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

Zhang Xiuhua walked to the next door and saw that the door was already crowded with people.

She was a little surprised to see Aunt Wang Er. "When did you come back?"

"I just came back the day before yesterday." Aunt Wang said with a smile, "When did you come back?"

"Just now." Zhang Xiuhua stood on tiptoe to look inside. There were tall people in front of her, so she couldn't see anything. So she asked Aunt Wang, "What's going on? What are you arguing about?"

Aunt Wang sighed, "Zhou Cuihua is dead, but there is still an old man. The two brothers quarreled over the issue of support."

Li Xingye wanted his younger brother to take care of the elderly because the house he was allocated in the provincial capital was too small, with only two rooms in total. If his father moved in, there would be no place for the children. He couldn't let his father sleep on the floor, could he?

Aunt Wang sighed, "It was only when I came to the city that I realized how tight the welfare housing was. A family of several people squeezed into such a small building. If you cough here, you can hear it clearly across the street."

"He has been a doctor for so many years, but he hasn't bought a house?" Zhang Xiuhua was stunned.

"Why buy a house? If you buy a house, you won't get any welfare housing." Aunt Wang was quite familiar with the welfare distribution in the provincial capital, so she answered without hesitation.

Everyone suddenly realized what was going on. At fifty years old, the whole family was squeezed into a small house of less than 80 square meters. In the past, some people envied Li Xingye, but looking at his current situation, it seemed that he was not that good.

Li Xingjia refused to support his father, and his reason was still "he destroyed my admission letter to Tsinghua University."

No matter how much money Li Xingjia made from growing ginseng, it could not make up for the grievances he had suffered over the years. That was Tsinghua University. If he had been admitted to the university ten years earlier, his future would never be like this!

The two sons quarreled fiercely over the issue of supporting their father. It was obvious that both sons were very promising, but they could not even be filial to their father.

When the other villagers saw this scene, they felt it was ironic.

"They say raising a son is a way to prepare for old age. Having such an unfilial son makes me feel really bad!"

"Who says it's not true? There's an old saying that goes: Those who are loyal are usually butchers, and those who are unfaithful are usually scholars."

"What's the point of becoming a chief physician after studying so much? In the end, you are not even as good as me who didn't even graduate from elementary school. I was beaten by my parents since I was a child, and I was the one who saw him off in the end."

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The villagers were talking one after another.

In the end, Li Jianguo came forward to coordinate. If you don't agree with his coordination, you have to go to court. Chinese people hate going to court the most. In their minds, it is shameful to go to court over the issue of support.

Li Jianguo didn't want to intervene, but he was the village chief, so he had to do justice.

He cleared his throat, "You all have your own grievances, and I understand that. But supporting the elderly is a national regulation. Just now someone said they wanted to sue. Then I will break it off for you according to the law. This way you can save the money of the lawsuit. You don't have to make this matter public and embarrass our Likongtun. What do you think?"

Hearing this, the three of them had no objection.

In the end, he decided that Li Xingjia's father would live in the old house, but his two sons would visit him regularly, twice a month, and the living expenses would be calculated based on food, 60 kilograms per month, and 50 kilograms of vegetables per month.

Li Xingjia could do it because he planned to let his wife visit and bring food and vegetables. He couldn't serve his father anyway.

Li Xingye heard this request and said, "I work in the provincial capital, how can I have time to come back?"

"If you can't come back, then take your dad for a physical examination once a year and buy him clothes twice a year. If you don't have time, then convert it into money and let him buy it on the street himself." Li Jianguo reminded the two, "The first three necessities of life must be guaranteed. Even if you file a lawsuit, the judge will rule the same. I am just following the law to save you time."

Li Xingjia and Li Xingye thought that this request was reasonable and nodded in agreement.

But Mr. Li refused, "How can I eat alone? Who will cook for me?"

Father Li has never cooked before. When he was a child, his parents cooked for him, and when he grew up, his wife cooked for him. He has never done any cooking.

Zhang Xiuhua showed a mocking smile. Being kicked around by his two sons, he still wanted someone to take care of him. What kind of daydreaming was this?

Li Jianguo had already lost his patience. "Just wash the rice, add some water and boil it. What's so difficult about that? If you can't make delicious food, you can make it unpalatable. We all lived through hard times. Our ancestors were poor peasants for eight generations. Who is born a young master?!"

This sentence made Father Li speechless. The villagers also sighed.

Being a village chief is not an easy job. Neither of my two sons is willing to support me, so what else can I do except do it myself?

Besides, for those who are healthy, their son gives them money and food, and they just wash rice and cook for themselves. Is that difficult? ! They are just making up excuses to live with their son in their old age. They still can't face the reality!

The matter was settled under Li Jianguo's auspices, and the two sons signed a support agreement.

Li Xingye hurried back to work and gave his father two years' worth of medical examination and clothing expenses in one lump sum in front of everyone, asking him to go to the hospital for medical examinations and buy his own clothes.

He earned three hundred yuan at a time, and the villagers were so envious that their eyes almost fell out.

Li Jianguo waved to everyone, "Okay, everyone go away!"

