Stepmother Reborn: Dad, my mom hasn't hit me for three days

Maybe it was because of his first experience of getting up early, or maybe it was because his mother praised him again and again, or maybe it was the effect of the fish and the braised chicken, but Jilin persisted.

When school was over on Friday, Zhang Xiuhua asked them who wanted to be the host on the first day.

Only a few of them didn't come back this week. Only two children were at home.

Zhuzhu immediately raised her hand, "I'll be in charge on Saturday. On Sunday it's Brother Jilin."

Jilin had no objection, "Okay!"

Zhang Xiuhua received 1.5 yuan for living expenses.

"Mom, where is the salary?" Zhuzhu said with an accusing look on her face.

Zhang Xiuhua flicked her forehead and said, "Have you ever seen a boss who pays you before you even do the work? You have to do the work well first. Only then can I pay you."

Zhuzhu pouted, "Okay."

She immediately decided to go to the commune to buy meat tomorrow!

There is a bicycle at home, and Zhuzhu can ride it now. Zhang Xiuhua did not stop her, "You decide for yourself."

Seeing that her mother really didn't care, Zhuzhu kept smiling with the money on her lips. She will be the master of the house tomorrow!

"I don't ask much of you. Just make sure your meals are served on time and your home is clean."

Zhuzhu immediately saluted, "Yes!"

Early the next morning, both children woke up late.

On weekdays, both children have to get up early to go to school. On Saturdays and Sundays, they get up an hour later than usual, around 8 o'clock.

Zhang Xiuhua also wanted to sleep in, so she naturally wouldn't wake them up.

The three of them got up and washed and cleaned up. Zhuzhu wanted to steam food for the small animals at home. In the blink of an eye, it was already half past nine.

Zhuzhu is the head of the family, and she ordered Jilin to make breakfast.

Jilin was a little unhappy, "I usually make breakfast. Today is the weekend, and you still let me make it. Aren't you going too far?"

"I used to make breakfast, why didn't you tell me?!"

Ji Lin was no pushover either, and he immediately retorted, "I used to cook dinner. Why didn't you say anything?!"

Zhuzhu crossed her arms and glared at him, "I'm the one who makes dinner now. We don't owe each other anything. Breakfast or dinner, you choose one?!"

Ji Lin was no match for Zhu Zhu and could not argue with her, so he could only obey, "Okay! I'll make breakfast and you make dinner!"

Because of this delay, the food was not served until 10:10.

"Breakfast is half an hour later than usual. This is the first time for you, I forgive you. Lunch can't be late again!" Zhang Xiuhua reminded Zhuzhu.

Zhuzhu blamed Jilin for arguing with her and wasting so much time, and glared at him fiercely.

Ji Lin felt a little guilty and looked away.

Perhaps the two had a quarrel over who should make breakfast, and they had a disagreement on going to the commune to buy meat together.

Jilin didn't plan to go buy meat. "You go by yourself. I have to do my homework at home."

"You promised me last night, how can you go back on your word?" Zhuzhu glared at him unhappily, "Besides, Mom also gave you 1.5 yuan, which is tomorrow's living expenses. Aren't you going to buy some meat to improve our meals?"

Jilin scratched his head, "You can bring it back with you."

"I don't! My legs are short and it's too tiring to ride a bicycle." Zhuzhu is only eight years old. The bicycle at home is a 28-inch bicycle, and she has to dig a hole in her vagina to ride it. That posture is really hard.

Jilin felt that she asked him for help and her tone was so harsh, and he was a little dissatisfied. "In fact, we can eat chicken. We can just buy chicken from the villagers."

"No! I want to eat sweet and sour pork." Zhuzhu pouted and pulled his sleeve. "At worst, I'll make breakfast tomorrow, okay?"

Jilin was defeated by her and sighed, "Okay then!"

Ji Lin rode his bicycle with Zhu Zhu, and the two of them headed towards the commune together.

