Reborn as a Tough Army Wife

Luo Zhiming's true purpose was exactly that; he immediately smiled and urged Zhou Yunmei, "Then Mom, you go and tell Big Brother."

"I will go right now." Zhou Yunmei got up and was about to walk to the yard.

"That won't do." Luo Dashan, who was just about to come to the kitchen, overheard the whole thing from outside and came out immediately to stop her,

"This is a problem caused by Zhiming himself; we cannot add to the troubles of Zhiyong and Pingying. For now, let's not even talk about whether Pingying really earned that much money in a month, even if she did, that is money she worked hard for. Why should they have to pay for Zhiming's messed-up issues?"

Zhou Yunmei glanced at Luo Dashan with annoyance and pushed him aside, "You step aside. Apart from Pingying's place, where else can our family come up with so much money?"

Luo Dashan glared fiercely at Luo Zhiming, "Then let him figure it out himself. He had the guts to fool around with women, he should have thought about the consequences. If all else fails, just do what Zhiyong said, report it to the Police Station and see what they can do."

"You..." Zhou Yunmei was so angry that she pointed at Luo Dashan and scolded, "You are inhuman, that sort of thing you can actually say. If he really goes to jail, how would Zhiming ever face anyone when he gets out? His life would be ruined then."

On hearing this, Luo Zhiming looked at Luo Dashan with a sense of grievance too and said, "Yeah, Dad, I know you're worried about Big Brother, but I am your son too. Now that the mistake has been made, do you really want me to go to prison?"

"You..." Luo Dashan knew in his heart that it was unreasonable to ask his eldest son and daughter-in-law for the money, but when it came to having his younger son go to jail, he couldn't harden his heart after all.

In their village, there's a saying, "Avoid officialdom in life, avoid hell in death." If someone really goes to jail, they're looked down upon after they get out.

Thus, Luo Dashan softened up as well and did not stop Zhou Yunmei from discussing the situation with Luo Zhiyong; he only asked Zhou Yunmei to inquire casually, and if Luo Zhiyong was unwilling, not to force it.

Zhou Yunmei went to Luo Zhiyong's room, initially not mentioning the money. She just started to put covers and such from the cupboard onto Luo Zhiyong's bed, saying with a hint of flattery, "I'll heat up this bed for you in a bit, it'll be so warm to sleep on, definitely warmer than the beds in the army."

Luo Zhiyong had a feeling that Zhou Yunmei came in not just to make his bed, that she had something else in mind.

But he didn't ask; he just said indifferently, "No worries, I am staying just for one night, I will leave tomorrow. Just make sure the blankets are thick enough."

Zhou Yunmei, upon hearing this, immediately sat down across from Luo Zhiyong, saying somewhat reluctantly, "You've finally come back, stay a few more days at home, look, after both of you left, it's just your father and I at home every day, staring at each other, it's really too quiet here."

Luo Zhiyong also felt a bit guilty for not being able to be by his parents' side and spoke with a softer voice to Zhou Yunmei, "Mom, we're grown up, we naturally have to go out and do our own things. If you have nothing to do at home, you should chat with the villagers. We used to have Hong Lan keeping you company at least, but now she is grown up too."

When Zhou Yunmei brought up Hong Lan, she immediately smiled and asked Luo Zhiyong, "By the way, how is Hong Lan doing with your wife's work? How much money can she make in a month?"

"Mom, don't ask about this. I've already told Hong Lan to save the money herself, and if it comes to it, when she gets married, you won't even need to worry about providing a dowry. She can pay for it herself," Luo Zhiyong replied, concerned that Zhou Yunmei would get the idea of taking Hong Lan's earnings, and tried to persuade her,

"She originally said she would send you five yuan a month, but I told her not to. It's not easy for someone in her teens to work and make money outside. Plus, you two aren't lacking money to spend." FirstseenonMV4LEMP|YR.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yunmei instantly became agitated and yelled, "How am I not short of money to spend? Did your wife not tell you that since they left, he only sends me ten to twenty yuan a month? The first month it was ten yuan, this month a little more, fifteen yuan."

"Fifteen yuan?" Luo Zhiyong frowned and looked at her.

"Yeah, just that much. Didn't she tell you that she can send back whatever amount she likes?" Thinking it was Luo Zhiyong who gave more and Fang Pingying who pocketed the money, Zhou Yunmei pursed her lips and started expressing her discontent with Fang Pingying,

"Zhiyong, see for yourself, I always said your wife is too crafty. She seems diligent on the surface and treats us well, but behind your back, she messes things up. Has she been keeping the money you meant to send us?"

"No, I told her sending ten yuan a month was enough. With no one at home now, just the two of you, how much can you spend in a month?" Luo Zhiyong said somewhat displeased.

He had indeed instructed Fang Pingying to send only ten yuan a month; he hadn't expected her to send more, which warmed his heart.

He felt wronged for his wife being squeezed by Zhou Yunmei in such a way. His wife was not only filial to the elderly at home but also took great care of his siblings. Yet, it seemed that nothing she did could satisfy them.

"Ah?" Zhou Yunmei thought she had heard wrong and was dumbfounded.

Luo Zhiyong nodded at her, confirming once again, "No mistake, I said a lesser amount, but my wife sent more than that and she didn't tell me."

"Zhiyong, you this..." Zhou Yunmei looked at Luo Zhiyong, displeased, "How is ten yuan enough? The New Year is approaching, and I need to prepare for the festivities. Plus, when Cui Lan gets married, it's bound to cost some money. Everywhere in the house, we need money."

"When it's close to the New Year, I have plans already and will send you more," Luo Zhiyong glanced outside the courtyard, surmising that Cui Lan rarely came home now. He shook his head,

"As for Cui Lan's wedding, I won't manage the specifics. Whether you want to prepare a feast is up to you and Dad. When the New Year arrives, I'll give her some money to either buy a dowry or take to the Zhang family, just as Pingying and I promised before."

"Forget about Cui Lan's affair; you don't have to give her anything. Anything you give is just benefiting the Zhang family. Look at that girl, she hardly ever comes back home these days. Whenever she does, it's only to take some things and then leave. Many people in the village are gossiping about our family; I don't even want to bother with her anymore," Zhou Yunmei said, then suddenly, a shrewd glint flickered in her eyes as she watched Luo Zhiyong, "You might as well give me what you are going to give Cui Lan, and I'll arrange some things for her."

"Mom, don't worry about matters between us siblings from now on. You just need to take good care of yourself and Dad at home, so we don't worry when we are away," Luo Zhiyong looked at her with a very serious expression, leaving no room for argument, "As for the money for the family, I will arrange it. I won't let you or Dad go hungry."

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