Transmigration: On the Gossip Front-Chapter 1970 - 1971: Old Mrs. Zhang Reborn at 70 Remodels Her Ungrateful Children 2
Zhang Yu lay on the kang, listening to the commotion outside, yet there was indeed no movement.
Wei Dazhi woke up to find his old wife hadn’t gotten up, which was very strange, since it was quite lively outside.
"Old woman, old woman." Wei Dazhi thought maybe his wife was tired, after all, she handled everything inside and outside the house. Though the couple’s own matters weren’t many, they couldn’t handle having two sons, each with a son and a daughter, and the kids were quite young—truly exhausting.
And their daughter who was married off wasn’t far away, just in the row of big yards at the back. Due to the small space at her in-laws’ and many brothers, their daughter often brought her child back.
Thinking of his sons and daughter, Wei Dazhi felt downcast. They say daughters are their parents’ beloved little cotton jackets, but this daughter of his, sigh.
Wei Dazhi really didn’t feel his sons or daughter would be very filial. He’d mentioned it long ago; both sons were married and fathers now—why not split the family, save themselves the trouble, and the kids wouldn’t have so many complaints.
But every time he brought it up, his wife would dismiss it, saying the kids’ income wasn’t much, they had children, and if they could help out a bit, they should.
Since his wife said so, Wei Dazhi couldn’t do much else but go along.
Zhang Yu was actually already awake. Even though the original owner had left, she couldn’t escape the biological clock that had formed and woke at the given time—she had no choice.
Even though she was awake, she didn’t want to get up. As a typical Chinese parent, the original owner considered everything for them, helped wherever she could, but when the old man passed away, the pillar of the house fell, and after the kids swindled all the old lady’s money, who would want to care for a penniless, ill old lady.
They cursed her, hoping for her death, and the original owner truly died amidst cries—sigh, just thinking about it could make one feel the original owner’s unwillingness.
To force an old lady who’s considered everything for her children to make such a choice, one can only imagine how truly heartbroken she was.
Just right, Zhang Yu had never been someone who considered for the children. Previously being a virtuous wife and mother was due to the client’s wishes, having no choice but to comply.
Now that the former client hoped to live for herself, and let the old man live a bit longer, naturally, this money-losing old nanny would immediately resign on the spot.
Wei Jiang and Wei He heard the increasing noise outside, yet their house was silent—they were stunned. Usually, the old lady was up early to make breakfast for everyone, take care of the children, and help them wash up.
All they needed to do was take care of themselves—how come today the old lady made no movement, what’s going on?
They glanced at their watches, finding it was already 6:45 a.m., which really frightened them.
They usually left by 7:15 a.m., or else they’d be late.
Each hurriedly shook their wives awake, "Get up quickly! It’s already 6:45!"
What? Wei Jiang’s wife Feng Xia and Wei He’s wife Li Juan immediately jumped up in fright, "How come it’s so late, your mother didn’t wake anyone up?"
Both expressed dissatisfaction, especially Li Juan, who worked at the hospital cashier and took half an hour to commute—every minute was tight.
In a hurry, Wei Jiang and Wei He rushed out of their rooms, only to find Zhang Yu was nowhere in sight in the main room, nor was there steaming breakfast on the stove.
The two exchanged glances and hurried to the old couple’s door, "Mom, Mom, did you not make breakfast today?"
"Precisely, Mom, why didn’t you make breakfast? It’s almost too late!" Wei He complained, "Juanzi is going to be late for work!"
Listening to this, Zhang Yu got angry, "What’s this? Can’t I feel unwell and not want to make breakfast at times? Am I supposed to make you breakfast?"
"I’m telling you, from now on, you make your own breakfast."
"Really, you guys are driving me crazy. We must split the family." Zhang Yu declared angrily.
Hearing Zhang Yu’s words, Wei Jiang and Wei He were instantly delighted. They exchanged looks; both brothers had always wanted to split the family—they were fathers now, yet their combined income had to be handed over, leaving them with only five yuan each as pocket money.
Though the couple had ten yuan for pocket money together, their monthly income was at least forty or fifty, and expenditures hardly needed much.
Especially Wei He’s wife Li Juan liked to dress herself up, and a little shopping left her broke. Whenever the money ran out, she would nag at him, and Wei He certainly wanted to split the family, but the old lady hadn’t agreed.
Unexpectedly, their old lady had come around, making Wei He elated, but he dared not show it for fear she was joking and might change her mind about splitting later.
Wei Jiang and Wei He hurried back to their own rooms, "Wife, wife, Mom agreed to split the family."
Feng Xia and Li Juan’s first reaction was, "Really?"
Everyone knew that typically a family splits after the youngest son marries, but when it came to them, Wei He already had both a son and daughter, yet the old lady hadn’t relented to splitting—why now?
Wei Jiang and Wei He knew it seemed strange, but that wasn’t the point, "No matter, since Mom said to split the family, it must be done."
Previously, the old lady didn’t relent; now she has, so it’s a must.
Wei Dazhi, seeing his two sons return, asked, "Did you really decide to split the family? Don’t regret it and change your mind."
"Regret what? Each and every one." Zhang Yu knew why the original owner didn’t want to split the family, "The eldest’s wife keeps thinking of giving good things to her family’s younger brother."
"If I hadn’t kept a tight grip, who knows how much would’ve been moved back? The original owner feared once the family was split, this daughter-in-law would act even more brazenly. Since the old man feels splitting is good, then let’s split."
"Li Juan’s family didn’t need subsidies, but she loves to dress herself up and is loose-handed—sigh."
"Old man, I’ve been thinking a lot lately. We’re not having it easy—they don’t appreciate what we do."
"If that’s the case, we should take it easier too."
"Do you really think I enjoy doing chores for them? From now on, they cook for themselves." Indeed, some split families pay living expenses and continue dining with the old couple.
Zhang Yu wouldn’t go through that hassle, "From now on, they cook their meals, whether they save or spend lavishly—that’s their issue."
Wei Dazhi thought Zhang Yu would prefer them paying living expenses, "They’re busy, they..."
"They are both working, does that mean I’m supposed to?"
"Do you not notice, the good food at home—they eat it up swiftly, how much do you get?"
"Are you without a mouth, or am I without a mouth?"
"Each one of them is ’married the wife, forgot the mother,’ but we’re better off taking care of our health."
Wei Dazhi nodded, "Rest assured, my salary is enough for us to live well."
