At this time, Old Man Sun and Old Mrs. Zhao remembered the goodness of Master Wen again. After some discussion, they called Master Wen's phone number, hoping to say something nice before going to visit him for acupuncture.

Anyway, I was going to give him money, so I definitely didn’t want to shut out the money-making business, right?

However, the phone number could not be reached, and the voice prompt was that the phone was turned off. They called the cell phone number of the woman in scantily clad clothes, but the phone was also turned off.

This is the benefit of not having a real-name system for mobile phone cards. You don’t want to throw it away and buy another one.

It's not because this card is bound to identity information, bank cards, social security, account numbers, and all kinds of other very important things, so you have to keep using it if you don't need it.

Moreover, the two mobile phone cards of Wen Ye and Mo Tongtong were originally special cards for contacting acupuncture clients. After Wen Ye decided to temporarily wash his hands of the situation, these two numbers could be discarded.

The old couple secretly went to the Mingzhu Old Steel Factory Community without telling their grumpy daughter. However, the door of the apartment was locked and it said "Open on May Day". These four big characters made them despair.

You must know that it is only the end of December, and there are still more than four months before May Day next year. How can we survive this?

The old couple had no choice but to go to Li Tiehan, Liu Jingxiang, Liu Xingda, and Tong Huiqing, the four die-hard supporters of Master Wen.

However, they all answered in unison that there was no news about Master Wen, and they only knew that he had traveled far away to buy rare herbs in the extremely cold places in the north.

"I think Li Tiehan and the others must have Wen's phone number, and maybe they know where Wen lives. They just deliberately didn't tell us that these shameless people are all old enough to be Wen's grandfather."

Old man, you don’t have the nerve to lick the hook of a white-faced little baby, everyone will die!"

The old lady Sun was so hurt that she was so angry that she cursed ferociously on the bed: "Drink, why don't you drink to death, you old man suffering from the plague? If you don't listen to the doctor and you still dare to drink, your limbs will be amputated sooner or later!"

Every night for Mr. Zhao, his hands and feet were extremely itchy, and the old woman beside him was rolling over and over on the bed, scolding this and that, scolding everyone except her daughter, who had a more bad temper.

This constant 'buzzing' like a fly in the ear is nothing short of torture for Old Man Zhao.

He drank a large glass of spicy wine before going to bed today, and his body suddenly felt so good. He hadn't felt so comfortable for a long time. The last time he felt this way was when he had that little boy named Wen three months ago.

So despite the old lady howling and cursing, he pretended to be dead, pretended to be drunk, and tried his best to fall asleep.

In fact, Mr. Zhao has always felt that Master Wen is quite capable, but he has been strict with his wife for decades and is afraid of his wife and daughter. Now his daughter swears by Master Wen. It seems to have immediate effects at the time, but the side effects will definitely be serious in the future.

The great tiger and wolf medicine is proved by the fact that he now has such severe rheumatism and the old woman now suffers from even more severe migraines.

So Old Man Zhao has now resigned himself to his fate.

"Hululu, hululu~"

Knowing that her mother couldn't sleep well all night due to increasingly uncontrollable migraines and was scolding her, the woman simply slept in her son's bedroom. This small bedroom faced the east and was the farthest away. Then she customized another one.

Soundproof cotton thick door curtain.

Although the mother's scolding could still be faintly heard, the content could no longer be heard clearly. Instead, it could be used as a lullaby to speed up falling asleep.

After she moved to his son's bedroom, the man once thought of moving to the master bedroom to sleep, so that he would not be separated from his father-in-law and mother-in-law by a wall, and they both had the same corridor leading to the long balcony to the south, but the woman flatly refused.

Already.

There was no other reason. She just looked down on him. She despised him for having been married for seven or eight years, and for having all the bad habits from the countryside. She despised him for being dirty and unhygienic.

In fact, this woman has not had husband-to-wife rituals with a man for a year this year. She doesn’t know whether the man is hungry, but she is not hungry at all.

Xiao Liu, who just graduated last year, screams like Sister Zhao, with as much energy as a dog or a little tiger calf. Although her director, Lao Liang, is old, he is knowledgeable and interesting, and often takes her to visit places in his car.

, if it weren’t for her son and this man who was busy doing laundry, cooking and cleaning the house at home, and had to hand over all the monthly salary of 2,680 yuan, she would have told him to get out!

This salary is far less than that in Mingzhu, but compared to those salespersons who earn 400 to 500 yuan a month, and workers who earn 800 to 900 yuan a month, they still have a slight advantage.

Although this doesn't change the fact that he is a loser.

In another study room, the man clearly listened to his mother-in-law's curses, and couldn't help but smile with pleasure in his heart.

At the beginning, he was so annoyed that he wanted to take the opportunity to sleep in the master bedroom. He also hoped that the woman would pity him and let him live as a couple for once.

But now, he was relieved. Instead, he couldn't sleep without hearing the old woman's wailing all night long.

He was a son-in-law from out of town. Although the child was named after him, his parents had not even seen the child since he was six years old.

His monthly salary was taken away by his wife, leaving only thirty yuan in pocket money.

Fortunately, the department he works in has a little power. Although it is impossible for people who ask for help to give money to ordinary clerks like them, the section chief also knows that when he gets money, he has to let his subordinates get a little help, every day.

Some people treat guests to a dental festival and have a drink.

And knowing that he was a heavy smoker and that his wife was very good at managing money, no one wanted to fight with him to grab the remaining cigarettes on the table when they parted ways.

Before he entered this home, laundry, cooking and cleaning were all done by his father-in-law. Once he entered this home, everything fell into his hands.

When the child was born, I got up early in the morning to cook, rushed to work after cooking, came back at noon to cook, and continued to cook after returning from work in the afternoon.

After serving the old man, old woman, and tigress, he had to wash dishes, wash clothes, and clean the house. Before he could take a breath, he had to take care of the children. He kept busy until late at night.

He went to bed exhausted.

I have to get up several times at night to prepare milk powder for my child.

Women and old men and women have always despised him for his incompetence. After staying in the department for so many years, he is still an ordinary clerk.

They also don’t think about it. Thirty yuan a month’s pocket money is not enough to buy someone a cup of coffee. They ride bicycles to and from work every day to rush for time. How can they still have the energy and money to please their boss, let alone have time to study?

Recharge yourself.

Since getting married, my parents and younger siblings have not been to Mingzhu once, and I have not been back once. I have phone numbers at work and home, but I dare not call them. I only dare to write letters to contact them.

He was just afraid that when his parents and younger siblings would call and ask for money, and they would write letters to complain, he would turn a blind eye. At most, he would just write a letter every New Year to say hello.

At this time, when he heard the sound outside the door, he was so excited and happy that he couldn't help but want to laugh loudly, but he had to hold it in and cover his mouth with the quilt to prevent the laughter from spreading.

Then, in a daze, his head was on fire, his whole body was paralyzed and limp, half of his face was filled with fear, and half of his face was a frozen smile.

He had a stroke!

In the midst of fear and struggle, he suddenly thought of something.

Before National Day, three months from now, the young man named Master Wen looked at him and said three words.

'Three months.'

At this moment, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave!
Chapter completed!