Chapter 40

After going through all the memories related to Tang Shuo in the original body’s mind, Tang Huan still couldn’t understand why Tang Shuo had such a crazy behavior.

Didn’t she say she was married the last time she called?

I don’t think you mentioned that she was a widow?

So he wants to introduce a gay man to a married woman…

Is this considered promiscuous these days? Is Tang Shuo your biological brother? Maybe he is an enemy like Tang Yuandao…

Wait until the weekend and then go to the post office to make a phone call and ask.

After putting the letter in the drawer, Tang Huan put away the books one by one, took out a biography of Emperor Taizong of Tang and placed it next to the bed, ready to read it if he couldn’t sleep at night.

Tang Huan took the small stack of big unity notes and counted them. It was five hundred yuan.

Judging from the amount of money, Tang Huan felt that Tang Shuo definitely did not want to harm her and there must be a misunderstanding.

Whoever harms someone should give the other person 500 yuan.

With the one thousand yuan that her mother-in-law gave her for selling her job last time, plus the five hundred yuan that Tang Shuo gave her, and the seven hundred yuan that Tang Huan had herself, she was now a wealthy woman with some money.

She found out that an ordinary small courtyard now costs at least five or six thousand yuan, but she still lacks more than half of that.

After putting the money into a small red bag and then sealing the bag in an iron box, Tang Huan suddenly felt that the closet was not safe.

The old couple definitely don’t care about her money, but what if a thief breaks into the house?

After standing on a stool and searching for a while, and then squatting on the ground to look around, Tang Huan found a rope to secure the iron box under the bed.

After tying it up, she even imitated a thief looking for something and looked under the bed. The place where she tied it was a visual blind spot, perfect!

After hiding the money, Tang Huan went out to talk to her mother-in-law.

Meng Qinghe had already returned from get off work and was talking to Meng Zeyan on the phone in the house. Tang Huan could still hear her father-in-law talking when she passed by.

As if he had been waiting for her, as soon as she passed by, Meng Qinghe shouted to the outside of the door: “Xiao Huan, come here! Ze Yan has something to tell you.”

“Oh~” Tang Huan took a few steps back and walked into the main house.

As soon as she appeared, Meng Qinghe handed the receiver to her, stood up and walked out to help his wife with some work.

Holding the receiver, Tang Huan took a few deep breaths and put the receiver to his ear, “Brother, do you have something to talk to me about?”

“Yeah.” Meng Zeyan’s steady voice came out of the receiver, “How is your knee? Is the wound not split open?”

This was the first time Tang Huan and Meng Zeyan spoke on the phone after a telephone was installed at home.

Tang Huan held the receiver and slowly circled his fingers on the wire connecting the receiver and the phone. Was the “um” he said in response to her “brother” or did he mean there was something wrong?

“It’s fine. It doesn’t hurt and it’s not cracked.” Tang Huan replied.

She really had nothing to say to him, so she answered whatever he asked.

Meng Zeyan was not ready to hang up the phone, and asked her again: “Did you pick up the things your brother sent?”

“Yes.” Speaking of this, Tang Huan really felt like talking about it, so he kept it a secret and asked, “Do you know what he sent me?”

Meng Zeyan guessed, “Clothes or local specialties?”

Look, this is what a normal person would think of, but unfortunately: “Neither, he sent me a box of books!”

The postage for something this heavy wouldn’t be too low, right?

“Books? Review materials?” Meng Zeyan guessed again that her brother was quite thoughtful.

“…” Tang Huan spoke after a long while, his voice full of endless resentment, “He sent me more than twenty biographies of emperors…”

Meng Zeyan hadn’t expected this and guessed blindly: “He wants you to choose history as your major in college?”

Every time he said something, Tang Huan felt like he was stabbed in the back. I wish Tang Shuo really thought so!

“The letter told me to read it carefully and gain more insights, and to be kind to others and to myself.” No matter how you look at it, this sounds like words of advice to be kind, right? “Does he think I’m not kind?”

Really, Meng Zeyan is also a brother. Although he is a younger brother, his mentality is probably similar. He cannot understand what Tang Shuo means.

Unable to think of any words to comfort Tang Huan, Meng Zeyan slowed down his voice and said to her: “You are very kind.”

Tang Huan agreed with this. Even though Meng Zeyan couldn’t see her, she still nodded in agreement, “I think so too.”

The slightly distorted sound in the receiver couldn’t cover up Meng Zeyan’s joy. He said, “Go eat quickly, and pay attention to your knee injury.”

“Okay, goodbye, brother.” Tang Huan said to the person on the other end with a smile, then put the receiver back on the phone.

After hanging up the phone, I thought, actually, he is fine, right?

Ask her to answer the phone just to ask her how her knee is?

It’s really a little heartwarming.

With a long sigh, Tang Huan turned and walked out.

The old couple had already prepared the food and were waiting for her to come out to eat.

While eating, Tang Huan asked Comrade Xing Cui where she bought her clothes yesterday.

Comrade Xing Cui enthusiastically told Tang Huan the exact location: a whole row of clothing shops had just opened on the East Street of Xinglong Street.

Before going to bed at night, Tang Huan read a few pages of the book and forced herself to sleep.

I wonder if this book can be sold? Otherwise I can only use it for hypnosis every day.

The next morning, Tang Huan was awakened by a sudden knock on the door before her alarm even rang.

Aunt Wu’s loud roar came from the front door. She must have known that her family sold the job but not her.

Tang Huan felt that her mother-in-law was right in this matter. Putting aside other things, if there was anything unsatisfactory at work in the future, Aunt Wu would definitely blame them.

The two families have always had a bad relationship, and they live so close to each other, so they are bound to quarrel every few days.

Tang Huan got up and got dressed, and probably his parents-in-law were also woken up.

Aunt Wu stood at the gate, yelling at the top of her voice: “Xing Cui, you old woman, you sold your job secretly. Are you a human being? I went to your house in person to find you but you refused to sell it. As soon as I left, you sold it to someone else. No one is as bullying as you! Get out here!”

When I got angry, I couldn’t help but jump up and point at the door and curse.

It was still early and many people were still asleep, but Aunt Wu’s loud voice woke up everyone in the two surrounding alleys.

Meng Qinghe was the first to come out and open the door. He was used to getting up early, and as soon as he got up he heard someone swearing outside the door.

As soon as the door opened, Aunt Wu wanted to rush over and scratch someone, but she was held back by the father and son beside her.

“Old Wei, what are you doing?” Meng Qinghe didn’t talk to the aggressive Aunt Wu, but looked at her husband Wei Dapeng.

Wei Dapeng has been trying to persuade him at home for a long time, but he can’t stop doing this.

To be honest, he was also dissatisfied, “Meng, you knew that my family wanted to buy a job, but why didn’t you tell us before you sold a job?”

Meng Qinghe has a good temper, but that doesn’t mean he is a soft persimmon. Hearing this, he smiled and said, “Old Wei, you can always compare prices when buying things. When selling things, don’t you also have to pay attention to mutual consent?”

If they want to buy it, does their family have to sell it to them? Where does this logic come from?

The conflict between Old Wu and Xing Cui has been going on for a long time. Meng Qinghe also knows his wife’s character. He thinks it’s good that she doesn’t bully others, so he has never taken it seriously.

Over the years, there had been some back-and-forth between the two of them, but it was too much for Old Wu to come to his house and stab his wife in the heart.

His wife was aware of the troubles in Old Wu’s family, but she never used them to bully her.

Meng Qinghe admires her for this.