When she awoke, Mrs. Fu opened up and saw that she was in a slum, with low bungalows, dilapidated ruins, and sometimes fishy gutters.

It's not that I didn't wake up from a dream, right?

"Where is this, are you in the wrong place?" Mrs. Fu asked the driver, "Are you driving in the wrong place?" ”

"No, ma'am." The driver affirmed: "This is the new address arranged by Mr. Jiang for you." ”

Let Mrs. Fu live in a slum crossed by a stinky ditch?

"What a joke!" Mrs. Fu was immediately angry, "Stop, stop now!" ”

The driver slowly pulled the car to a halt in front of the low bungalow they were coming to.

The small house is only one person high, about ten square meters, and it looks gray and uninhabited for many years, and the walls are covered with cobwebs. The windows are still very old aluminum alloy windows, and the doors are actually wooden doors, which look very unstable in the wind and rain.

"This is it." The driver got out of the car and said, "Mrs. Fu, come down, this is your temporary residence, it is very safe here, and it will never be found by debt collectors." ”

It's really safe here, and those high-class ladies can't find this kind of place where mosquitoes and flies fly around, even if they want to break their heads. Mrs. Fu sat in the car, only to feel that the blood in her body was congealing.

"No way, there's no way my son wants me to live here." She kept shaking her head, "Absolutely impossible! ”

The driver didn't listen to her, turned around and opened the trunk, took out Mrs. Fu's suitcase and walked towards the low bungalow.

"Let me live in a place like this, how is it possible!" Mrs. Fu refused to get out of the car and picked up her mobile phone.

The aggrieved eye circles were red, the nose was also red, and the throat was choked and I couldn't speak for a while, but I still quickly dialed Fu Qing's number.

The villagers living near here saw a black car driving over, and several village women came forward to watch the excitement, and looked into the car one by one.

Mrs. Fu trembled with fright when she saw the group of village women as if she had seen zombies, and she tried her best to hide to the side. It can be said that the people in this place are more terrible than the group of creditors I just saw downstairs.

Mrs. Fu would rather go back to the Holiday Inn and be caught by creditors and forced to collect debts, rather than stay here.

The phone rang a lot, but no one answered, and Mrs. Fu's anxious tears were about to fall out.

At this time, the driver put away the luggage and came back, and directly opened the back door, "Mrs. Fu, get out of the car." ”

Mrs. Fu raised her head in horror, leaned back subconsciously, away from the driver, and shook her head: "I don't get out of the car!" I wouldn't stay in a place like this! ”

"This place is the safest." The driver said with a cold face: "Don't look at the environment here is not very good, but the neighbors are very kind and warm, and the most important thing is that they don't know you." ”

"Fu Qing, Fu Qing, you answer the phone!" Mrs. Fu's whole body curled up in the corner of the car, and her hand holding the phone began to tremble, "I don't want it, I don't want to live in this kind of place, I don't want it!" ”

Finally. Fu Qing's voice came from that side.

"Son, save me!" Mrs. Fu looked at the fear and grievance of being kidnapped, and said in a crying voice: "Your wife, Jiang Qi, ask someone to take me to a very terrible place, which is a slum at all!" ”

Fu Qing said unhurriedly: "It's a village, right?" There are mountains and rivers, right? ”

It's a village. Mrs. Fu raised her head and glanced into the distance, there was indeed a mountain, and at this time, it looked even more terrifying, and there was a sense of oppression in isolation. There is also water, which is the stinky ditch in front of you.

Fu Qing continued: "It's the decision I discussed with Jiang Qi, let you go to the countryside to recuperate for a while, and the Holiday Inn is no longer able to live here." ”

"Why can't you live?" Mrs. Fu cried and said: "I want to go back to the hotel to stay, the hotel is still our Fu family, I am Mrs. Fu, why can't I stay in the hotel?" ”

"The wives who ask you for money have doorways, and they can easily find out your information in some ways, and it is dangerous to live in a holiday hotel." Fu Qing said: "Your stay in a hotel will also affect the business over there. ”

"Fu Qing, I'm your mother!" Mrs. Fu collapsed, "You really married a daughter-in-law and forgot your mother, and you listen to your daughter-in-law for everything!" Do you do whatever she tells you to do? ”

Fu Qing also said that he was very broken, "What's wrong with finding you a place with mountains and rivers and living away from the hustle and bustle?" Who made you end up in such a mess in the first place? ”

"Clean up your own mess." Fu Qing hung up the phone angrily.

Mrs. Fu curled up in the car, motionless. She knew that it was useless to call Fu Jiangshan and Fu Feng at this time, because both of them were too busy to take care of themselves.

At this time, the driver had already opened the door on this side, and Mrs. Fu almost fell off her back.

"Mrs. Fu, I'm in a hurry, please get out of the car."

Mrs. Fu had to get out of the car, and when she turned around, she saw a group of scruffily dressed women giving them strange glances and whispering at the same time.

I, Mrs. Fu, Fu Rongrong. How could it be that one day it would be so hard to let me live in a slum? Mrs. Fu stood stunned in place, her eyes blank, as if she had been pointed.

The driver didn't have time to coax her, so he said goodbye and drove away.

At this time, Mrs. Fu's situation gave her a thought - it is better to die!

What's the point of being alive like this?

The eldest son and daughter-in-law were defeated, and she suffered a big loss after being eccentric. The second daughter-in-law is her enemy, Fu Qing is also a wife slave, between his wife and his mother, Fu Qing resolutely chooses his wife.

Suddenly, Mrs. Fu thought of her third daughter, Fu Ying.

She was her last hope.

She picked up the phone and called Fu Ying. Not wanting to be watched by the women, Mrs. Fu turned and went into the low room.

As soon as she entered the door, she was caught in the face by a spider web, and Mrs. Fu screamed twice, alarming the neighbors outside.

A woman went in and said, "Are you alright?" ”

Several people followed by the door of Mrs. Fu's house, caring about her and asking her if she was okay.

was met with a cold look from Mrs. Fu, "You guys go out!" Who called you here? A bunch of poor people don't come near me! I hate poor people more than anything in my life! Poverty is contagious, don't come in and infect me! ”

Poverty is contagious. This is what Mrs. Fu's mother often said to her when she was very young, and the purpose was to ask Mrs. Fu to try to climb up, the higher the climb, the better, away from the poor, the farther the better. This sentence has had a profound impact on Mrs. Fu's life, and it is also the root of her tragic moment today.

The women of the village all withdrew, and stood outside the door. There was only a threshold between the inside and outside, and the simple and kind village women knew that they were separated from the woman in front of them not only by a threshold, but by a world. They just wanted to go over and help this lady who was very inconsistent with this place, but they didn't expect to be disgusted and poor.

will be spurned, poverty will be contagious.

(End of chapter)