When Zhang Xiaohua and Lan Cuimei returned to Zhang's house, Zhang Zongren was eating peanuts and drinking wine in the hall, so unhappy.

Zhang Xiaohua saw that Zhang Zongren was fine, his face was ruddy, and he was not sick at all, she looked at Lan Cuimei suspiciously, and asked, "Didn't you say that your father was sick?" Why don't I look like it? ”

A trace of embarrassment crossed Lan Cuimei's face.

Saying that Zhang Zongren is sick is just an excuse. It's just that she didn't expect Zhang Xiaohua to hold on to this problem.

However, without waiting for Lan Cuimei to speak, Zhang Zongren was not happy. "Zhang Xiaohua, are you cursing me? I'm so good, how could I get sick, huh! ”

Hearing this, Zhang Xiaohua's face sank.

In fact, she also guessed that Lan Cuimei said that Zhang Zongren was sick just an excuse to trick her into coming back. It's just that she thought that Lan Cuimei would at least let Zhang Zongren pretend to be sick, but she didn't expect Lan Cuimei to not even perfunctory her.

"In that case, then I'll go back first." Xiaohua said disapprerovingly.

Then turn around and leave.

At this time, Lan Cuimei was anxious, and hurriedly grabbed Zhang Xiaohua. "Xiaohua, don't listen to your father, he just has a hard mouth, he just doesn't want you to worry."

As he spoke, he kept giving Zhang Zongren a look.

Seeing this, Zhang Zongren also guessed what Lan Cuimei meant.

But that's exactly what he wants. I'm used to eating Zhang Xiaohua's fried dishes, and now it's hard to swallow Lan Cuimei's dishes. It would be great if Zhang Xiaohua could come back.

Zhang Xiaohua eats less and does more, and they earn such people at home.

Zhang Zongren didn't speak, but suddenly coughed.

"Ahem, Xiaohua, since you're back, let's stay a few more days! Can't you go home if I'm not sick? Zhang Zongren suddenly said a little weakly.

Zhang Zongren was already a little drunk, his cheeks were slightly red, and it was quite like that to deliberately pretend to be weak at this time. But Zhang Xiaohua had seen through his mind early on, how could she be deceived by him.

"That's what Dad said. Dad, since you're sick, it's better to drink less. Zhang Xiaohua looked at the wine jug on the table and said.

Zhang Zongren was slightly stunned, obviously not expecting Zhang Xiaohua to care about his drinking.

Moreover, Zhang Xiaohua seems to have become a little strange and no longer submissive.

"Xiaohua, leave him alone, you go back to the room to clean up your room first, and then go to cut the pigweed and come back to feed the pigs." Lan Cuimei didn't know what came to mind, and hurriedly said.

When Zhang Xiaohua heard that she was asked to work again, she was inexplicably angry.

However, she also admitted that she was working in the Qiu family, and she was also working in the Zhang family, and it was not the same where she worked.

And she really wanted to go back to her owner's room now.

"Good! Then I'll go back to the house first. Zhang Xiaohua said and walked out.

As soon as Zhang Xiaohua left with her front foot, Lan Cuimei glared at Zhang Zongren and said, "I'll tell you, Zhang Xiaohua has lost her memory, you'd better not use the same way you used to treat her, I'm afraid it will backfire." ”

"What's wrong with amnesia, isn't she my daughter with amnesia? I can't say anything about her yet? Zhang Zongren said dissatisfiedly.

"Now the situation is different, Zhang Xiaohua is not only your daughter, she is also the daughter-in-law of the Qiu family. If you her off, in case she returns to Qiu's house in a fit of anger, who will do the work at home? You? ”

Hearing this, Zhang Zongren pursed his mouth, looking a little unwilling.

In the past, he was used to calling Zhang Xiaohua, but according to Lan Cuimei's meaning, he wanted him to be polite to Zhang Xiaohua!

It's nothing to be polite, he's afraid that he won't be able to hold back and insult Zhang Xiaohua again.

However, as Lan Cuimei said, Zhang Xiaohua is now the daughter-in-law of the Qiu family, and if she returns to the Qiu family and ignores them, I am afraid that no one will say that she is wrong.

"Okay, okay, I know, you go and do your business, don't affect me to drink." Zhang Zongren said impatiently.

Seeing Zhang Zongren's attitude, Lan Cuimei was also annoyed. "Drink and drink, you know how to drink all day long, how can I not drink you to death."

As he spoke, he walked out in a huff.

Zhang Zongren looked at Lan Cuimei's departing figure, with a little contempt in his eyes.

What does a woman know, wine is the best thing in the world, if he doesn't drink, then what's the point of living!

Zhang Zongren seemed to be accustomed to Lan Cuimei's chatter, so he poured himself another glass of wine and drank it all.

......

Zhang Xiaohua didn't bring her luggage. She didn't bring her luggage when she went to Qiu's house, so naturally she didn't have anything to bring back when she came back.

Coming to this dilapidated hut again, the disgust in Zhang Xiaohua's eyes was undisguised.

Compared with this dilapidated house, Zhang Xiaohua suddenly felt that Hu Qiuxia was much better to her.

Although she and Qiu Mo also lived in a dilapidated hut and the space was not large, at least that room was built of bricks.

Looking at the current hut, the difference between this hut and the chicken coop next to it is that it has a slightly larger space and can fit a bed and table.

Zhang Xiaohua came to the room, and it was very dark inside. There was a layer of dust on the bed, apparently no one had been in since she left.

There was a rectangular table on the opposite side of the bed, and on top of the table was a wooden box, in which were placed the clothes that Zhang Xiaohua usually wore.

Zhang Xiaohua blew the ash on the box and opened the box.

There were only a few sets of clothes inside, and each one was more worn out than the other.

Zhang Xiaohua is not disgusted, no matter how shabby the clothes in the box are, I am afraid that they are not as shabby as the ones on her.

Zhang Xiaohua casually took a piece of clothing and changed it on, but fortunately, the original owner's clothes were very simple and did not stump Zhang Xiaohua.

After getting dressed, Zhang Xiaohua shook the ashes on the bed again. Then he sat on the bed and looked at the dilapidated house.

She hadn't forgotten what she'd come here for.

In Li Zirong's mouth, she vaguely felt that the original owner had an unknown way to make money. It's just that she can't figure out how the original owner made money.

She even wondered if the original owner had hidden a large sum of money and died before he could spend it? If that's the case, then if she finds this money, won't she make a fortune?

Thinking like this, Zhang Xiaohua's eyes suddenly lit up and ran out.

At this time, Lan Cuimei didn't know where she went, and Zhang Zongren was drinking alone in the hall.

Zhang Xiaohua ignored him. She found a wooden basin and fetched a basin of water and returned to her cabin, then found a rag and began to wipe the bed and table. By the way, I also cleaned up all the clutter in the house.

It's not a big room, but it's a mess of things, and there's everything. Zhang Xiaohua took advantage of the reason for cleaning, and planned to take a good look to see if there were any mysteries hidden in this house.

However, Zhang Xiaohua carefully cleaned up the house and found nothing unusual. She even thought she could find the money hidden by the original owner, but she didn't find it.

Zhang Xiaohua threw the rag into the basin and lay down on the bed dejectedly, looking tired and paralyzed.