dmims Chapter 131 If you don't have the ability, then shut your stinking mouth.
Chapter 131 If you don't have the ability, then shut your stinking mouth.
Because of Liu Chunhua's affair, Liu Baoguo harbored resentment towards Qin Rushan.
If he had married his daughter back then, she wouldn't be in this situation today, and wouldn't have done something like being caught cheating by the whole village.
Now look what's happened! My daughter has been branded a slut and has to marry that scoundrel. Her life is ruined.
Ultimately, Qin Rushan looked down on him, the Party Secretary, and on his daughter.
Liu Baoguo also wanted to see Qin Rushan fall, but with witnesses and physical evidence, he couldn't bring himself to lie. Otherwise, his tenure as Party Secretary would be over.
Everyone knew that Qin Rushan had a large sum of demobilization pay, and they also knew about his business of reselling goods in sports cars.
He threw the receipt at Zhao Cuifen's face, his face turning red with anger.
"Qin Dashan earned his reputation in the army; that money was earned with his life! And you, you're all talk and no action, unable to even save a penny, spewing nonsense here! Do you even know what crimes it is to damage military family property and falsely accuse a demobilized soldier?"
Zhao Cuifen is now truly paralyzed.
Looking at the bright red receipt, she felt dizzy and disoriented.
The villagers who had followed her in immediately switched sides when they saw the winds had turned against them.
"I knew it! This young man from Dashan looks promising; his money must have come from a legitimate source."
"Zhao Cuifen is obsessed with money. She can't stand seeing her former daughter-in-law doing well. She's so heartless!"
"Exactly, he deserved to be lectured by the Party Secretary!"
Zhao Cuifen sat on the ground, looking at the disgusted faces and then at Qin Rushan's murderous eyes. The resentment in her heart was finally completely overwhelmed by fear.
She tried to pick up the hoe, trembling, but Li Xianglian stepped on the hoe handle.
"Aunt Zhao, are you leaving already?"
Li Xianglian looked down at her, still holding the torn vest in her hand.
"This red vest was bought by Brother Shan at the department store for 2.8 yuan, not even including the industrial coupons. You destroyed it, shouldn't you pay for it?"
"Huh? Two dollars and eighty cents?"
Zhao Cuifen's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "This tiny piece of cloth, no bigger than the palm of your hand, costs two yuan and eighty cents? Are you trying to rob us?!"
Two yuan and eighty cents could buy several kilograms of pork these days.
"Secretary, listen to this, she's trying to renege on her debt."
Li Xianglian didn't waste any words and looked directly at Liu Baoguo, "If she doesn't compensate, I'll go to the police station to report it. Anyway, the fingernail marks on the clothes are still there, and everyone can see that she scratched them."
Liu Baoguo just wanted to quell the situation as soon as possible, and glared at Zhao Cuifen.
"Pay up! You absolutely have to pay! Not only do you have to pay for the clothes, but you also have to apologize to Dashan and his wife in public! Zhao Cuifen, if you dare to cause trouble again, your family's share of the profits will increase by another 10% at the end of the year!"
This method is the most effective. Now that production is distributed to individual households, each family hands over grain to the brigade at the end of the year, and those without grain are compensated with money.
When Zhao Cuifen heard that her pay would be deducted, her heart trembled with heartache.
She shakily pulled a handkerchief from the inner pocket of her bosom, inside which was a thick and thin wad of small bills. It was her savings for her funeral.
She counted the small bills one by one, her fingers trembling. Every penny she counted felt like a piece of her flesh being cut off.
"These two... these two dollars and eighty cents, here you go!"
Zhao Cuifen threw a pile of loose change on the ground, her eyes filled with hatred that could have burned Li Xianglian to ashes.
Li Xianglian slowly bent down to pick up the money, folded it neatly one by one, and stuffed it into her pocket in front of everyone.
"What about an apology?"
Qin Rushan coldly uttered two words, his imposing aura making Zhao Cuifen almost unable to breathe.
