Transmigration: On the Gossip Front-Chapter 1977 - 1978: Old Mrs. Zhang’s Rebirth 70s—Reforming the Ungrateful Children 9
Zhang Yu really wanted to see the inheritance left by the original owner. It seemed to be several small yellowfish, two gold rings, and perhaps a couple of small diamonds.
Yes, according to memory, it was just these few things, which the original owner gradually spent during the grandchildren’s weddings.
Swiftly returning to the room to fetch the items, Zhang Yu was stunned when she looked at them, remembering there were only five small yellowfish, but how could there be large yellowfish as well?
There were five large yellowfish and ten small yellowfish. The gold jewelry wasn’t just two rings, but included two pairs of Dragon and Phoenix Bracelets.
Furthermore, the memory didn’t recall jade accessories, yet there was a whole set of jade ring faces. Although not the terrifying imperial green, it was rare purple jade, including a jade ring, a jade bracelet, two earrings, and a jade necklace, essentially a full set.
This could be worth millions nowadays. God, Zhang Yu felt herself struggling to breathe.
Oh, and the diamonds weren’t just two; there were about ten diamonds, all small, around two or three carats—not too small, and acceptable.
How could there be so many items? Zhang Yu was utterly shocked and stupefied.
Why were they different from the original owner’s memories? What was going on? Zhang Yu hurried back to rummage through them again.
Goodness, upon further searching, she realized that there were initially more items. However, during tough times, some were exchanged for food, and a large gold ring was given when daughters married off and brides were welcomed.
The remaining items dwindled because they had requested them and were refused by the original owner, as they were her parents’ dying insistence that this is her last resort to be preserved at all costs.
So, even when marrying Wei Dazhi, she kept it secret. If life weren’t tough, she wouldn’t have touched them.
"It seems that gifting these items during their weddings made them covetous," Zhang Yu reflected, realizing it was likely the issue.
Since identifying the problem, Zhang Yu mustn’t repeat such errors. Her future financial security would depend on these.
"To exchange for a grand courtyard someday, living a delightful life, renting it out in old age, that little life..." Zhang Yu’s thoughts grew happier as she tightly held these treasures.
Regardless, these items couldn’t be stolen, else she’d cry herself to death. The original place wasn’t good enough, otherwise, it wouldn’t have been stolen.
Looking at her bedroom, truly not spacious, storing the items posed a problem.
Where to store them? Alas, Zhang Yu considered it a serious issue. Now, they couldn’t be stored in the original place.
As for where to store them, Zhang Yu quickly thought of the wardrobe trunk, used seldomly and storing winter bedding.
After bustling about, the items were stored properly, and it was already late; she tidied up briefly before heading to the kindergarten to fetch the children.
Rushing to the kindergarten, collecting three children, and back home, Zhang Yu felt busy—thanks to not doing housework.
Even just for a while, Zhang Yu felt extremely fatigued; the original owner wasn’t easy.
Once home, the three children started playing wildly in the alleyway, including the little girl Wei Lan trailing behind her brother Wei Ming. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎
Wei Ming, annoyed by the presence of the accompanying girl, looked to Zhang Yu helplessly, "Grandma." Pitifully turning to her.
If it were the original owner, seeing her little grandson looking at her thus, she would hurry to take Wei Lan.
Now, Zhang Yu waved her hand, "Wei Ming, you’re the big brother, take care of your sister, be a good big brother."
"Don’t forget what your parents said—they said you’re a good brother who takes your sister while playing." Indeed, according to Wei He and Li Juan’s narratives, the original owner barely cared for Wei Lan, as Wei Ming, the good brother, looked after the sister.
Kids might lack memory, but adults don’t—if no gratitude follows the effort, why bother? Better to rest.
Haven’t children in alleys always had older ones leading younger ones? Wei Ming didn’t expect Zhang Yu not to help with his sister, but instead admonish him to care for her.
Wei Ming was stunned; taking a little girl to play meant nobody would play with him, unhappy.
Humph, he knew mom was right; grandma doesn’t care for them siblings.
Zhang Yu was startled at Wei Ming’s disdainful look—how could a four-year-old look at his caretaker grandmother with disgust?
Zhang Yu knew Wei Ming and Wei Lan disliked the original owner, or even loathed her, due to her poverty and Wei He’s demeanor towards her, fostering resentment.
Yet for such young children to look at the original owner with disdain, it couldn’t be normal—perhaps because someone repeatedly whispered bad things about grandma in their ears.
Initially, Zhang Yu felt a bit guilty, considering the innocent kids, but seeing Wei Ming’s expression, she felt much better, saying, "Go ahead, play by the door."
"Remember to watch your sister, or if her clothes get dirty, your parents need to wash them." Whether Wei He or Li Juan washes, Zhang Yu doesn’t care—they’ll have to sort it out.
Wei Ming thought Zhang Yu was going to help with Wei Lan, surprised to be cautioned instead.
He suddenly recalled the clothes mom left at the door, seemingly untouched, bolting to his doorstep and then glaring at Zhang Yu.
"Grandma, why didn’t you wash the clothes?"
"I said yesterday, each family handles their own laundry," Zhang Yu straightforwardly replied, "Also, didn’t you notice the dishes aren’t washed? I asked your uncle and dad to wash them, yet it’s been delayed."
"So, dinner will be late today." Knowing bad news was received, Zhang Yu thought they wouldn’t mind another bad news.
What? Wei Ming was stunned—he wasn’t asking about dinner but why grandma wasn’t doing dishes, still saying dinner would be late.
"Why doesn’t grandma wash the dishes?" Wei Ming felt indignant, believing it was Zhang Yu’s responsibility. "You don’t work; live off leisure."
Someone not working and resting doesn’t even do chores—so hateful.
Leisurely living? Zhang Yu laughed at this, "Yes, I might be living off leisure, but your grandpa supports me."
Zhang Yu thought to say something but found it uninteresting—they’re merely children, oblivious under influence, hearing whatever adults said.
