Chapter 18
Old Mrs. Jiang lived in a bungalow area at the urban-rural fringe for many years, and there was a group of old neighbors who could chat and love to chat.
Among these old neighbors, there is an old lady named Tong, who always doesn’t deal with Old Mrs. Jiang.
Speaking of which, this old lady named Tong is also quite legendary.
When she was young, she was a famous beauty nearby. She married twice and gave birth to four children, all of which died young. When she was in her thirties, her second husband left unexpectedly, and she never married again and lived alone until now.
After decades of ups and downs, many people behind her pointed fingers and spoke to Mrs. Tong. People were talking to men openly outside and said something to them for ten or a half days, which made Mrs. Tong very unbearable.
Among them, Mrs. Jiang is one of the ones who said more and more ugly.
Why does Mrs. Jiang always say that Mrs. Tong? Because Mrs. Jiang’s husband, that is, when Mrs. Jiang’s father was still alive, helped Mrs. Tong several times, Jiang’s mother always felt that her husband had something to do with Mrs. Tong or that Mrs. Tong had a unique purpose to her husband, so she targeted Mrs. Tong everywhere.
Old Mrs. Tong is not a clay figure, and she has a temper. Of course, she will fight back when she is said by Jiang’s mother. Over time, the two of them are very inconsistent.
A few years ago, Mrs. Jiang sold her house in the bungalow area and moved into the city to live with her son. She had no relationship with Mrs. Tong, but she often mentioned Mrs. Tong in front of her son and daughter-in-law.
She always says that people don’t take advantage of the young and serious attitude to find someone to marry and leave a child and half of their daughters and have no support in their old age. She always says that she is different from others. She doesn’t have to worry about not having to support her when she has children and daughters.
This time we met, the old lady Tong recognized Jiang's mother at a glance and took the initiative to come forward to say hello to her.
Jiang's mother was stunned for a long time and didn't remember who the woman in her fifties dressed well was, and she only remembered after Mrs. Tong introduced herself.
Jiang's mother's mouth was so surprised that she closed her mouth for a long time. Jiang's mother was a few years older than Mrs. Tong, but now it seems that the two people look like two generations, and Mrs. Tong doesn't look like someone over 60 at all.
Not only is Mrs. Tong young, she has a good mentality. You can tell from her chatting and talking that she is a Shulang and talkative person. Dongyang likes to get along with people with this kind of personality.
What a pity, Old Mrs. Jiang doesn’t like it.
The two have not seen each other for many years, and even if the relationship is very ordinary, it would be a little greeting. But Mrs. Jiang couldn't mention the fact that she had no wife, no children, and asked Mrs. Tong how to support her.
Dongyang was embarrassed for Jiang's mother, and she really wanted to pretend that she didn't know this old lady.
Old Mrs. Tong was quite well-educated and didn't get angry directly. She replied with a smile: "I have saved some money over the years, and the old house can be sold. I don't lack money at hand. When I can't take care of myself one day, I will go to the nursing home in the provincial capital. I have contacted there and I can live there at any time."
"Career home? Oh, what place is that? If you can't eat well and live well, you may abuse the elderly. Who will live there for a lucky elderly person? You are really. Many years ago, I advised you to find another one to have a son and a half daughter. If you listened to me earlier, you wouldn't be like this now." Jiang's mother came here again.
Old Mrs. Tong had a smile on her face, but her voice was obviously colder: "Have you been to live? I haven't lived before, how do you know that people are not good at eating, but living, and abuse the elderly? I went there every day, there are a group of old men and women chatting, talking and playing mahjong with me, but it's much more comfortable to charge my daughter-in-law when I come out like this in the middle of winter. Also, it has nothing to do with whether they have children or not. Many elderly people have children and daughters, and they also go to nursing homes to live in nursing homes. Do you know why?"
She didn't expect Jiang's mother to answer, and said to herself: "Because people who are old people know that they feel sorry for their children, they don't want to support their children for their elderly care, and they don't want to stay at home to drag their children down. At our age, if they have children, they are all old. They live a tight life and have to support their elderly people. You said that why do you have the nerve to show off such things? They don't know how hard their children are."
After arguing with the crowd, Mrs. Tong bought two servings of grilled cold noodles for righteousness before leaving.
Jiang's mother was so angry that she sat on the little pony next to her and scolded the old lady Tong for a long time.
It is understandable that parents raise children and children support them. But it is really wrong to always use such things to disgust others with Jiang’s mother, and she deserves to be criticized.
I thought this in my heart, but I couldn't say this in my mouth. Dongyang must be a daughter-in-law, and while busy baking cold noodles, I had to try my best to coax Old Mrs. Jiang.
However, it is also beneficial for Jiang’s mother to be criticized once, that is, she will no longer want to set up a stall with Dongyang.
She was afraid of meeting her former acquaintances, afraid that others would ask about her family's situation, afraid that she would know that her son was in poor health and her daughter-in-law would be laid off, and afraid that the cowhide she had blown out in the early years would be slapped back and looked ugly.
It feels much easier without Jiang Mu Dongyang, and the cold noodles are so exciting.
In this way, the Spring Festival came as scheduled, and the family celebrated the New Year together. Just after the fifth day of the New Year, the school started for the two children and their family became deserted again.
Dongyang has been out selling grilled cold noodles for a while. He has done some calculations with Zhang Kuang at home. It doesn’t matter. He was shocked when he calculated it.
"Is it so profitable?" Zhang Kuang said in disbelief: "You made more money than me this day, and I'm a little sour."
Dongyang didn't expect that selling roasted cold noodles would make so much money. To be honest, people's purchasing power is far less than that in the future. It is normal for such street stalls to earn tens of thousands of dollars a month in twenty or thirty years later. Dongyang didn't expect that the income from setting up stalls is so considerable now.
"Then let's change it. I'll go to the newsstand to sell grilled cold noodles," Dongyang jokingly said.
Zhang Kuang immediately waved his hand to refuse: "I can't do yours. You are doing technical work, and I don't have the skills you have."
Selling baked cold noodles is really profitable, but it is also really hard.
Many people set up stalls for a long time or only go to the night market. She started the stalls at 7 or 8 in the morning and worked hard until 90 in the evening. As long as someone comes to buy grilled cold noodles, she is not idle. She can't even drink saliva when she is busy. Even if she is idle, she has to blow the cold wind, but unlike Zhang Kuang who can still burn coal to keep warm in the newsstand.
So, don’t always envy others for making a lot of money by setting up a stall. Just pat your chest and ask yourself if you can endure the hardships of others.
Some people are like this, saying that the work they do is not decent and cannot bear the hardships they can't bear to do. When they mention money, they feel so sad. What they do is obviously not related to them, but they have to find something to balance themselves. This is really disgusting.
Chapter completed!