Reborn at 90, taking space to counterattack and become rich

Zhang Fang's first reaction was to retort: ​​"How is that possible?"

But his eyes still glanced.

The next second, he exclaimed: "Is it really her?"

The woman sitting in the passenger seat is really Li Hui!

That silly elder sister who used to carry things and humbly come to the door and beg them to change their jobs!

In the shock of the two people, the car sped away.

The car was no longer in sight. Yang Ping came back to her senses and felt sour: "Now the eldest sister has really turned over! She can even sit in a car!"

Zhang Fang was a little distracted.

It took a long time to squeeze out one sentence: "The job in the newspaper office is good. If I can get in, I will definitely do better than my eldest sister."

Unfortunately, he applied for transfer jobs several times, but nothing happened.

"Okay, let's settle Minmin's matter first."

Yang Ping carried a bag of potatoes, took a deep breath and walked towards the family courtyard of the hospital.

The two came to see Xia Chutang today and asked her to write a letter of understanding and withdraw the punishment of their daughter Zhang Minmin.

When they arrived at the gate of the family courtyard, Yang Ping and his wife were dumbfounded again.

When did there be a big iron gate here?

"Master, can you open the door and let us in?" Yang Ping walked to the security booth and said politely.

The security guard looked at the two of them and looked unfamiliar.

"You need a pass to enter here. If you don't live here, you can't get in."

"Let's visit relatives!"

The security guard picked up the phone and said, "Then tell me your phone number and name. I'll ask for you."

"! My name is Yang Ping." Yang Ping felt like a prisoner.

Within a few seconds, the security guard put down the phone and shook his head: "They said they don't know you."

Yang Ping's eyes widened and her voice broke: "What? Don't you know me? Ask them to come out and tell me!"

This "I don't know you" completely broke Yang Ping's guard.

Standing at the gate, he put his hands on his hips and shouted: "Auntie! You guys are so useless! What's wrong? If you climb a high branch, you won't recognize anyone, right? It's a shame I brought you something! Bah——"

As soon as the security guard saw the battle, he immediately came out of the security booth.

He drove the two of them away: "You should leave immediately. If you don't leave, I will call the police. You are also from the company, right? It will make everyone in the company look bad!"

Yang Ping still didn't want to leave. Zhang Fang couldn't stand the humiliating feeling and dragged her to the station.

After walking a while, Yang Ping shook off her husband's hand.

Complained: "You will pull me away! If you have the ability, you will change your job! You will find someone to solve the daughter's problem. If you can only stop me, what kind of man are you?!"

Zhang Fang was already in a depressed mood. When he heard the last sentence, he couldn't help but slap him.

Snap—a crisp slap fell on the mouth of the chattering woman.

"..."

After a few seconds of silence, Yang Ping was furious: "Zhang Fang! Do you dare to attack me!? Just wait! Just wait!"

Zhang Fang regretted it after the beating, but he looked at the woman with a ferocious face.

He felt again that this slap removed the depression in his chest during this period.

He felt an unprecedented sense of relief.

Yang Ping hailed a taxi and left.

Zhang Fang sat on the roadside and lit a cigarette.

Looking at the cars driving on the asphalt road, he suddenly had the idea that as long as there were fewer people in the newspaper office, he should be able to get in...

……

Xia Chutang stood on the balcony and reported: "Grandma, Yang Ping and the others are gone."

"It must be for Minmin."

The old lady couldn't sit still and was making sweet-scented osmanthus honey. She snorted, "Did Yang Ping come here empty-handed?"

"Of course not."

Xia Chutang returned to the living room, moved a small bench and sat next to her grandma, smiling: "I looked at him and picked up a plastic bag of potatoes."

Hearing this, Mrs. Zhao paused her hands and laughed angrily: "She can't bring out anything else!"

Whenever I come, I always carry sprouted potatoes, as I have for more than ten years.

Aunt Zhao didn't want Yang Ping to bring anything, but she just felt that she was here to ask for help, so she should get some decent gifts, right?

As a result, what Yang Ping mentioned was potatoes!

"Grandma, do we really have no contact with them anymore?" Xia Chutang took the opportunity to test the old lady's attitude.

Aunt Zhao sighed: "I won't interact with you anymore. I don't dare to interact with you anymore."

During the recent period, the malice revealed by Zhao Lanying's family from the oldest to the youngest made Mrs. Zhao's heart freeze.

This family is like rocks in the river, and no amount of sincerity can cover them up.

"Grandma, why are Zhao Lanying and others treating us like this?"

Xia Chutang asked her doubts, "Have you and my mother offended them?"

Before his rebirth, Xia Chutang was heartless and didn't pay attention to these things at all.

When she woke up this time, she saw "hate" in Zhao Lanying's eyes several times.

Zhao Lanying seemed to be filled with great hatred every time, as if Xia Chutang's family had done something so sorry to her.

"Ugh--"

Mrs. Zhao sealed the sweet-scented osmanthus nectar pressed into the bottle, wiped her hands and said, "Tangtang, you have grown up too, I will tell you."

"Zhao Lanying and I are half-sisters."

"what!?"

Xia Chutang was very surprised.

It turns out that grandma and Zhao Lanying are not biological sisters?

"My father used to be a landlord in Long City. He had several concubines."

Aunt Zhao fell into memories of the past: "My mother was the first wife, and Zhao Lanying's mother was the child of the youngest aunt. When I met her, it was after my mother passed away, and she was already in her teens."

"Sisters" who met when they were so young are naturally not that close.

"After coming home, my father felt that he owed them mother and daughter these years, so he asked Zhao Lanying what compensation he wanted."

"She first said she wanted to be included in the family tree. My father didn't say anything, so he put her on the family tree of the Lan family, just like me."

"Later she said she wanted to study. My father also supported it. He invited the private school teacher home to teach us."

Xia Chutang never thought that her grandma was the child of a wealthy family when she was young.

Surprised and puzzled: "Then why are you illiterate?"

In the past, I always thought it was because my grandma’s family background was not good and she didn’t go to school.

"When I was little, I would doze off when I saw the teacher."

Aunt Zhao twitched her lips, thinking of herself in the past, and laughed at herself: "At that time, I thought my father could protect me for the rest of my life. I would also be the daughter of a wealthy family for the rest of my life."

Who would have thought that, overnight, my father had to save his life with nothing.

And within two years after that, the old man died of depression.

"Zhao Lanying studied well, was admitted to a technical secondary school, and took the initiative to apply for support in the northwest, so she came to Xihai first."

Aunt Zhao sighed: "Back then, I took your mother and your uncle by myself. I really couldn't survive, so I came all the way here to join Zhao Lanying."

"Originally I prepared for the worst and thought she would shut me out."

"I didn't expect that she would take us in. So, no matter how much she and Yang Ping did over the years, I tolerated it."

Xia Chutang knew that there must be many details involved. She was curious, where did her grandpa go?

However, seeing that the old lady had no intention of talking, Xia Chutang didn't ask any further questions.

She comforted: "Grandma, everything is over. Our lives will get better and better in the future. You can enjoy your happiness at home."

"I just work hard."

Mrs. Zhao pointed to the osmanthus honey on the table and asked, "Tangtang, does your classmate's family still want this kind of snack? I will make plenty."

It would be great if all the snacks I know how to make can be turned into money.

Xia Chutang didn't want grandma to work too hard, but she didn't want to dampen the old man's enthusiasm, so he came up with an idea: "Grandma, why don't you tell me the snacks you know how to make? I'll write them down first, and I'll ask my classmates later."

"Sure! Let's write it now, then?"

Come on, the old lady is still an activist.