hen" is an old saying that people used to scold immoral women in the old society in the early days of the county. Nowadays, we are all civilized people, and few people scold them anymore.

I didn’t expect to hear it again now.