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Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147: Chapter 144: Say It, Do It

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Under the incomprehension of outsiders, when Zhang Shan Ni said she would do something, she meant it.

The village official, her adoptive father, was well-connected with people from the commune, and as soon as she went to the brigade to apply for a visiting certificate, Xie Tiesheng immediately knew about it.

After all, if Xie Tiesheng had agreed, Zhang Shan Ni wouldn’t have gone to get the certificate herself.

Such a simple truth, during those shrewd years of the seventies and eighties, who wouldn’t understand?

No wonder, shortly after starting work, Xie Tiesheng came home with a darkened face. Seeing his wife making jerky, he softened his voice, "Wife, where is Third Son’s Wife?"

"Ni? She went up the mountain, I think. She said it’s getting colder and wanted to hurriedly preserve more meat for us, fearing that we old folks would go hungry when she’s not around."

"You knew?" Xie Tiesheng asked, surprised.

"How could I not know? She talked to you at noon and came to speak to me at night." Zhou Xiuhua lowered her head to continue her work, the bitterness overwhelming as she thought about the expression on little girl’s face when she pleaded with her.

"What about you then? You didn’t get upset, right? Okay, stop it. Let Wu’er’s family do it."

"I’m fine, I’m not that delicate. Wu’er’s family said she has back pain and needed to sleep. Waiting for her to do it would be slower than me doing it myself." Zhou Xiuhua replied helplessly as Xie Tiesheng took the meat from her hands.

"That Wu’er’s family really..." Xie Tiesheng didn’t even know what to say about her. frёewebηovel.cѳm

Ever since his wife rejected Wu’er’s plea to visit her parents in front of her, that lazy woman has become more shameless by the day: neglecting the children, ignoring household chores, and pretending not to hear most of the time—it’s just infuriating.

"Ah well, don’t mention her anymore. Even Wu’er doesn’t want to deal with her. Let her continue her antics; she’ll regret it in the future."

Zhou Xiuhua waved her hand in disdain and glanced at her husband with a deep sigh, "Let her be, that woman is her own husband."

In those times, not many people took the idea of getting a divorce lightly, even Old Five’s couple were arguing yet still heckling each other.

In Zhou Xiuhua’s view, although Third Son’s Wife had only been married in for less than two months, she had registered the marriage and consummated it with Third Son; thus, she was indeed Xie Family’s legitimate daughter-in-law.

If something truly happened to Third Son, apart from his parents, Third Son’s Wife would be the one most devastated.

Compared to others who wouldn’t care less if someone cursed their husbands, Zhou Xiuhua actually preferred someone like Zhang Shan Ni who took things to heart.

Isn’t this showing that Third Son’s Wife cares about their Third Son? Otherwise, why would she even be bothered by what people say to this extent?

Only what one cherishes deeply, would one not allow any kind of disrespect or curse.

"That little wife is just blabbering..." Xie Tiesheng, thinking of his youngest son whom he was proud of, was so angry he couldn’t even speak properly.

"Go on, watch your language." Zhou Xiuhua sternly looked at her husband. "No matter what others say, if Ni didn’t care about Third Son, would she be this anxious and worried?"

"..." Xie Tiesheng found relieve in that point and felt a bit better.

He had been cornered mentally these past few days, unwittingly redirecting his frustration towards Third Son’s Wife.

Of course, his irritation was also fueled by some resentment towards Zhang Shan Ni. His youngest child had gone through such an ordeal, and yet the Wang Family’s siblings were let off so lightly by her; it truly angered him!

Another thing, he was also furious with himself for his temporary blank mind! If he had reacted faster, Third Son’s Wife wouldn’t have let the matter drop so easily!

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