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Chapter 147 A large family that freeloads
The hallway fell silent.

Sister Wang spat and said that An Min's good nature was what made her even more outrageous.

Sister Wang's husband helped Anmin pick up the scattered items.

Sister Wang, holding the bag with the broken strap, said with heartache, "Oh dear, the strap is completely broken, it can't be repaired. This old lady, what a terrible thing!"

Anmin accepted the gifts and sincerely thanked Sister Wang and her husband.

"Brother Wang, Sister Wang, thank you so much. If you hadn't come in time, I really don't know what else she might have done."

"Don't thank me, we shouldn't tolerate this kind of person!"

Sister Wang waved her hand: "If she dares to come again, just shout from the window, and we'll come up when we hear you!"

"Yes, just say what you need."

Ms. Wang's husband nodded in agreement: "These kinds of people bully the weak and fear the strong. The softer you are, the more aggressive they become. You have to be firm."

The neighbors offered a few words of comfort to Anmin before going home.

Anmin closed the door, leaned against it, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Her back still hurt a little from the impact. She looked down at the completely ruined bag in her hand, her eyes turning cold.

This Zhao Caihua is truly an unyielding and stubborn person.

But did she think that was the end of it?

Anmin walked to the window, lifted a corner of the curtain, and looked down.

Sure enough, at the far end of the alley, the short, stout figure was still lingering there, peering this way with treacherous intent.

An Min lowered the curtains, a cold smile playing on her lips.

So you're refusing to leave, huh?

Okay, let's see who can outlast whom.

She needed to think of a way to use the space to give this uninvited second aunt a special Beijing product that she would never forget.

She carefully took out the manuscript paper and pen from her bag and checked them. Fortunately, they were not broken and the manuscript paper was not dirty.

As for that bag... Anmin disdainfully tossed it into a corner.

Oh well, out with the old, in with the new. I happen to have a similar style in my storage space, I'll take it out and use it later.

She carefully collected the scattered money and food coupons, pondering what delicious food to prepare for the children at noon.

As for Zhao Caihua, who was still peeking out from outside, we'll deal with whatever comes our way.

Her soft knife, Anmin, hasn't been drawn yet.

When Liang Yi returned home that evening, An Min told him what had happened, and Liang Yi nodded to indicate that he understood.

Zhao Caihua still has a backup plan. Now that she knows she has money, she won't let this go easily.

"Don't worry, I have a way to deal with it."

Anmin leaned closer and whispered something.

"You focus on your work, let me handle her."

This time, Zhao Caihua won't be able to leave without suffering a severe beating.

……

Zhao Caihua paced around the alleyway like an ant on a hot pan for most of the day.

She not only failed to get fifty yuan, but also became the laughingstock of her neighbors, making her blush with embarrassment.

She's human too, of course she has a sense of shame.

But to go back like this, not only would I have spent the travel expenses, but I also couldn't swallow my pride!

"No way, I can't have come all this way for nothing."

She stomped her foot, her eyes darting around.

It seems that throwing a tantrum won't work anymore. Liang Yi has become tougher now, and An Min's wife is even more of a soft knife, slippery and hard to handle.

She needs to find help.

She immediately ran to the post office, gritted her teeth, and spent two cents to send an urgent telegram back home.

After sending the telegram, Zhao Caihua felt half at ease.

Her husband, Li Laonian, may look listless, but he's actually full of wicked schemes and is more cunning than anyone else.

His son, Li Deyang, was even more burly and lazy, a real troublemaker in the village. With these two around, let's see if Liang Yi and An Min still dare to be so arrogant.

At that point, it won't be something that can be settled for fifty yuan.

They won't leave without taking a few large bills.

Zhao Caihua found the cheapest bathhouse and stayed there for two nights.

On the third day, right at the train station exit, she met her husband, Li Laonian'er, and son, Li Deyang, who had rushed over from their journey.

Old Li was thin and listless, wearing a faded old jacket, and his small eyes revealed a shrewd, mercenary nature.

Li Deyang, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. In his early twenties, he was burly and had a fleshy face. He carried a tattered sack on his back, yawned, and looked impatient.

"How's it going? Did you get the money?"

Old Li asked abruptly, his small eyes scanning Zhao Caihua, trying to find where the money was hidden.

"What the hell!"

Zhao Caihua's unwilling accusation.

"That Liang Yi is a heartless bastard, and his wife, though she looks gentle and quiet, is incredibly vicious. They teamed up with the neighbors to kick me out and almost sent me to the police station!"

"My God, I've completely lost face!"

"What? You dare treat me like this?"

Upon hearing this, Li Deyang's eyes widened like a bull's: "They've gone too far! Mom, lead the way, I'll smash their door!"

He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his muscular arms.

"Reckless!"

Old Li gave a stern rebuke, his small eyes narrowing.

"This is Beijing, not our village. You want to loot and vandalize? Do you want to go to jail?"

"Besides, Liang Yi is a soldier. Do you think you can beat him?"

He stroked the few sparse hairs on his chin and said in a sinister tone, "If force doesn't work, we'll try a softer approach. They have some sense of shame, don't they? Let's make them lose all face!"

"Let's go, let's check out the place and see what's going on."

The family of three stormed into the tenement building again, full of bravado.

This time, Zhao Caihua knew the way well and knocked directly on Liang Yi's door.

Liang Yi opened the door, and his face turned cold when he saw the three people outside.

An Min stood behind him, her eyes calm and unwavering, as if she had expected this.

"Nephew! Your second aunt's husband and your cousin from Deyang have come to see you!"

Zhao Caihua had a loud voice, deliberately making sure everyone in the hallway could hear her.

Old Li immediately forced out a warm, fawning smile.

"Oh my, Liang Yi, you've really made something of yourself! Look at this house, how magnificent! Your parents in heaven must be overjoyed!"

As he spoke, he skillfully squeezed into the room, his eyes darting around.

Li Deyang followed him in swaggeringly and plopped down on the only small sofa in the room, which creaked under the weight.

He crossed his legs, looked at An Min with a sticky, undisguised gaze.

Liang Yi's face darkened, and his voice was cold and hard: "Who sent you? You are not welcome in our home."

"Oh dear, nephew, what are you saying!"

Old Li waved his hand listlessly, looking earnest and serious.

“We’re all family, blood is thicker than water. Your second aunt was being unreasonable and offended your wife yesterday. I apologize on her behalf. We’re all related by blood. Now that you’re successful, it’s only right that you help out your poor relatives.”

He sighed and began to complain.

"You've seen Deyang, he's getting on in years and it's time to find him a wife. But we're poor, we can't afford the bride price, and no good girl wants to marry him."

You, as the older cousin, are a high-ranking official in the capital. A little bit of money slipping through your fingers is enough for your younger cousin to get married.

"I don't need much, just one hundred yuan. Consider it a loan from my second aunt's husband. We'll pay him back after we sell the grain in the fall!"

Good heavens, Zhao Caihua asked for fifty, but Li Laonian just asked for a hundred!
An Min almost laughed out of anger. She took a step forward, blocking Li Laonian'er's way, with a distant smile on her face.

"Second Uncle, the way you're saying that makes it sound like we owe you something."