Zhao Cuifen gritted her teeth, lowered her head, and spoke in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz in front of the whole village.
"I'm sorry, I was just talking nonsense."
After saying that, she grabbed a hoe and scrambled out of the Qin family's courtyard, followed by a burst of laughter.
As the farce subsided, the villagers left in twos and threes. Before leaving, their eyes as they looked at Qin Rushan and Li Xianglian were no longer filled with suspicion, but with genuine envy and fawning.
Those who can afford to buy a house in the county town are destined for great success in the future.
As they walked, everyone kept glancing back at the Qin family's courtyard, their whispers barely audible.
"That Qin Laosan is really something. Although speculation and profiteering are not being cracked down on as strictly as before, it's still a life-or-death business, and he still managed to carve out a path for himself."
"Shh! Keep your voice down. What speculation? That's promoting economic growth! Didn't you see they all have proper receipts?"
Li Dazui lagged behind, holding a handful of sunflower seeds. He felt a pang of jealousy after seeing Qin Rushan's domineering way of protecting his wife, and he just couldn't swallow it.
Her husband only knows how to work in the fields all day long; he's not as good at making money as Qin Rushan, nor does he have the resources that Qin Rushan has while he's at bedtime.
Her family was also struggling financially, and now, upon hearing that this divorced woman, Li Xianglian, had married a destitute man whom the whole village looked down upon, who turned out to be a hidden millionaire, she was filled with envy.
She glanced sideways at Wang Qiao, who was still lingering at the Qin family's door and refused to leave, and spat the sunflower seed shells on the ground: "Pah! What's so great about her? She just got lucky and hooked up with a scoundrel who's willing to risk his life, huh? Look at her smugness, her tail is practically wagging in the air, isn't she afraid of falling to her death?"
He spoke quite loudly, specifically to Wang Qiao.
Hmph! This Wang Qiao, she's always gossiping with everyone, and now that she sees Li Xianglian married well, she's starting to fawn over her too. She's no good either.
Wang Qiao was happy for Qin Rushan and his wife when she heard this, and her anger flared up immediately.
She tucked the empty basket under her armpit, turned around, and scrutinized Li Dazui from head to toe with her slanted eyes.
"Oh my, who do we have here? It's none other than Big Mouth Sister-in-law, the one in our village who loves vinegar the most!"
Wang Qiao raised her voice eight octaves, as if afraid others wouldn't hear her, "What's wrong? You can't stand it because Xianglian is going to the city to enjoy life? Your husband is so honest, you can't get a word out of him, but he hasn't even bought you a two-yuan-and-eight-yuan red vest!"
"You!" Li Dazui was choked and her face turned red. Her husband was notoriously stingy and had never bought her anything. Now, being publicly humiliated by Wang Qiao, she felt embarrassed.
"What the hell are you talking about!"
Wang Qiao took a step forward, spitting rapidly, "Qin Dashan earns his money through his own abilities, and he truly loves his wife! If you're so capable, why don't you get your man to earn a detached house too? If you don't have that ability, shut your stinking mouth and stop spewing nonsense! Take a look at yourself in the mirror!"
Li Dazui was no match for Wang Qiao's machine-gun-like tongue. He stomped his feet in anger, glared at Wang Qiao fiercely, and slunk away with his big buttocks swaying.
Wang Qiao spat at her retreating figure, then, feeling refreshed, slung her basket over her shoulder and hummed a little tune as she walked away.
In the Qin family courtyard.
Li Xianglian held the red vest that Zhao Cuifen had torn open in her hands, her brows furrowed into a deep frown.
The brand-new Dacron fabric felt smooth to the touch, but now the tear looks like a gaping mouth, as if it wasn't torn on the clothes, but on her body.
"This is Dacron fabric..." Li Xianglian rubbed the broken thread with her fingertips, her tone full of regret, "It can still be worn after being patched up, but this thread on the chest looks ugly."
A large hand reached out and snatched the tattered vest directly from her hand.