Chapter 1687 Huang Ling and Zhuang Chaoying Argued but Didn’t Fight

"Mother."

Huang Ling looked at her eldest son who was catching up and gently helped him calm down.

"Why didn't you wait to go home with your father?"

"I was worried about my mother and younger siblings, so I followed them." Zhuang Tunan said truthfully.

Huang Ling's eyes were red and her voice was choked with sobs: "Good children, you are all mother's good children. You haven't even eaten yet. Let's go home and mother will make some noodles for you."

Although what just happened at the banker made her angry and disappointed, she was happy from the bottom of her heart when she saw her three sensible and obedient children.

Especially Zhou Chen's behavior just now, she knew that Zhou Chen did it on purpose, just to protect her and be protected by her own children. Even if she suffered great injustice, she felt very warm and happy in her heart.

After returning home by car, Huang Ling started making noodles, and the family of four happily ate a large pot of noodles.

Huang Ling ate less and felt very distressed when she looked at her three children.

Today they bought two chickens, birthday cakes and other things, but in the end the three children didn't get a bite. On the contrary, they got the advantage of the other family. If she had known at that time, she would have turned the table over.

At ten o'clock, Zhuang Chaoying returned home. When he returned home, he saw several children who were already sleeping, so he wanted to wake Zhou Chen up and teach him a lesson, but Huang Ling forcefully pulled him out. Room.

Zhuang Chaoying was pulled by Huang Ling to the public washing pool outside. He was very dissatisfied and said: "Why are you pulling me? I want to teach this brat Tuxi a good lesson today. Look at what he did today, if it weren't for him , Mom’s birthday party today won’t be like that.”

Huang Ling retorted unceremoniously: "If it hadn't been for Tusi, the three of us would have been rushed to the kitchen for a birthday banquet tonight."

Zhuang Chaoying's complexion suddenly changed, and she argued: "It's not like the table can't fit. Even if the table is that big, it can't be squeezed in."

"Can't squeeze in any more?"

Hearing her husband's words, Huang Ling sneered with disdain: "Your parents favor boys over girls. I've known this for a long time. They don't like me or Xiaoting, so I just tolerate it, but Tusi is theirs." Sun Tzu, why can people from Zhendong and Zhenbei be served at the table, but not Tuxi? What do they mean?"

"I can't sit down anymore."

"Zhuang Chaoying, don't do this to me. Every time you talk about your parents, you are like this. I've had enough of following you. Every time, you endure, endure, endure. I can endure it, but I can't. Let my children bear with me, I have been holding this breath for a long time.”

"Then didn't you vent it out today? You threw the bowl in front of my parents and left. It was such an ugly scene. It was so disrespectful to our elders. My parents worked so hard to raise us. It’s not easy to celebrate my birthday, but if it happens like this, I, the eldest son of a banker, have no shame in my face.”

"You still have a shameless face? When have you ever had a shameless face in your bookmaker?"

Zhuang Chaoying choked on Huang Ling's words and felt a pain in her chest. She said angrily: "A Ling, what you said is too hurtful."

Huang Ling said coldly: "Compared to your parents and your brother's family, I am already polite enough. Zhuang Chaoying, it's not that you can't see your parents' attitude towards our family. You are just deceiving yourself and pretending not to be able to see." Come out; what Tusi said is absolutely correct. Your family scolded him for not having a tutor. I think the real lack of tutoring is your family."

"Huang Ling."

Zhuang Chaoying was really angry now. He pointed at Huang Ling and his lips trembled: "How could you say such a thing?"

"Am I wrong?"

"Filial piety comes first. When the elders celebrate their birthdays, the younger ones send blessings. This is the traditional virtue of growing flowers. But now, at the birthday banquet, they say things that embarrass their parents and throw the bowl away. This is what the younger generation should do. Something?"

Zhuang Chaoying got angry thinking about tonight's birthday banquet.

Huang Ling became even more disdainful: "Traditional virtues? As Tusi said, is it traditional virtue that even the captain's daughter-in-law can't serve on the table?"

"The words Tusi said today may be a bit inappropriate to come out of his mouth, but he stood up for me, for my mother. His blessing, mother is kind and son is filial. It was really good. Mother is kind. Talented scholar, Zhuang Chaoying, I think you are not as accurate as your son, so consider this sentence carefully."

After saying that, she no longer cared about Zhuang Chaoying's ugly expression and went back to her room.

