Reborn 1990Evil Mother-in-Law

Chapter 413: The woman named Xiuqing collects 1 yuan in rent per month?

"Dad, I don't want it." Li Hongyan declined.

She couldn't help but compare in her mind. Her mother, Chen Xiaoying, just threw away 300 yuan and it went down the drain. She and her father made a lot of calculations, but the house was not included in the calculation, and they only had 200 yuan a month.

It's too little. She is short of money in many places now.

"Why not? While I can still move, I will give you two coins. When I get old and can't move, I will try to get some money to subsidize you, but I won't be able to." Li Pingwang said: "You have a heavy burden. , the eldest brother wants to get married, the second and third children have to go to school, and they have to ask you for living expenses every month."

"You are a farmer, not a worker in the city. People can get paid every month from work. For a farmer like you, you will have to wait until autumn to sell some grain in exchange for money. If I don't help you, who will help you."

"Take it."

Li Pingwang is really kind to his eldest daughter Li Hongyan.

He put himself in her shoes and took all her children into consideration. He didn't have a penny left of the 200 yuan monthly pension, and gave it all to his eldest daughter.

Li Hongyan thought about it and realized that she would have to pay living expenses for her sons in a few days.

She said, "Okay, dad, I'll lend you this money. When Pengbo and the others graduate from college and find jobs, let them be filial to you."

Li Pingwang loved hearing this and laughed happily.

After giving the money, Li Pingwang felt uncomfortable sitting at his son-in-law's house: "Then you guys are busy, I'm leaving."

"Dad, please sit down again." Li Hongyan said politely.

Li Pingwang was too old to be of much help, so she was too distracted to greet him while he was sitting at home.

Li Hongyan's attempt to persuade her to stay was not sincere at all.

"No, no, the play hasn't finished yet. I'll go to the stage and listen to it again." Li Pingwang said.

Li Hongyan said skillfully: "There is still a show in the evening. I said the show at eight o'clock in the evening is the best. After you have finished listening, if it is not convenient to go back at night, you will sleep at my place. The boss and the others are not at home, so you will sleep with them." Room."

The boss, Zhao Pengfei, said he was working in the county town and found a job in an auto repair shop. He didn't know if he learned anything.

The second eldest children, Zhao Pengbo and Zhao Penngle, are in college.

The sons' houses were empty.

But when Li Pingwang arrived at the home of his son-in-law Zhao Faliang, he felt uncomfortable all over. Even though he had helped the family all his life, he was still used to watching whether his son-in-law was willing and happy when eating and talking.

No matter how nice it is here, he just wants to go back to his home.

Your own home is where you are in charge.

"No, no, I'll take someone else's tricycle back later." Li Pingwang said and walked outside the yard.

Zhao Faliang also followed a few steps away, and Li Pingwang quickly told him not to send him off.

Zhao Faliang went back.

Li Hongyan sent her father some distance away, and suddenly she remembered, who is that woman named Xiuqing?

She asked her second son, Zhao Pengbo, to find someone at that address when he had time.

However, because the address was very old, the old family building was mostly rented by migrant workers, and the surrounding streets had been moved during renovations in recent years. He was surprised not to find the address, but only knew the general range.

That's the general range. In the urban villages where residential buildings have been built so high and extend in all directions, most landlords have moved to newly built properties outside. In such a dirty and messy place, except when collecting rent, they usually come. None come.

When Li Hongyan heard this, she suddenly thought, could this woman named Xiuqing be a landlord?

She owns a building in an urban village.

She was very thoughtful and asked about the specific situation of rent collection in a building in the urban village. She couldn't understand it. It was a building, a fund-raising building, with two households on one floor. This kind of building in the urban village was said to be like a student dormitory. Yes, there can be more than 20 rooms on one floor, and then the general floor must be added to the seventh floor.

After all, God, this woman named Xiu Qing earns ten or twenty thousand yuan a month in rent. She is so rich.

But the son could not find this person.

Li Hongyan suddenly walked a few steps quickly and caught up with her father Li Pingwang: "Dad, who is Xiuqing?"

Xiuqing?

Li Pingwang's heart skipped a beat and his whole body tensed up, but he quickly came to his senses.

Except for people of his generation, no one knows about Xiuqing, and Hongyan has never known this person. She may be asking about something else.

"Xiu Qing? Or Xiu Qin, Xiuxia?" Li Pingwang said: "In the village, Li Laosi's wife is called Xiu Qin. You have seen her before. Have you forgotten?"

Li Hongyan became confused when she saw that his father had no reaction.

Then who is this Xiuqing?

If she hadn't personally picked up this note from the leg of the chair where her father was sitting, she would never have imagined that this person could have anything to do with her family.

"It's okay, it's okay, I just asked casually."

She was very thoughtful, but her father didn't know, so asking was in vain. Now that she asked, her father knew, but didn't tell, which proved that he didn't want to tell, just to hide it from this person.

It would be better to find someone else to inquire about her.

Li Pingwang went to the market to watch a play. Xiuqing was a person who had been buried in his memory for almost 40 years. He took a small stool and looked under the stage. He looked at the opera sung above and stared blankly, thinking early. Just flew to the past.

As Li Hongxia walked back, she thought, who should she ask for information?

Ask someone from the older generation in the village to inquire. If this Xiuqing has any undisclosed relationship with her family, it will be a bad thing if you ask.

Then who?

Li Hongyan's eyes widened, then she would go find her mother.

The Zhaojiacun temple fair ended with lively singing for three days.

Li Hongyan had almost finished the important work in the field, and left Zhao Faliang to do the rest, while she went to find her mother, Chen Xiaoying.

Chen Xiaoying now doesn't have to worry about everything, and can spend all her free time taking care of her grandchildren's studies.

She doesn't have to worry about her eldest granddaughter, Li Yutong, going to college. Her second granddaughter, Li Yuhan, lives on campus in her first year of high school. She can only ask about her studies during the holidays.

The third granddaughter Li Yujie, the only grandson Li Chaochao, and the youngest granddaughter Li Yumeng.

They are all the people she wants to keep an eye on.

When Li Hongyan came, she discovered that her mother had bought another house after not seeing her for a few days.

She found the address and knocked on the door.

It was her third granddaughter Li Yujie who opened the door for her.

"Auntie." Ever since she was young, Li Hongyan, as her aunt, treated Li Yujie's nieces and nephews according to customs. When she needed to be an aunt to give her some cotton-padded clothes, she would not listen to the facts and try to win them over. The brothers only bought some things, and the rest of the time, they didn't even see a dime.

Li Yujie was also mentioned by Li Hongyan.

She said it to her father Li Hongqiang:

"Jiejie is too introverted and doesn't like to talk. Can anyone play with her at school?"

"Little girl, don't be too rigid. Be more thoughtful and learn how to talk sweetly, and others will like you."

Once, her mother asked her father, Li Hongqiang, for tuition fees for the next semester, and her aunt happened to come to her father to borrow money.

She still remembers what she said.