I'm going to become rich after being dressed as a five-year-old woman

The house was built. Although it was not a blue brick house, it was a new house after all. Zhao Qiqi also planned to go to Zhaojia Village, after all, they were relatives of his original body.

The original body's mother was rather weak, and everything was decided by the original body's father. She had no opinions or say of her own, but she was pretty good to the original body.

It’s just that due to some things in the past, the original body had little contact with them, but now for such a big event, I have to invite them openly. As for whether to come or not, it is up to them to decide.

After a few days, Zhao Qiqi prepared some gifts and took Dashuan to Zhaojia Village.

The two arrived at Zhao's house. Zhao's mother was cooking. When she saw Zhao Qiqi, she burst into tears of excitement. Zhao Qiqi's father sat in the main room with a dark face, not saying a word.

Sure enough, it was just as the impression in her mind. He sat there with a stern face, gloomy and unhappy, as if he would feel disgusted if he looked at Zhao Qiqi for even a second.

"Dad, I'm back." Zhao Qiqi still greeted him bravely. She felt even more awkward and embarrassed than when she didn't know how to greet her relatives when she went home for the New Year.

With just a slight "hmm", Zhao's father responded to her. It was as if they were not father and daughter, but enemies with a deep hatred.

This old man is really biased. In my memory, daughters are born to work, and when they grow up, they marry and get a dowry to supplement the family expenses of their sons. So from childhood to adulthood, I worked the most, but ate the worst, and I had a natural fear and awe of this father.

Whenever she was in such a desperate situation that she had to go back to her parents' home, she would stay awkwardly in the house, waiting for Zhao's father to go out on his own, and then she would beg Zhao's mother to give her something to take back.

Zhao's mother quickly pulled her into the house and asked about her well-being. Zhao Qiqi's father looked at this scene and became more and more annoyed, so he stood up and walked out.

He left a message: "Don't stay too long. It's not early yet. Go back early."

Zhao Qiqi knew that her father was worried that she was going back to her parents' home to get something again, and he was unhappy. It was also because of this that the original body went back to her parents' home less and less frequently.

Zhao Qiqi's mother held her hand and talked about trivial matters at home. Zhao Qiqi listened absent-mindedly. She looked around and found that although the house was shabby, it was still clean and tidy.

Seeing that Zhao Qiqi didn't say anything for a long while, Zhao's mother spoke awkwardly: "Qiqi, you know that the harvest this year is not good, so there is not much food at home this year. Your father knows all these numbers clearly, and mother dare not use them to help you."

It turned out that Zhao's mother thought that Zhao Qiqi came here to ask for something, so she looked embarrassed. What she had said before for so long was just a prelude. She had explicitly and implicitly indicated that there was nothing left at home to give her. Seeing that Zhao Qiqi didn't say anything, she finally said it directly.

"Mom, is the meal ready?"

Zhao Qiqi recognized the voice. It was the idle elder brother in her impression. His son was already of marriageable age, but he still relied on his parents for food.

Mother Zhao was a little scared and thought it was father Zhao.

Before he realized that it was his eldest son who came back, Zhao Licheng's voice stopped.

Then there was the sound of rummaging through things: "Hey, who is so generous as to buy several kilograms of white flour and brown sugar?"

Zhao's mother was a little surprised and didn't know how Zhao Qiqi suddenly became so rich.

She had not seen the things her daughter brought back, mainly because she had no expectations. After Zhao Qiqi's family was separated, life was not very good, and she often had to go back to her parents' home to ask for help, so her relationship with her parents' home became increasingly strained.

Father Zhao still felt that she was the one who killed her husband, so he disliked her even more.

When he saw her come back, he went out to find his friends without being bothered.

Zhao Licheng's voice was getting closer. When he saw her, he smiled and said, "Did my sister buy it?"

But then his eyes were fixed on Zhao's mother again: "Mom, could it be that your sister asked you to buy those things?" His eyes were fixed on Zhao's mother, demanding an explanation.

These words were all very clear, and it was almost as if he was asking Zhao Qiqi directly whether he had come to ask for money again.

Mother Zhao looked a little flustered: "Of course not." She was afraid of being misunderstood by her eldest son.

“Your sister brought these.

While Zhao's mother was talking, she started to boil water and steam rice. After the dishes were cooked, they could eat. Although she couldn't give her daughter anything, she could at least let her and her grandson eat well.

Zhao Licheng's face showed some disbelief, but also some calculation: "Oh, sister, have you found a good job recently? Will you bring anything back?"

His words were still sarcastic, but also contained a hint of curiosity.

Zhao Qiqi really regretted coming: "Didn't Big Brother say you were hungry? As soon as you said you were hungry, Mom didn't even bother to greet me and was in a hurry to cook for you."

After dinner, Zhao's mother talked to her for a long time. Zhao Licheng, who was always impatient, actually waited by the side to listen to them.

He was very curious about what had happened to his sister. Not only did she seem to be living a better life, but her personality had also changed a lot.