There is Room For Abandoned Women In the 1980s

Zheng Maoshan's wife stood outside Zheng Xinyue's house and did not dare to enter rashly. Now she was afraid of Zheng Dakui's family from the bottom of her heart, and she no longer dared to be as arrogant as before.

"Grandma."

Li Xiuli went out to open the door and was startled when she saw that she called someone to say hello.

"Is your father-in-law at home?"

Zheng Maoshan's wife asked Li Xiuli in a low voice. She looked very tired, with a pale face, thick dark circles under her eyes, and her voice was weak when she spoke.

"He's at home!"

Li Xiuli made way for her, and Zheng Maoshan's wife stepped into the yard. Zheng Dashan followed behind her, and Li Xiuli nodded to him as a greeting.

"Hey, old aunt, is that the gust of wind that brought you here? Are you here to raise an army to punish me?"

Gao Guilan came out of the east room and blocked the door, asking her sarcastically.

Zheng Maoshan's wife's eyes flashed with sadness, and she suddenly felt physically and mentally exhausted. The two families used to have a good relationship, but now they are like enemies because of Zheng Cuixiang.

Seeing her so lonely and sad, Gao Guilan frowned and did not bother her, making way for her to enter the house.

"Auntie, sit down."

Zheng Dakui now has a very complicated mood when facing this old aunt. The old uncle used to take care of his family, but Zheng Cuixiang also did harm to his family. No matter what, the two families will never be able to return to their past.

"Brother.

Zheng Dashan shouted, and Zheng Dakui took a look at his cousin. He was still doing well. His tense expression softened a lot. He patted the edge of the kang and shouted outside the house:

"Da Shan, take a seat. The second wife will bring you two more sets of bowls and chopsticks."

"I'm not going to sit down anymore. I'm here to discuss something with you."

Zheng Dashan waved his hands hurriedly, but Gao Guilan already had a sullen face. He didn't dare to carry her family's rice bowl, grab the rations, talk things over, and then leave.

"Oh, what's the matter?"

Zheng Dakui was sitting cross-legged on the kang. The sunlight shone in from the window, making his whole figure seem to be bathed in light, and his eyes looked much gentler.

Zheng Xinyue looked at the old woman and the old uncle curiously, guessing their purpose of coming.

There was such a big fuss last night and Zheng Cuixiang is now notorious, probably because of her.

"Dakui, I'm here to ask you something!"

Zheng Maoshan's wife used the word "begging" to speak to Zheng Dakui for the first time. Zheng Dakui suddenly felt very uncomfortable. He sat up straight and stared at her:

"Auntie, we are all relatives. If you need something, just give me orders, don't ask for help."

Zheng Maoshan's daughter-in-law looked at Zheng Dakui with mixed feelings. She didn't know how good he was before. She only felt that their family relied on their own family to make a living and that they had taken Zheng Maoshan's position as captain.

But now that I think about it, Zheng Maoshan is sick, so he will definitely not be able to become the captain. Dashan is introverted and honest, and cannot suppress the village members at all. Even if he becomes the captain, he will be exhausted.

Therefore, it was not Zheng Dakui who stole the position of captain at all, but his own ability. Look at how vigorous the fifth team is under his leadership. The other teams all starved to death. It was because of the captain's patronage. My own mission is whether everyone is hungry or not.

He is different. He is strict on the surface but loose behind the scenes, allowing every family to steal some food so as not to starve to death. This is stronger than Zheng Maoshan's pedantic character.

Li Xiuli brought the bowl and chopsticks and put them on the table. She glanced at her sullen mother-in-law and guessed that the bowl and chopsticks were for nothing.

The air in the room was a little depressing. When Zheng Maoshan's wife came in with trembling lips, what she wanted to say was on her lips, but it was difficult to say it out.

Thinking of the daughter she had held in her hand for eighteen years, her heart was as sharp as a knife.

"Auntie, what's going on? You stopped mid-sentence. Why are you so appetizing?"