Early the next morning, as soon as Huang Ling went to work, Zhou Chen was greeted by Zhuang Chaoying's black face.

Although Huang Ling warned Zhuang Chaoying last night not to let him reprimand Zhou Chen, Zhuang Chaoying still couldn't let go after one night.

"Tusi, do you understand what happened last night?"

Zhou Chen was not afraid of Zhuang Chaoying at all, and asked instead: "Where did I go wrong? Tell me."

Zhuang Chaoying suddenly became even more angry: "You still think you are right? Zhuang Tuxi, you are a child of the banker. You made grandma's birthday like that, and you still think you are right. How do I teach you to respect him? Elders, don’t you remember being filial to your elders?”

"It's right to respect and be filial to your elders, but if your elders don't like me, I still have to rush to respect and be filial. I think that's not true filial piety, but foolish filial piety."

Zhuang Chaoying's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe that he heard these words from his nine-year-old son, just like he couldn't believe that Zhou Chen would say such words last night.

"Nonsense, why don't your father and mother-in-law like you? You are their grandson, how can they not like you."

"You like me, but you won't let me sit at the table? You like me, but you won't let my mother sit at the table? All the dishes on the table last night were cooked by my mother, but in the end, they just said something nice for the sake of face, but in the end, my mother still couldn't even sit at the table. Compared with our family, they still like Zhendong and Zhenbei's family more."

"You, you..."

Zhuang Chaoying's chest hurt after Zhou Chen's words. He didn't expect that he, an adult, couldn't even talk back to a child. What's more hateful is that although Zhou Chen's words were unpleasant, they were all true, so he couldn't refute them at all.

"Nonsense, it's just nonsense. What do you, a child, know?"

"It's precisely because I'm a child that I know who likes who and who doesn't like who, instead of hiding likes and dislikes like you adults, just like you, knowing that Dad and Grandma are more partial to Third Uncle and his family, but you still pretend not to see it and deceive yourself."

The last sentence directly broke Zhuang Chaoying's defense. The truth is often the most hurtful, just like Zhuang Chaoying at this time.

He was so angry that he raised his hand and was about to slap Zhou Chen in the face, but Zhou Chen was prepared. He stood up and rushed out, avoiding the slap, then quickly opened the door and rushed out of the room. In less than two seconds, he ran away.

Zhuang Chaoying didn't hit him, but staggered, and Zhuang Tunan screamed and rushed over and shouted: "Dad, don't hit Tuxi."

Zhuang Xiaoting burst into tears, wiped her tears, and ran out of the door.

"Second brother, second brother..."

Zhuang Chaoying also rushed out of the door, but saw that Zhou Chen had already run downstairs and was still standing there waiting for Zhuang Xiaoting to catch up, then he picked Zhuang Xiaoting up and ran away.

"I'm so angry, my son, I'm so angry..."

Zhuang Chaoying hadn't been so angry for a long time, and his chest kept rising and falling. This short quarrel made him feel that this son was really too irritating. Even when he quarreled with Huang Ling before, he was not so angry. Every word was hurting his heart.

Zhuang Tunan looked at his father with a ferocious face with worry and fear.

"Dad."

Zhuang Chaoying looked down at his eldest son, and the anger in his heart slowly subsided. The second son made him angry to death, but this eldest son was still obedient and sensible.

He gently touched Zhuang Tunan's head, thinking in his heart that he must teach Zhuang Tunan well in the future and not let him become as disobedient and unfilial as the second son.

At the same time, he secretly swore in his heart that he didn't believe that the stinky boy would not come back. When he came back, he must be severely punished.

Zhou Chen ran out of the dormitory area with Zhuang Xiaoting in his arms, then put her down, held her hand, and went to the store in the living department of the cotton mill. He bought her maltose with the two cents he earned.

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Zhuang Xiaoting was so worried and scared that she cried, but Zhou Chen coaxed her a few times and she was fine. Now that she had maltose again, she smiled very brightly.

"Second brother, maltose is really delicious."

"If it's delicious, eat it slowly. I'll buy it for you next time."

"Yeah, second brother, you eat it too."

"Okay, I'll eat it."

The brother and sister found a place to sit down and eat candy together.

Zhou Chen didn't take what happened just now to heart at all. He was not afraid of Zhuang Chaoying. If they really fought, although he was still young, he was more than enough to beat Zhuang Chaoying. It was just that there was no need. It would be bad for Zhuang Xiaoting to see it, and he didn't want Huang Ling to worry.

