1970s: A hot-tempered wife who accompanied a soldier to the military compound and made a fortune.

Chapter 313 Is being teased a little more important than your daughter's life?

Xia Qiu naturally wouldn't say things like "it doesn't have to be repaid": "I'm happy to be able to help my family. After all, no matter who you borrow money from or how much you borrow, it will always be a debt of gratitude."

Mrs. Qiu agreed wholeheartedly: "What you said is absolutely right."

Now that the money was in place, it saved a lot of trouble. Qiu's father didn't call anyone from the eldest son's side. He let Xia Qiu rest in the house and assigned tasks to his two sons. Of course, he didn't let Qiu Shaomei, the youngest son in the family, be idle either.

The second wife's side was filled with joy, and everyone was busy with their own tasks.

Unexpectedly, the eldest son's family started making a scene.

Zhang Shanmei had suffered before, and the meals she ate at the hospital a few days ago were also haphazard, so she hadn't produced any milk yet. The baby was probably hungry and started crying.

At first, Zhang Shanmei tried to comfort and soothe the child, but the child just kept crying.

As a result, Qiu Shaohu, who was sulking in the room, yelled at Zhang Shanmei, "Are you a living dead? Can't you stop making her cry?"

The child cried even harder after that shout. Zhang Shanmei got angry too, put the child on the kang (a heated brick bed), pulled the quilt over the child's face, and ignored the child.

Hearing his niece's crying from the next room, Qiu Shaohe, who was feeling annoyed, came out and called out, "Sister-in-law, the child's voice is hoarse from crying, aren't you going to do anything about it?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Shanmei immediately threw off the covers and sat up: "I've been home for so long, and I haven't even had a hot meal. How can you expect me to take care of you?"

Grandma Qiu also came out after hearing the baby crying. She happened to hear this and slapped her forehead: "Oh dear, I've lost my mind. How could I forget about this?"

She turned to walk towards the kitchen when she saw her eldest granddaughter-in-law come out of the house: "You're just in time. Hurry up and get something to eat for Shaohu's family. If the adults don't get enough to eat, where will the milk come from? Look how hungry the little girl is." Aunt Qiu's face was very bad. Before the family divided their property, the most they would get at the end of the year was a little over a hundred yuan. Now that the two families had divided their property, their work points also had to be divided. They were afraid that they would only get a little over a hundred yuan in the fall. They owed so much money. When would they be able to pay it back?

Not to mention that Shaohe is already seventeen years old, and it's time for him to find a partner after the New Year. Everything costs money, and just thinking about it gives me a headache.

Hearing her granddaughter crying so hard she could barely breathe, she quickly went into her second son's room: "What's wrong with you two? The child is crying like this, and you're not even trying to comfort her."

Zhang Shanmei looked aggrieved: "Mom, I haven't been eating or drinking well these past few days, and I still don't have any breast milk. What can I do?"

Aunt Qiu sighed and walked toward her granddaughter, saying to her second son in the house, "Shaohu, go see if your great-grandmother has any malted milk powder left. Make half a bowl for the little girl."

Hearing this, Qiu Shaohu felt a little embarrassed: "That malted milk powder was bought by Sister Shaolan for Grandma. Before, when Dabao was craving it, he asked Grandma for some, and Shaomei teased him a lot. I'm not going."

"What time is it? Why are you still arguing about such things? Is being bullied by others more important than your daughter's life?"

Seeing that her husband was still standing there without moving, Zhang Shanmei threw a pillow at him: "Hurry up and go."

Qiu Shaohu reluctantly left the room and saw his great-grandmother in the kitchen. He quickly went over and said, "Great-grandmother, my little girl is crying from hunger. Do you still have any of the malted milk powder that Sister Shaolan bought?"

Grandma Qiu glanced at him, then stood up, leaning on the stove: "There's still some left. Take a bowl and go to your sister-in-law's to pour half a bowl of warm water over. I'll give you a few spoonfuls."

He sighed inwardly: What a terrible thing.

(End of this chapter)