Crossing 1992: Contracting a barren mountain and becoming a huge demolition household

Ye Xiaoxi looked at her grandmother's exhausted face and her mother who was still trying to pressure her with soft words, and said coldly, "Grandma never stopped me. It was me who didn't want to see you."

Although she was young when her father left, she could already remember everything.

My grandmother once begged this woman desperately, and she looked much more pitiful than this woman's pretentious attitude.

But was my grandmother asking for anything excessive? No, she just hoped that this woman would take her time and not give up on me so quickly after losing my father.

He also promised that as long as she waited another one or two years, he would give her half of the family savings as a dowry.

But what about this woman? If she doesn't want to, then forget it. No one will force her.

But she agreed verbally, but when her grandmother took her to see a doctor, she took all the money in the house and ran away.

Because the money was earned by my father through speculation and could not be used to make a living, my grandmother did not dare to make a big deal out of it and could only swallow the loss.

If Grandma hadn't been afraid of not having enough money to pay for the medical bills, and hadn't brought extra money with her when she left, and if the villagers hadn't been so noisy on a regular basis, but at critical moments, they still contributed their food and labor, she and Grandma probably wouldn't have survived that winter.

"You brought that man to my house right after the demolition. I clearly rejected you then, didn't I? How could you still have the nerve to come to my house?"

Zhao Ying looked at Ye Xiaoxi saying those hurtful words word by word, and felt a little confused for a moment.

She didn't have a deep impression of her daughter. She only vaguely remembered that Ye Xiaoxi was a well-behaved little rabbit when she was young. When they met last year, she was also timidly hiding behind her mother-in-law. How could she be so...

"Xiaoxi, am I your kiss?"

Zhao Ying looked at Ye Xiaoxi with tears in her eyes, trying to tame Ye Xiaoxi with the traditional Chinese theory of filial piety. People who didn't know the reason might think that Ye Xiaoxi was the ungrateful person who didn't respect her parents.

Ming Yuanyou's aunt spat loudly: "Bah! When you took away all the family money, why didn't you say that you were her biological mother? When you couldn't wait to remarry, why didn't you think about the fact that you were her biological mother? Now you come forward, don't you?"

They are all thousand-year-old foxes, why are they playing Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio?

Who can't see her little thoughts?

Although Ye Xiaoxi did not agree, the indifference and disgust clearly revealed in her eyes showed her position.

She leaned against her grandmother trustingly, with all the spikes on her body erected, guarding against the person in front of her who claimed to be her mother.

Before her father passed away, Ye Xiaoxi was indeed that well-behaved and sensible little girl. After her father passed away, Ye Xiaoxi was still that outwardly well-behaved and sensible little girl.

Because she knows that everyone likes good children.

My grandmother has always had a fierce personality and cannot pretend to be humble. Only if she continues to be sensible, will the villagers help support her and her grandmother out of pity for the weak.

She didn't mean to scheme anything, but she was just young and she sensed it instinctively. Only in this way could she be liked and protected by more people.

No one wants to be born sensible and tolerant. In the past, she was young and her only grandmother to rely on was old, so she could only be the well-behaved Ye Xiaoxi.

But now she has grown up, and she has seen many people around her who sincerely help her grandparents. People who are surrounded by love, when they have confidence, can also release their unpleasant side.

"Mom." Ye Xiaoxi called Zhao Ying affectionately, but her eyes were cold and cold, without even a hint of a smile on her face. "What do you want to do by taking me over? To enjoy the care of a mother's love?"

Zhao Ying opened her mouth to agree, but for some reason, the words she had prepared long ago felt like a lump in her throat when Ye Xiaoxi glanced at her with a light gaze.