So, it's better to run away without seeing it.

After eating the candy, Zhou Chen took Zhuang Xiaoting out to play, and didn't even go home for lunch. Zhuang Xiaoting didn't feel hungry because she had eaten some maltose, so she followed Zhou Chen out to walk.

Zhou Chen was very familiar with Suzhou, but he was still a little unfamiliar with Suzhou in 1977.

Huang Ling waited until she got off the morning shift. She was very surprised to see her son and daughter. After learning from her daughter what happened today, she was furious. She supported the two children and returned home angrily. She confronted Zhuang Chaoying again. In the end, Zhuang Chaoying had to give in and promised not to beat Zhou Chen anymore.

In the evening, Zhou Chen started to do his homework. He finished his own copy first, and then started to do Zhang Jun's copy. After watching Zhang Jun's handwriting for a while, he began to imitate his handwriting and started to do his homework.

Having experienced many ancient and modern worlds, he has already reached the master level of calligraphy. It is not difficult for him to imitate someone's handwriting.

It can't be said to be 100% similar, but if there is a 70% or 80% similarity, the teacher will definitely not be able to tell the difference.

On Monday, Zhou Chen returned the homework to Zhang Jun. Zhang Jun was very happy after reading it. After handing it over to the teacher, the teacher did not find any problems, and everything was calm.

Zhang Jun, overjoyed, told Zhou Chen that he wanted Zhou Chen to help him with his homework in the future. Zhou Chen said that it was no problem as long as he paid.

When it came to money, Zhang Jun's face became bitter. Nowadays, everyone is very poor and there is not much surplus food. Although Zhang Jun has some pocket money, he can't afford to spend it. If he gave it all to Zhou Chen, he would have no money to spend.

So after considering it, he decided to do his homework himself during the weekdays and let Zhou Chen do the homework during the holidays. Zhou Chen raised the price at the right time, saying that weekend homework would cost 50 cents, which frightened Zhang Jun and shook his head repeatedly, and he would never agree.

In this era, popsicles and ice cream only cost two and a half cents. Even in Suzhou, fifty cents is a lot of money for a child.

In the end, the two bargained and still settled on twenty cents per time, which made Zhou Chen sigh. It is said that children are easy to get, but children in this era really can't get much.

The income of two cents a week is obviously not enough for Zhou Chen. He thought about it and decided to develop more downstream.

If the quality is not enough, then the quantity will make up for it.

There is never a shortage of students who don't want to do homework in school. Primary school homework is too simple for Zhou Chen. Not to mention two copies, even ten or twenty copies are not a big problem.

So in the next few days, he developed four downstreams. He also had conditions for finding people. He specifically looked for children with working parents and few brothers and sisters, or children who were simply only children. Such children must have relatively more pocket money.

So, this weekend, he earned one yuan, and the five extra homeworks were all completed in less than an hour.

One yuan an hour, in this era, it is definitely a high-income class.

And just this week, a good news made their family ecstatic, that is, Huang Ling's name was on the list of the first batch of housing distribution in the cotton mill.

The new house is at No. 13, Textile Lane 3, Cotton Mill, and it is a house with a small courtyard. There are four rooms in the small courtyard. Huang Ling got two rooms, and the other two belonged to the neighbors, but they had to wait until New Year's Day to get the keys.

This news made the family very happy. They had been squeezed in this small room for many years. After moving in, they had two rooms. There was much more space, and adults and children could sleep freely. How could they not be happy?

Houses in this era could not be bought and sold. It was really impossible to buy a house even if you had money, so you could only wait for the distribution of houses.

The joy of the distribution of houses made Zhuang Chaoying forget the previous unhappiness, and their family seemed to have become a happy family again.

Their family was immersed in the joy of being allocated a new house, while the people of the whole country were immersed in the joy of the resumption of the college entrance examination. The resumption of the college entrance examination was really shocking to the whole country.

The college entrance examination is scheduled for December. According to statistics, there are millions of candidates taking the college entrance examination this year.

The college entrance examination is still far away for Zhou Chen now, and it has nothing to do with their family. But because Zhuang Chaoying is a high school math teacher, he has become related. Many students who want to take the college entrance examination have found Zhuang Chaoying through connections and want him to tutor them.

Therefore, many people have visited their family these days.