The villagers went back home, gossiping about the two sons being so unfilial.

Some children are young and don’t know much about the family situation, so they are very curious, “Why doesn’t Uncle Xingjia want to support his father? Uncle Xingjia is a very good person.”

Li Xingjia led the whole village to plant ginseng. If the ginseng seeds did not sprout, the villagers would come to ask him for help. The children in the village also knew him. They had a good impression of him. But how come his reputation collapsed overnight?

The adults then told the story of the grudge between Li's parents and Li Xing's family.

"Uncle Xing was admitted to Tsinghua University, but they didn't allow him to study? They secretly hid his admission letter?!" The children were all shocked. "Why?"

The adults sighed. What could they say? They said that the Li family's parents were selfish and did that just to keep their son by their side? They couldn't say it, and they couldn't explain it. "Who knows."

This excitement lasted in the village for several days, until the end of the year, when it gradually died down.

This year, the strong laborers in the village returned home earlier.

When I asked the reason, I found out that many foreign companies had withdrawn their investment and there was not much work in their factory, so they came back early.

"What about the salary? Is it less?"

"No, it's all settled. But we won't need so many workers next year. We have to find new jobs next year!"

The villagers breathed a sigh of relief and secretly rejoiced, "That's good!"

The strong laborers who returned have a much better life because this year they can drink beer from their own factory.

When Li Jianguo came back from the factory, a strong laborer greeted him and asked, "Village chief, are there any dividends this year?"

In fact, they always ask which year it is. This has become a routine.

Li Jianguo shook his head. "I'm just the factory director. I can't make the decision. We have to wait for Ergou to come back!"

The strong laborer just asked casually, dividends are not the most important thing, "Then are you hiring?"

"We will recruit workers. We will deliver goods to other counties, and we will recruit delivery workers when the time comes." The beer produced by Li Jianguo's factory this year is all for this county. However, the production line is not fully utilized. If production is liberalized, it can actually supply two counties.

The strong laborer smiled and said, "Okay! I'll go deliver the goods then, too."

In a blink of an eye, Ergou came back. Zhang Xiuhua also had her New Year holiday. Baolin had to participate in the Winter Olympics again this year, so he couldn't come back for the New Year.

Seeing Ergou, Zhuzhu couldn't wait to run over and stretched out her hand to him, "Second brother, where is my gift?"

Zhang Xiuhua was a little speechless, "Let him take a breath first, the things haven't been put down yet. You're already clamoring for gifts." This child is really spoiled by her!

Zhuzhu smiled flatteringly and helped her brother carry his luggage, "Second brother, come in quickly! I'll pour you some water!"

After that, he went back to the house like a dog and brought him a bowl of boiled water and a freshly baked sweet potato. "Are you hungry? Eat something!"

Ergou just thought it was funny, "Okay! I'll give it to you!"

He opened the bag and took out a CD.

The packaging was a photo of her, which was even prettier than she was in person. Zhuzhu laughed foolishly, "It's so beautiful."

Without waiting for others to see, she put the CD into the CD player next to the TV. This was specially bought when she went to Shanghai to record last time. She also bought a lot of CDs at that time. Now she can finally play her own CD.

Li Jianguo wanted to ask Ergou about the details of the company, but was interrupted by Zhuzhu, "Dad! I'm listening to my CD, can you be more serious?!"

Li Jianguo was scolded by his little daughter, so he sat down quickly. "Okay, okay, I'll be serious! Ouch, is this your voice? It doesn't sound like it!"

"This is called a CD." Zhuzhu raised her head proudly, "I recorded a lot of them."

The scene starts and the music starts. Zhuzhu has a sweet voice. The lines have also been modified to suit her.

Li Jianguo even exaggeratedly praised his daughter's singing, "Zhuzhu really has a talent for singing. I think you can be called the little Teresa Teng."

Zhuzhu was overjoyed by his praise, "Really? I sing so well?!"

Li Jianguo nodded out of respect.

"Different sweetness. Teresa Teng's voice is warm and soft, while your voice is playful, sweet, and youthful. Two kinds of sweetness." Zhang Xiuhua asked Ergou, "Is her CD selling well?"

"The pirated copies sold very well, and many dance halls also sang her songs. The CD just went on sale, and the results are also good. I was too busy with work and did not give them funds for promotion. This result is already quite good." Ergou was busy, "I have already distributed the funds, and there will be advertisements later."

Zhang Xiuhua didn't quite understand this, "I think Zhuzhu is very suitable for idol dramas. You can shoot one. If the money is not enough, I have more here."

"No need. I can afford the money for a play! I'll ask someone to arrange it later." Ergou sighed, "I haven't managed the agency this year, but my agency helped me get a lot of plays, which broke even and made a small profit. Next, I will hire a producer and let him be responsible for filming. I really don't have that much time."

Li Jianguo thought he was right. "You really can't handle it all by yourself. It would be good to find someone to help you."

Ergou nodded, "Let him shoot an idol drama as his first film, and let Zhuzhu be the heroine."

Zhuzhu jumped up with joy, "Great! I will act well."