As Mrs. Huang walked, she thought: Why did Lao Wu sprain his foot in the greenhouse this morning and is still there now? How did his son know? There must be some fraud in this.
Mrs. Huang followed Wu Congcong straight into the greenhouse and saw Old Wu sitting on a wooden bench with his head hanging down, holding his left leg and ankle with both hands and screaming in pain one after another.
As soon as Mrs. Huang approached Lao Wu, she saw that the red and swollen area still smelled of alcohol. She became more and more suspicious that Lao Wu had sprained his foot while working in the greenhouse, so she said to Wu Congcong, "Your father doesn't look like that." I sprained my foot this morning, and I can still smell the smell of alcohol. Did I sprain my ankle at your house last night? It seems to have been dipped in white wine and rubbed.
Mrs. Huang also sneered, "Even if your foot was sprained while working in my greenhouse this morning, you wouldn't have been able to get some white wine from home to dip it in and rub your father's foot so quickly." Let’s not talk about the medical expenses. I won’t pay a drop of money. Your father didn't sprain his foot here at all. He pointed at Wu Congcong and said, you actually carried your father, who had sprained his foot at home, into my vegetable greenhouse to frame him, didn't you?
Wu Congcong felt that he was really self-defeating by doing this, and he couldn't answer it right for a while.
But Lao Wu snarled at Mrs. Huang, "I got my ankle sprained while working here. You have to pay some money for my treatment, or I'll find your man."
The reason why Lao Wu said this was because he believed that he had mastered the private relationship between the hostess and the yellow-haired man. He tried to threaten her by telling the truth about what he had observed, but he finally held back because it was not time to pinch her weakness.
Don't say, you can even file a complaint with the county magistrate if you want to find my man. Mrs. Huang snorted and walked away.
A few days later, Mrs. Huang's husband Wang Jiamu returned home and found a bouquet of roses in a large vase in the bedroom, as red as fire. He suddenly thought that when he was staying at the Jiangbei Hotel, he saw a man giving a girl this kind of rose. Could it be that this bouquet of roses at home is also...
He was looking intently at the bouquet of roses when his wife approached him and lied, "Jiamu, I went to Jiangnan City a few days ago. I bought them from the flower market and put them in a vase to add color to the family. Do you like it?" dislike?
Wang Jiamu said, Wang Huiyun, these are roses. Men usually buy them for women. How can you buy them yourself?
If I don’t buy them myself, who will buy these flowers for me? You are rigid and have no sentimentality at all. Will you buy me roses? His wife used the topic to play off the topic, but instead used words of blame to calm Wang Jiamu.
Wang Jiamu said, we are an old couple who have been married for many years, why are we still so rare for this kind of romance?
I said you have no mood! It would be a loss if I lived with you. The wife remembered that Ma Huangmao was much more masculine than her husband, and she disliked him in her heart, so she spoke to him in a bad tone.
Wang Jiamu endured it and dared to leave home for many days and come back. His wife should be very enthusiastic, but for some reason, she became alienated. He couldn't stand that kind of cowardice, so he contradicted her, "Wang Huiyun, I am running the market outside, opening up sales for vegetables and making money, so that you can live a comfortable life at home. How can you say that you are losing money by living with me?" Do you have any conscience in what you say?
I'm upset. The wife took out a piece of paper from her body and said seriously, "Wang Jiamu, don't call me Wang Huiyun from now on. My surname is not Wang, my surname is Huang."
What did you say? Wang Jiamu looked at her inexplicably and asked.
The wife unfolded the note and showed Wang Jiamu the birth time and the word "yellow" written on it. She also told Wang Jiamu what the mother had said a few days ago, and Wang Jiamu believed it. In fact, he had long heard the master said that he was his biological child and his wife was adopted, but he never mentioned this topic.
Now that she knew it, Wang Jiamu simply followed her words, and I will call you Huang Huiyun from now on. No matter what your name is, you are not my wife, so why don’t you become someone else’s wife?
Huang Huiyun smiled dullly, then gritted her teeth. I thought to myself: I am no longer your wife. Although I am still your wife in name, my heart or my soul has been taken away by Ma Huangmao. What will you do to me?
Wang Jiamu looked at Huang Huiyun, who was holding the note in her hand, with a complicated expression on her face. She was stunned for a while without speaking, and then asked her, are you arguing with me over this matter?
So what? So what if it’s not? Huang Huiyun said this and wanted to continue to make things difficult for her husband. Suddenly I heard someone shouting at the gate, Boss Wang, you are back, I have something to do with you!
