Husband, please lend me your virtues

In fact, the leaders of the steel plant are trying their best to protect him, and the textile factory will not easily fire Xu Zijin for the sake of the leaders of the steel plant.

But He Zhuru's purpose was to scare Xu Zijin away and make her go to the countryside willingly, so the more exaggerated the better.

"You are right, but my father's deeds are enough to give me a chance to defend myself."

Her biological father Xu Zhou was considered a hero who sacrificed his life for the public in Jicheng. It was obvious whether she would believe the children of a hero, or listen to a woman who hastily remarried before her husband's body was cold.

"Before my father died, he left a message in person, saying that half of everything he had, including his pension, would be left to me, his only daughter."

Xu Zijin turned his back to the door, changed his weak expression just now, showed a mocking smile on his face, and approached He Zhuru step by step. Xu Zijin grabbed He Zhuru's hand, took her to the balcony, pointed in the direction of the factory, and whispered to He Zhuru:

"My dad is right here! He held my hand with his bloody hands and made you swear to raise me well and love me."

"And what did you—my good mother do? Hmm?"

"After coaxing half of the Xu family's fortune out of my hands, he ignored me.

Everyone in the compound took great care of me, asking about my well-being and worrying that I might get hurt.

As soon as I returned to the Qiao family, his true colors were revealed. He would beat and scold me if he was not satisfied with me. He was afraid that the neighbors would see the scars on my body, so he pinched my thighs and chest!

Brainwash me and make me work like a slave for your Qiao family."

Xu Zijin hasn’t said anything even more outrageous yet, and such a sensational incident will certainly be spread more widely.

Xu Zijin saw that the door of Qiao's house was quietly opened by the neighbors. He Zhuru, who had her back to the door, did not notice it. She pinched herself secretly, pearl-like tears rolled down her face, and her voice was filled with pitiful crying.

"I am also your biological daughter! I accept the way you treat me. After all, I am just a burden you brought to the Qiao family."

When He Zhuru saw her daughter's expression change, from sharp words to weak and gullible, she thought that Xu Zijin was afraid of her and was showing weakness to her, and her face became smug.

"But why should I go to the countryside to replace Jizu? He has no job and is very strong, so he is a perfect candidate to go to the countryside!"

Aunt Luo, one of the three neighboring aunts who tiptoed into the Qiao family's house, couldn't help herself. She rushed over and hugged Xu Zijin in her arms, patting Xu Zijin gently to comfort her.

He turned around and glared at He Zhuru, pointing at her nose and cursing, the saliva in his mouth almost spraying onto He Zhuru's face.

"Qiao family, this is your fault. Comrade Xu sacrificed himself for the factory. You swore to your superiors that you would take good care of Zijin, so they let you take Comrade Xu's half of the pension."

"Now you actually want Comrade Xu's daughter to go to the countryside in place of your son. Are you worthy of Comrade Xu?"

Aunt Cai reacted at this time and took over the conversation, "You have a share of Old Xu's savings, but Zijin is Old Xu's only daughter. When Old Xu was alive, he said that half of his savings should be left to Zijin."

"We are all listening. You are such a greedy person that you even want your daughter's money. Just wait! You don't have to go to the factory where Zijin was admitted to sue her. I will go to our factory director to sue you! Let the factory director judge!"

The other aunt was younger and didn’t know who the Old Xu they were talking about was, so she just gave He Zhuru some dry advice.

"Sister He, how can a frail girl like Zijin go to the countryside?"

He Zhuru was embarrassed by being criticized repeatedly by the neighbor sister-in-law with whom she had a good relationship. She picked up an object and threw it at Xu Zijin in Aunt Luo's arms.

She had been paying attention to He Zhuru's movements. She could have dodged at the first moment, but she resisted the urge to dodge and faced the porcelain cup thrown by He Zhuru.

The more painful it was for He Zhuru to hit her now, the more tragic her future would be. Before Xu Zijin fainted, she gave He Zhuru a smile that only she could see, and mouthed the words "Mom, you're done" to her.

Blood flowed down Xu Zijin's forehead and dripped directly onto the ground. Aunt Luo covered Xu Zijin's wound, her tone panicked, and hurriedly carried Xu Zijin out.

"Send Zijin to the hospital quickly."

The three people in the room carried the unconscious Xu Zijin out. When they passed by He Zhuru, they didn't even want to say anything to her. They just glanced at He Zhuru.

He Zhuru stared at her hands in a daze, trembling slightly. Xu Zijin's pale face after he fainted and the hateful looks from her neighbors all told her that she was in big trouble.

After treatment, Xu Zijin slowly woke up and looked at the backward yet retro decorations in front of him.

When I saw that the people around me were dressed in rustic clothes with many patches on their clothes, I thought that this was indeed the backward era that 001 mentioned.

The original person, Xu Zijin, was a heroic model figure in the steel plant and the daughter of the former security chief Xu Zhou and He Zhuru.

After Xu Zhou sacrificed his life to protect the steel plant and the safety of its employees, He Zhuru quickly remarried to Qiao Qingfeng, a divorced porter with a daughter, taking the one-year-old Xu Zijin with her, and started a new family, giving birth to another son and a daughter.

The current situation is that the Qiao family has been reported to the Youth League Office, but they are not cooperating with the work of the office and have young people of appropriate age who are refusing to go to the countryside.

Ben had nothing to do with the original body's business. She had just found a job a few days ago and didn't have to go to the countryside.

Her mother He Zhuru didn't want to feel sorry for her son and wanted her daughter, who had a job, to go to the countryside to replace her son.

She repeatedly talked to Xu Zijin in private, hoping that the little girl would take the initiative to offer to go to the countryside in place of her brother so as to maintain her image as a loving mother in front of the Qiao siblings.

He Zhuru appears to be a very kind-hearted person in front of outsiders. Because of her deceased husband, everyone in the compound is very caring and tolerant towards her.

Even though Xu Zhou's daughter was wearing shabby clothes, she just thought it was not easy for the couple to raise four children, so she just took care of Xu Zijin in private. Now that Xu Zijin's head was broken, the neighbors would no longer protect her as before.

She rubbed her bandaged forehead carefully, and got up to find that the ward was crowded with people, all of whom were neighbors who usually took care of her original body, but her biological mother He Zhuru was nowhere to be seen.

"Zijin, are you feeling better? The doctor said you'll have a headache when you first wake up."

In addition to having a broken head, Xu Zijin also had a high fever. Aunt Luo brushed the hair away from her eyes and held her down to prevent her from getting up.

The people who had followed Xu Zijin to the hospital saw Xu Zijin wake up, comforted him with a few words, and then hurried back to the family compound to work.

"Much better, thank you Aunt Luo, where's my mom?"

Xu Zijin blinked her grape-like eyes obediently and asked where He Zhuru had gone.

"Oh, don't mention your heartless mother. She didn't even come to the hospital. She's still at home."

Those who don't know might think that He Zhuru is not Zijin's biological mother. She hit him so hard. She came down from the upstairs holding Xu Zijin in her arms. The blood flowed from the downstairs of her house to the gate of the compound, like a murder scene.