Before my father passed away, he forced me to marry the heir of a wealthy family.

One thousand and five dollars, a lot of love?

Looking at Zhao Jiahong's angry look, those who didn't know better thought she had spent fifteen thousand in half a month.

"How did you spend it?" Fang Yan clapped her fingers, "Here, I'll tell you."

"It costs at least seventy or eighty yuan to buy groceries and fruits every day, and I buy the most common and cheapest ones. I also buy laundry detergent, soap, shampoo, soap, dishwashing liquid, toothpaste, toilet paper, etc."

Fang Ning pointed to the bowls on the dining table, "If there is a missing bowl or a pair of chopsticks, I have to add it. Now I bought the cushion under your butt..."

Zhao Jiahong was impatient and interrupted directly.

"These are small items and don't cost much. Did you hide the money secretly?"

At this moment, Fang Ning was extremely disappointed with Zhao Jiahong.

In the past five years, I had lived frugally and carefully, wishing to break every penny in half and spend it, but he was still suspected of pocketing the money.

Fang Yan's heart felt cold and could not get colder. "The money is not enough to buy groceries, how can I hide it?"

"If you don't believe it, you can ask your mother how much she spent on groceries during this period."

Fang Yan picked up Nono from the child's chair and went straight back to the room.

Yang Lifen looked at her son, "Jiahong, prices are really not cheap now. Cabbage and radish cost six or seven yuan per catty. Fruits are also expensive. The cheapest apples cost nine yuan per catty. Mom bought six today. Apple is 21 yuan.”

"Look, this is it. It's ugly, small and not tasty." Yang Lifen walked to the coffee table and picked up an apple to show to her son.

She put the apples on the dining table and sat down, "The good ones cost 30 or [-] yuan per catty. Just buy two or three of them for [-] yuan. It's too expensive."

Then Yang Lifen said earnestly to Zhao Jiahong, "Jiahong, you will transfer the living expenses to Fang Ning later, three thousand, so that she can take care of her children at home and stop going to work."

"She didn't earn much from that class, and she didn't have much rest time. She went out in the morning and didn't come back until late at night. She didn't do anything at home."

Yang Lifen beat her waist with her fists, as if her waist was hurting so much, "I have to get up early every day to make breakfast, buy groceries, and do housework. Mom is tired!"

"Your father didn't help. He spent all day playing mahjong downstairs and asked me to buy him cigarettes and alcohol. He didn't give me any money. I spent all my pension money."

When Zhao Zhenglin heard the old woman complaining about him, he threw the wine glass in his hand and said, "What's wrong with buying me some cigarettes and alcohol? What kind of woman doesn't buy it for her man? Your savings of hundreds of thousands are gone?"

Yang Lifen didn't dare to argue with him directly and said aggrievedly, "I'm just nagging."

Zhao Zhenglin glared at the old woman, and then turned to Zhao Jiahong and said, "Obedient women are beaten out. The more you beat them, the better they will be. Otherwise, she will become a monster day by day and not take her man seriously."

Yang Lifen rolled up her eyelids and glanced at the old man cautiously. I was afraid that these words were also meant for her, and she couldn't help but tremble.

Thinking of the days when she was beaten by Zhao Zhenglin, sweat dripped down her back.

She still has a fresh memory of how hard Zhao Zhenglin beat her. She will never forget it. He hit her with punches and kicks, which made her tears flow. She couldn't cry, otherwise it would only lead to a more severe whip.

That time, a few days after she gave birth to Zhao Jiajia, Zhao Zhenglin beat her until she bled profusely because of an argument. She cried and told him to stop.

However, Zhao Zhenglin ignored her and became more and more addicted to beating her. It was only when she passed out and her body was covered in blood that he stopped and sent her to the hospital.

After several rescue operations, her life was saved, but she lost her uterus.

It was also because of this injury that she couldn't straighten her waist now. She felt sore and uncomfortable whenever she moved casually.

At that time, people's legal awareness was still very weak. The hospital listened to Zhao Zhenglin's side of the story and did not call the police. The doctor gave some advice and the matter passed.

No matter what era we are in, no one will act like a standout. It is better to do less than to do more, and to ignore matters that are not their own.

As a married woman, her natal family is no longer her home. She has nowhere to go but to follow Zhao Zhenglin.

The days passed like this day by day. Fortunately, after the child grew up, Zhao Zhenglin never touched her, and he gradually became better to her in the past few years.

Now that she is old, has a husband, children, a family and money, she is relieved.

But what the old man said today made her scared again.

Zhao Zhenglin stood up and returned to the room with his hands behind his back.

Yang Lifen looked at his back with trepidation.

Zhao Jiajia looked at Zhao Jiahong with a smile, leaned over and put her hands around his arms, "Brother, I don't have any money to spend. Mom's money is all spent on groceries. If you don't have any money, give it to me. Dad only gave me 1000 yuan."

Zhao Jiahong looked at her. His sister and he had grown up together and had always had a good relationship. Whenever his sister was in need, he, the elder brother, would stand up.

But seeing his sister hanging around day by day, he couldn't just sit back and let her go crazy, otherwise he would harm her for the rest of her life.

After thinking about it, he still kept a straight face and said seriously, "Jiajia, you will be 23 soon. You can't ask your parents and me for money every day. It has been so long since you graduated and you haven't found a suitable job?"

Zhao Jiajia lowered his head and muttered, "I have searched so much, but the salary is low, the work is tiring, and I have to be scolded by the leader."

Seeing his sister's dejected look, Zhao Jiahong couldn't help but feel soft and his voice became gentle. He patiently enlightened his sister.

"It's like this when you first enter the workplace. You just get better slowly. Whoever starts from the grassroots level has to learn to adapt. You can't stop working if you are unhappy."

"Your parents are old, and your brother can't take care of you for the rest of your life. You have to learn how to survive on your own, and try to make more adventures while you are young."

"Although life at home is good, we must also learn to be frugal and use money wisely. If you hang out with your group of friends every day, you will easily fall into depravity."

After Zhao Jiahong finished speaking, he took out his mobile phone and said, "I'll transfer another two thousand to you. Save some money. I've already given you seven thousand this month. I won't give it to you again after you spend it."

"Yeah." Zhao Jiajia nodded and responded.

Yang Lifen looked at her son and said, "Son, you also need to feel sorry for your mother. Mom's life is not easy. She has made you two brothers grow up by pooping and peeing. When you gave birth to your sister, your mother was injured again and can't work."

"Ever since Fang Yan went to work, my mother has been exhausted every day, and her back hurts so much that she can't sleep at night."

Yang Lifen's eyes turned red as she spoke, and Zhao Jiahong felt extremely distressed, "Mom, don't say that. I know it was hard for you to raise us. You, my father, and my sister are the most important people to me. How could I not feel distressed?" And you."

"I will transfer the money to Fang Yan later and ask her not to go to work and take good care of you and dad at home."

Yang Lifen wiped away her unshed tears and said, "Go quickly, Mom is washing the dishes."

"Mom, stop washing, go and have a rest. I'm going to transfer the money to Fang Yan now and ask her to come out and wash." Zhao Jiahong held his mother's hand holding the bowl.