Dongyang's temper also came up. He got up from the ground and snored the dirty body of Huhuhu and said to Jiang Qilan impatiently, "Second sister, what's the use of crying like this here? Can your son hear it? Even if we don't stop you, you jumped into the river and jumped off the building and died, will it have any impact on him? Isn't he just crying for a few days and feel uncomfortable after a few days? You will still go back to your partner's house to live. Your death is equivalent to dying in vain, why bother?"

After saying that, Jiang Qilan, Dongyang said to the relatives crowded in the house, "Don't bother to persuade me, my second sister is not stupid, don't you understand such a simple account? Everyone goes back to their own house and do their own work, let my second sister think about it quietly."

In fact, many relatives were impatient, but no one had the nerve to leave and had to stay here and fucked. Now Dongyang has spoken, and they have a step, and they all agreed and left one after another.

In the end, only Jiang’s mother, Jiang Qifen and Dongyang were left in the family.

There were not many people, and Jiang Qilan did not calm down a lot. She was just sobbing and crying there.

"Qi Lan, I think what Qi Bin's wife said is quite reasonable. Don't be dying for a rolling wolf. It's not worth it. You are not just him. If he leaves, don't you have a second child? You two treat the second child well. Even if he marryes his wife in the future, you can leave it alone?" Jiang's mother advised.

Jiang's mother has come to the point.

Jiang Qilan's two sons used to praise her for being filial to both children. In the future, she and her husband would definitely have a good life. Now one son is unreliable to run away with a woman, and only one son is left. What if they can't be reliable for the old couple?

The couple gave everything they could give to their children in their lives, and they didn't have anything left, and they didn't even have their own pension money. If their second son didn't care about them, they would have to drink the northwest wind when they were old.

When Jiang's mother mentioned the second child, Jiang Qilan finally felt a little energetic. "Yes, mom, you're right. I'm more than just him. The second child has been honest and obedient since childhood and must not be like him. Let's use our relationship to find a good job for the second child, so that he can marry a beautiful, capable wife with a good family background, and regret his death."

This is so naive that he is just a lie to himself, but no matter what, Jiang Qilan's emotions have stabilized.

Dongyang and Jiang's mother were worried that there was no one at home. Jiang's mother urged her to go home and watch Zhang Kuang. Dongyang didn't want to stay here and left quickly.

When she got home, she saw Zhang Kuang sitting on the sofa with a slow origami box.

He didn't mean to be so slow, but his hands were not very flexible. He could only do it slowly without breaking his mind.

"Can you do it? Don't lose it if you are tired!" Dongyang said worriedly.

Zhang Kuang smiled at her and said with a slow speech speed, "It's good to exercise your finger flexibility while making money."

Speaking of making money, Dongyang thought about finding a part-time job as he had thought about earlier.

She sat down and started origami boxes, and then discussed this matter with Zhang Kuang.

Zhang Kuang was quite rational and asked her, "Even if you have fewer jobs in the factory, can you go out casually during working hours?"

Dongyang

The answer is no.

Although there is no such thing as check-in at the factory, the factory has a gate, and the gate is closed during working hours, and the guards are there to guard and they can't get out at all.

"I went back to the factory to talk to the factory manager. I guess I couldn't get back to work. There must be an explanation in the factory. I was injured in this work. They thought it was over just by taking charge of the medical expenses, so it was not that simple." Zhang Kuang said slowly for a long time, which made Dongyang very anxious.

However, what Zhang Kuang said is indeed very reasonable. The factory really cannot ignore Zhang Kuang. If the factory doesn't care, just sue the factory and finally Zhang Kuang can achieve his goal. After all, the truth is with him.

"Then I will ask for a leave from the factory tomorrow and come back to pick you up together," Dongyang decided to say.

Zhang Kuang shook his head, "No need for you, let the old lady take me there. We are old and the other are disabled, and we can earn more sympathy points. What you need to think about now is what can we do with money!"

The question came back again. Dong Yang rubbed his eyebrows with a headache, and an idea came to his mind, "How about we open a small shop? I am still working in the factory. When the store is opened, you just look at the store and sell something. I can do it on weekends and after get off work. If you have something to do, you can make money without delaying rehabilitation training. Isn't it good to kill multiple kills in one go?"

"It's pretty good, but what are we selling? Where is the store?" Zhang Kuang just asked questions and didn't use his brain, and he would throw them to Dongyang no matter how he implemented it.

"Anyway, it's not something that can be done in a day or two. Let's talk about it when you have money," Dongyang was too lazy to use his brain and said sighing.

It took a while before Dongyang broke it, and the joints on her hands were painful, the arms, legs and waist were painful, and she couldn't stand it.

Zhang Kuang had Jiang Qibin's memory. Seeing her grinning, he knew what was wrong with her. He hurriedly said, "You go into the house and change into warmer clothes. Boil more hot water at night, soak your feet, and don't use cold water to wash your clothes."

Dongyang snorted coldly, "Water is not coal or electricity is not needed, that's all money."

"People are more important than money," Zhang Kuang said.

Dongyang also understood this truth, but the real He Yongchun regarded money as more important than herself. What is the pain in her body? As long as she can still work, she will definitely not stop and never thought of cherishing herself more.

In the middle of winter, in order to save some coal money, she never uses hot water to wash clothes and other things. Her hands are really not good-looking, cracked and frostbite.

This is probably how people of their generation have lived. They don’t make much money and want to live a good life, so they can only rely on saving. How to save? Many times they reduce their quality of life to achieve the goal of saving money.

Dongyang and Zhang Kuang also know that they can't waste extravagance, but they will definitely not do it if they make them feel so wronged to save money.

"Okay, I know, don't worry about me, just take care of yourself." Dongyang reached out and rubbed his hand on Zhang Kuang's head, and sighed, "Your hair is too long and difficult to wash, so I'll shave you when I turn around."

He said he was looking back, but Dongyang shaved Zhang Kuang's hair that night. Zhang Kuang, who had no hair, looked thinner and shrier, and even more pitiful.

After cutting his head, Zhang Kuang took a shower, and Dongyang was criticized by Jiang's mother for this.

Jiang's mother disliked her for not going in to help Zhang Kuang wash, and what if something happened to happen!

Dongyang was helpless and spread his hands, "It's not that I don't want to help him, it's because he doesn't want me to help. If I don't believe me, I'll go in now."

As soon as Dongyang's hand touched the bathroom door, Zhang Kuang said exaggeratedly inside, "Don't come in, don't come in, I'll wash it myself."

This is really not their collusion in advance, it is definitely Zhang Kuang's real reaction. He is now in his forties and is not good-looking anywhere. He is embarrassed.

He went to bed later and was ready to go to bed. Dongyang's joints were so painful that he was sleepless. He said arrogantly, "I'll press it for you, maybe it can relieve the pain."
Chapter completed!