Huang Huiyun looked back and saw that it was none other than Wu Congcong, who said that his father had sprained his foot while working in the greenhouse vegetable field. Thinking that he was looking for trouble, he walked out of the bedroom and said angrily, Wu Congcong, you don't have to look for him. Your dad's ankle is sprained and it has nothing to do with us.
Sister-in-law Huang, I am not kidding you. I want to talk to Boss Wang. He is a sensible person. Wu Congcong said in a tone of derogation and praise.
what's going on? Wang Jiamu walked to the main room in a few steps and asked Wu Congcong to come in and speak slowly.
But before he opened his mouth, Huang Huiyun shouted to suppress his voice. After giving sufficient reasons, she only said one sentence: The matter of Lao Wu's sprained foot has nothing to do with our family.
Wang Jiamu told his wife to shut up and asked Wu Congcong to say it. Wu Congcong knew that he could not talk to her because he had no reason to say anything to her, so he just said less. He only took out two notes and handed them to Wang Jiamu, "Boss Wang, my dad works here. You sprained your foot, but your wife doesn't admit it. Now, regardless of whether you admit it or not, my dad works in the vegetable field in your greenhouse, right?
Wang Jiamu nodded while reading the two notes. Wu Congcong continued, since he is working here and sprained his ankle, from a moral perspective, even if you, Boss Wang, lend a helping hand, you should help my dad with some medical expenses. !
Wang Jiamu read two slips of paper. One was for a plaster for stimulating muscles and activating blood circulation, which was issued by a nearby Qizhuang practitioner. It cost 50 cents. The other was for a suction tube that was issued by a doctor in Majiawan, which was a little further away. It cost 80 cents. Both items were charged. A total of 130 coins.
He returned the two notes to Wu Congcong and said, I am so embarrassed by your request. Your father works here, and I pay all the wages that should be paid, but I cannot pay the money that should not be paid. As for asking me to redress Give me a helping hand. At present, I haven’t learned enough about benevolence, justice and morality, and I haven’t reached that level of consciousness yet. Seeing that her husband agreed with her, Huang Huiyun, who was standing next to her, stopped talking.
Wu Congcong refused to give up and threatened, "If you shirk this responsibility, I will write a petition to sue you."
In fact, even if you write a paper petition, you may not be able to win the lawsuit. Even if you can win the lawsuit, you will have to spend a lot of money to pay bribes. But how much money does Wu Congcong's family have to pay bribes? Wu Congcong knew there was no hope, so he wanted to take other ways to teach him a lesson. When he left here, he said to the couple, just wait and see!
Pooh! What are you kidding about? Wang Jiamu didn't care about Wu Congcong at all. He often went to the market and was considered a wanderer. He was not surprised by this kind of thing.
At this time, he walked around the main room a few times with his hands behind his back, and then went to the inner room. Suddenly he found a big straw hat on the wooden cabinet by the wall, and asked Huang Huiyun, whose hat it belonged to?
Huang Huiyun felt nervous. Of course she knew it belonged to Ma Huangmao, but she couldn't tell the truth. She made up a lie and said it belonged to Lao Wu. He was thirsty and came to our house to drink water a few days ago and dropped his straw hat here. Wang Jiamu didn't think much and asked, has Lao Wu's wages been paid?
This month is not over yet and has not been paid. Huang Huiyun said, walked into the inner room, tied up her apron and cooked rice.
After a while, she heard a "bang-dong" sound in the bedroom. She thought something had broken. She ran over from the kitchen to take a look. It turned out that Wang Jiamu had somehow dropped the large vase on the cabinet and broke it. .
The water used to grow the flowers flowed across the ground, and the rose branches were scattered on the ground. However, Wang Jiamu picked up a rose and explained awkwardly to Huang Huiyun, who was staring at him gloomily. I just drew it from the vase. I came out with a rose and wanted to smell it, but I accidentally tripped over the vase... There was nothing I could do about it. I will go to Jiangbei in a few days to buy another vase.
I don’t want you to buy it. Huang Huiyun was angry. She kicked a piece of the vase and it flew up and hit the wall, making another sharp crackling sound.
Then she stretched out her hand and grabbed the rose that Wang Jiamu was holding, then bent down to pick up a few roses scattered on the ground and put them together into a bunch. Then she pointed at Wang Jiamu and said, "Don't move from now on." My mother's stuff.
Obviously, she was not just angry because of the broken vase. She was mainly angry when she saw the bouquet of roses fell to the ground and was separated by Wang Jiamu. This made her feel that it was an unlucky omen. That bouquet of roses was given to her by Ma Huangmao, who had been thinking about her all the time. How could she not take good care of it and let it break like a vase holding a love for her?
