Transmigration: On the Gossip Front-Chapter 1972 - 1973: Old Mrs. Zhang’s 1970s Rebirth – Transforming Her Ungrateful Children (Part 4)
Wei Jiang and Wei He’s families watched them leave, leaving the table full of dishes for them to handle.
The children had already gone out to play. To them, the family division was nothing; playing games with friends was much more fun.
Wei Jiang looked at the money in his hands, feeling a bit lost, "Is the family divided just like that?"
Wei He murmured in agreement, then looked up at his wife, "Honey, you..." He knew that before his wife got married, she hardly did any housework, only learning to cook in a rush just before marriage.
He originally thought that with Zhang Yu cooking at home, or at worst Feng Xia, it wouldn’t be a problem. But they didn’t expect the family division to be so straightforward.
Li Juan awkwardly replied, "I, I’ll try to learn hard."
Wei Jiang glanced at his wife, feeling relieved; his wife could cook, which made him immediately feel delighted.
Feng Xia had been thinking about the money they divided up; it was enough that her brother’s marriage wouldn’t be a problem anymore.
She had always hoped for the family division, because her brother, after numerous blind dates, finally found a girl he liked. However, the girl asked for a five-hundred bride price and a formal job.
Remembering her mother crying and telling her that her brother’s marriage might fall through because the family didn’t have enough money, and that it was hard to find a formal job.
Ever since the intellectual youths went to Jian She in the vast fields, jobs had become scarcer. Feng Xia knew her family’s intention was to hope she could give up her job.
Feng Xia knew this job was bought by the in-law family after her marriage, and if she gave it up, the in-laws would definitely have opinions. She knew Zhang Yu wasn’t easy to deal with and would definitely cause trouble.
But hadn’t the mother-in-law just said that all the money had already been deducted? Didn’t that mean the job was hers, and she wanted to transfer it to her family, so Zhang Yu shouldn’t have any objections?
Thinking of this, Feng Xia made up her mind to tell her parents about the job transfer over the weekend. As long as her brother could get married smoothly, it was just a job, right?
As for whether Wei Jiang would be angry then, Feng Xia didn’t think it was a problem; she could definitely handle it easily.
Wei Jiang, happy about being more relaxed financially in the future, had no idea that the money just divided was already arranged by his wife, and her job was about to be gone too.
Wei He helplessly looked at his wife, "And in the future, all the household chores, mom won’t do them anymore, washing clothes, our clothes and the children’s clothes."
"And the bed sheets and quilts, my mom won’t wash them either." Wei He took a deep breath; he could imagine how busy they would be on weekends in the future.
"Ah, ah, ah." Li Juan was dumbfounded, "That, that, I, I..."
"But I, I still want to divide the family." If she had to choose, she would of course still choose to have money in hand.
If Wei He had to choose, he would also choose this, "I think the same, but in the future, housework will be our problem."
Li Juan murmured in agreement, thought for a moment, then whispered, "Do you think, if we say we can’t do it, will mom not be able to bear it and end up doing it?"
Li Juan remembered her own mother, who, every time she procrastinated, would end up not needing her to do it.
Wei He glanced at his wife, "You can try."
Try? Li Juan picked up on what her husband meant, "Do you think it won’t work?"
Wei He murmured in agreement, "My mom seems easygoing, but once she’s made up her mind, she doesn’t go back."
Wei Dazhi cautiously looked at Zhang Yu, really worried if the old lady was upset.
Zhang Yu noticed Wei Dazhi’s concerned expression, "Don’t worry, I’m really not sad."
"I just feel relieved. The kids are grown up and have their own ideas. If we meddle, they won’t think we’re good, just troublesome."
"This time the family division is a complete split." Zhang Yu thought of Feng Xia’s brother, who seemed to be preparing to get married recently, with the other party demanding a bride price and a formal job.
The Feng family had set their eyes on Feng Xia’s job. As a good daughter, Feng Xia would of course be willing to give up the job but worried about the in-law family being angry, so she hadn’t agreed.
After the marriage fell through, this account was blamed on Zhang Yu, who was often complained about in front of Wei Jiang.
Now, without her as a hindrance, Zhang Yu was sure that Feng Xia would give the job to her family.
Zhang Yu didn’t mind anyway; the family was divided. If anyone should worry, it would be Wei Jiang.
She just worried that Wei Jiang would discover, after losing a source of income, that his wife would still need to support her family and maintain relationships, and he might regret wanting to continue communal living.
Zhang Yu certainly wouldn’t agree, just worried about Wei Jiang going to Wei Dazhi, "Eldest brother’s brother-in-law is recently talking about marriage, and the other party wants a bride price and a formal job."
Wei Dazhi initially wanted to say what did the Feng family’s son’s marriage have to do with their family, but when he heard about the formal job, his heart skipped a beat, "Well, that, that..."
Zhang Yu looked at him, "Congratulations, it’s exactly as you thought."
"We’ve already done our fair part for them and met their demands for the family division. We can’t go back to communal living just because they have regrets."
Zhang Yu directly told Wei Dazhi about her bottom line, "And about the third one, their family, watch out, Li Juan can’t cook, doesn’t want to do housework, and will regret it too."
"In any case, I don’t care if they regret it or not; I won’t regret it."
"I’ve finally been able to get rid of them. In the future, on weekends, let’s go for a walk in the park."
"Why should they relax on weekends after working all week, and we still have to take care of their kids and do their housework?"
"In the future, we’ll go out for a stroll on weekends too."
"Being in a good mood is what’s truly good."
"By the way, did you expect them to support you in old age?" Zhang Yu realized she had rambled on and forgotten to ask Wei Dazhi’s opinion.
Expecting them to support themselves in old age? Wei Dazhi snorted, "Each one of them is ungrateful. You do housework, and they don’t lend a hand but complain constantly."
"If you hadn’t said they have a hard time, I wouldn’t have cared about them. No matter how hard their lives are, it’s not our fault."
"Wife, it’s good that you’ve come around. Let me tell you, Old Han mentioned a place outside the city that’s nice, where we can fish and has a great environment. We could go fishing sometime and grill the fish ourselves." On weekends, Wei Dazhi often went fishing and always had good catches.
But the fish he caught were either given to their Yue family, as filial respect for the elderly, or eaten by others. They and their family had few bites.
"Okay, when you catch fish, we’ll eat them ourselves."
"Don’t give them to those ungrateful wretches," Zhang Yu said angrily.
Great, he’s a sensible old man, not a dragging teammate. Very good, Zhang Yu was indeed happy.