It takes one hour to walk, while others only need 20 minutes to ride a bike. But Jilin is always slow in doing things, so it took him half an hour to ride a bike, but he was exhausted. "It takes an hour to go back and forth just to buy meat. It's such a waste of time."

Zhuzhu jumped down from the back seat, "Alright! Stop complaining. Don't you want sweet and sour pork?"

Jilin shut up. Of course he wanted to eat, so he changed the subject, "Do you have a meat ticket?"

"No need!" Zhuzhu had already asked her mother, "We can just buy it at the stall. No ticket is needed."

"Is it expensive?" Ji Lin was worried that he wouldn't be able to buy much money with one dollar and fifty cents.

In fact, his prediction was correct.

The two of them first went to the commune, parked their bicycles in the parking lot, and locked them. Then they entered the alley opposite the commune, which had become a vegetable market, with many middlemen selling things. Even farmers who lived close to home would occasionally bring in vegetables that they couldn't finish eating at home.

Since the higher authorities stopped cutting off the capitalist tail, the members have been raising poultry freely. There are not many chicken farms like Lijiatun, but it is not uncommon for each family to raise dozens of chickens and a few pigs.

As more families raise pigs, in addition to the hard quotas, they can hire a butcher to come to their homes to help slaughter the extra pigs, and sell the pork on the black market.

The price is naturally more expensive than that of the supply and marketing cooperatives.

"One dollar per pound? That's too expensive!" Zhuzhu shook her head when she heard the price. Her mother only gave her one dollar and fifty cents, which was barely enough for one meal, let alone three meals a day.

"Why is it so expensive?!" The pork vendor was unhappy, "It was this price a few years ago. The prices of other things have increased, but the price of pork has dropped."

In the past, there were fewer people raising pigs, so pork was a little more expensive. Now that there are more people raising pigs, pork is not as expensive. However, the prices of some daily necessities have increased.

Zhuzhu was still hesitating when someone came over and said, "Cut me two pounds of meat."

He gestured to the meat, and the pork seller immediately cut it as he requested. After weighing it, he decisively paid for it.

A few people came over and shouted, "I want one pound too."

In the blink of an eye, more than half of the pork was gone. With so many people squeezing around, Zhuzhu was extremely anxious. She was worried that the pork would be gone, so she immediately shouted, "I want two kilograms too."

The pork vendor immediately cut a piece of meat and weighed it, which was two dollars and a half. Zhuzhu didn't ask him to cut less, "Okay!"

When she was about to reach into her pocket, she discovered that her bag had been slashed and her wallet was gone!

Seeing this, Ji Lin immediately searched for the money. He had been holding the money in his pockets, so he didn't lose it. However, his pants were also cut. He looked around, and the people around him immediately responded.

"The money is lost? Could it be a thief?"

"Oh, I lost my money too!"

Many people patted their pockets, some said they had lost money, and some warned Zhuzhu to protect her property, "Be careful. There are so many thieves now."

None of these people looked like thieves. Zhuzhu looked around, feeling anxious and angry. At this moment, the pork vendor asked her, "Do you still want to buy?"

Jilin handed over the money, "I only have one dollar and fifty cents. You can cut off the extra money."

The pork seller had no choice but to cut the pork with a knife, and after weighing it, the two men came out from the crowd. Zhuzhu was unwilling to give up, and stood outside staring at these people, wanting to catch the thief, but there was no sign on the bad guy's face, and she stared at him for a long time, but she didn't know who the thief was.

Jilin urged her to go home quickly, "Breakfast is late, but lunch can't be late. Let's go."

Zhuzhu bit her lip and took one last look at the group of people with a stubborn look on her face, as if she wanted to imprint their faces in her mind.

When they got out of the alley, Zhuzhu asked, "Can we call the police?"

"Forget it. When the police arrive, these people will all run away." Jilin told her not to waste time. "If you let mom go hungry, you will lose your salary. It's only two dollars."

Zhuzhu could only swallow her anger.