Back to the 70s: My Childhood Sweetheart Spoils Me Rotten
Chapter 157 Start Beating

Chapter 157: Chapter 157 Start Beating

Zhang Lan had no idea that the telegram she sent back would be treated in such a manner.

Zhang Lan spent her days waiting endlessly at Gong Tao’s home, but she never got the message she had hoped for, let alone the money.

"Taozi, go find out why there’s no news." Zhang Lan instinctively felt that even if Gong Qiang had no money, he would borrow it for his future.

But it’s been so long, and there’s still no news. Zhang Lan started to get anxious.

The key point is that the old man, Gong Dajiang, has been wandering around for days and made some progress. It’s said that someone has picked ginseng.

Although currently he’s chatting away with the other party to deepen their relationship, is any relationship as important as money?

In any case, they can’t reach an agreement only to find out there’s no money—now that would be embarrassing.

Gong Tao was really unwilling to go out, "The postman came by just this morning, but there was no telegram."

"If you want to go to the county town, you can talk to the brigade about it."

These days, food is becoming scarcer, and Gong Tao is reluctant to go out, which would only make him hungrier.

Moreover, borrowing a cart from the brigade depends on who goes to borrow it.

If Zhao Gang stepped up, the village wouldn’t have objections.

Gong Tao didn’t think he had that kind of influence, especially if it was about Gong Qiang, why sacrifice his face?

"The village’s carts and ox carts are village property, not mine personally. Borrowing frequently—won’t the village have opinions?" Even if the favor is owed by one’s family, it won’t be used for Gong Qiang.

"Mom, you can try borrowing a cart from the village." She just talks without considering the difficulty.

Refusing, outright refusing, Zhang Lan lost her temper, "Do sons like you even exist?"

"Unwilling to spend money."

"Unwilling to help your dad build relationships with others."

If Gong Tao did even one of these things, why wait for money from back home?

Getting angry at him? Gong Tao might have previously tried to explain himself multiple times, but now he didn’t bother. He turned and walked out of the house to chat with Zhao Gang.

He’d rather face Zhao Gang’s ridicule than his own mother’s widow-like face.

Anyway, Gong Tao knew that whenever he was absent, his wife would take care of Zhan Jing, and no matter how angry Zhang Lan got, she’d have to calm down.

Here, no one tolerated her temper as if everyone had to comply with her wishes?

Just left like that? Zhang Lan had really wanted to shame Gong Tao into picking one out of three paths and taking it. She never thought he’d choose to leave.

"Gong Tao, you little bastard, you son of a turtle..." Who was Zhang Lan? A master at scolding in the streets.

Before, Zhang Lan held her tongue in various ways, but now her anger was growing. The old man was out early and back late every day chatting with so-called ginseng pickers, leaving her all alone at home with only boredom.

Now, with Gong Tao being so rebellious, Zhang Lan simply couldn’t hold back, so she vented vigorously.

As Zhan Jing was resting in her room, she was startled by the curses from Zhang Lan next door, "Is she really Gong Tao’s mother?"

This is really favoritism gone too far, "And doesn’t she realize that by cursing Gong Tao, she’s also cursing herself?"

Really a person without much sense, but at least it explains why Gong Tao and his wife aren’t a match for her.

Actually, Zhang Lan’s skin hasn’t just been generally thick, but her unreasonable side is more intense.

Cai Meina had long felt Zhang Lan’s senselessness, but hadn’t seen her so out of control before; she must be truly furious this time, "Let her vent, not letting her vent will make her more ferocious later on."

Cai Meina wasn’t concerned about Zhang Lan scolding people; she herself hadn’t skimped on lecturing Zhang Lan often, though Ni Zi and the others were still young, hearing such indecent language wasn’t good for them.

Zhang Lan found her mood improving the more she cursed, feeling as though she vented a rage, drank some water, and continued aiming her tirades; she simply couldn’t believe Gong Tao could withstand this.

While Zhang Lan was enthusiastically cursing in her room, outside in the courtyard stood Gong Dajiang. His expression was as foul as it could get.

Yet Zhao Gang acted as though he hadn’t seen anything. He tugged at Gong Dajiang’s sleeve, "Uncle Gong, what’s going on with Aunt Zhang?"

"If this were Gong Tao’s room, I wouldn’t mind, but it’s my place currently, and my wife is pregnant—Aunt Zhang really isn’t doing the right thing here."

"Initially, my wife was pregnant with twins, the situation wasn’t great, and now Aunt Zhang is making such a fuss; you tell me, is it okay?"

"Also, Aunt Zhang’s curses are really harsh. Doesn’t she consider who Gong Tao is to her?"

Humph, a woman like this—it shouldn’t just be her own business. If it weren’t for the man failing to manage affairs well, would it be like this?

"Uncle Gong, if Aunt Zhang continues like this, I’ll have no choice but to drive you out."

"You already aren’t doing the right thing." Zhao Gang threatened.

What was the plan here? If Gong Tao had said something like that before, Gong Dajiang wouldn’t take it seriously, but Zhao Gang was different, they didn’t have the father-son bond.

With this in mind, Gong Dajiang bore a grudge against Zhao Gang, but first, he had to deal with Zhang Lan. This old woman really had lost her mind.

If you’re going to make a scene, consider the place, "Zhao Gang, don’t worry, I’ll give you an answer for this matter." Gong Dajiang knew unless they packed up and left, they absolutely had to behave with tails between their legs here.

"I’ll be waiting." Zhao Gang plainly didn’t believe it, "Don’t relapse in just a few days."

Zhao Gang had seen Zhang Lan act all fierce in front of Gong Dajiang plenty of times. How likely was it for someone who was often subdued by his wife to restrain Zhang Lan?

In a fit of rage, Gong Dajiang rushed into the room and landed a few slaps on the still-ranting Zhang Lan.

Zhang Lan was dumbfounded; she intended to stop when Gong Dajiang stormed in.

Zhang Lan knew that her old man disliked her using foul language, and she’d tried to control it over the years, but she hadn’t expected to slip up in the Northeast and let Gong Dajiang overhear, causing such a big reaction.

Zhang Lan was somewhat afraid of Gong Dajiang, though privately it was their own affair. Now surrounded by sons and grandchildren, they’d hear her getting reprimanded by Gong Dajiang—how would they view her in the future?

Naturally, Zhang Lan was absolutely dissatisfied and wanted to retaliate.

Zhang Lan reached out intending to retaliate but was swiftly intercepted by Gong Dajiang’s prepared hand, "Are you planning to hit me?"

Rather than reflecting on her mistakes, she was thinking about regaining ground—is this truly the wife he had thought she was?

"So what if I hit you." Generally having the upper hand in their private interactions, Zhang Lan wasn’t backing down despite suffering here.

Although they’d agreed in private that Gong Dajiang would be given face in public and Zhang Lan would have face in private, this time the injury ran deep.

"You actually hit me, you promised my parents back then that you wouldn’t bully me." Remembering her deceased parents while facing Gong Dajiang’s unfortunate hits today, she completely broke down in tears.

Zhang Lan simply burst into tears, leaving Gong Tao and the others astonished. At her age, someone who always cared about face suddenly started to cry, making even Gong Dajiang confused.

Though in her younger years, Zhang Lan often cried, but her tears back then were lovely, whereas now with all those wrinkles on her face, it was just utterly repulsive—yet she could still cry, which Gong Dajiang frankly couldn’t bear to look at.