MTL - There is Room For Abandoned Women In the 1980s-Chapter 107 Don't you want to blackmail me?

Chapter 107 Don’t you want to blackmail me?

Liang Meizhi went out and saw Zheng Xinyue and Gao Guilan waiting at the door, so she walked over.

“Auntie.” Zheng Xinyue saw the bag of flour in her hand and shouted with a smile.

“This is ten pounds of cornmeal. How many pounds do you have for these vegetables?”

Liang Meizhi handed over the dough bag and stared at the backpack. Can these weigh twenty kilograms?

"Auntie, we don't know how much this weighs. Do you have a scale at home? Just take it in and weigh it and we will know."

Zheng Xinyue generously handed over the backpack. She had no idea of ​​the weight, but it felt heavy to carry.

"Sister, these vegetables in my house are twenty-three pounds, which is just a little more. The corn noodles you brought are only ten pounds. Do you think you should give me another pound and a half of corn noodles or should I take them back?"

Gao Guilan went over and picked up the noodle bag. She knew what was going on. She looked at Liang Meizhi and said very confidently.

"You're not trying to blackmail me, are you? Can these weigh twenty-three pounds?"

Liang Meizhi looked at Gao Guilan suspiciously.

　　"You take out the scale and we will face each other clearly."

When Gao Guilan saw her doubting herself, she immediately raised her voice and insisted on confronting her.

 “Okay, I’ll go get the scale right now, don’t leave.”

Liang Meizhi and Gao Guilan were at loggerheads. She was afraid that she would not get anything if Gao Guilan left, so she moved her backpack into the yard and ran into the house to get the scale.

Such a fuss attracted Wang Caihong's attention. She sat up and combed her hair. She wanted to go out and watch the excitement after lying there for several days.

 “Mom, what’s wrong?”

"It's okay. Two rural people came to exchange for food. Mom thinks the food they brought is not enough. Go out and weigh it. You should get up soon. What's so good about two rural people?"

Liang Meizhi saw that her precious daughter was disturbed. The sun was hot outside and she was reluctant to let her go out.

"oh?"

Wang Caihong lost interest upon hearing this and nodded in agreement. However, he did not lie down again. Instead, he stood up and walked around the house. He was bored and didn't want to go out to be exposed to the sun, so he leaned against the window to watch the excitement.

Her family was in good condition, except for her two nieces and nephews, all of them had jobs. The furnishings in the house were much better than those in ordinary homes. There were two solid wood chairs by the window. She half-knelt on the chair and stretched her neck to look out the window.

Her mother was blocking the door with her back to her, and she couldn't see the two rural women outside. She was actually very curious. How dare you go to the city to exchange food at this time? How dare you? What kind of person does she want to see?

“Hey, do you have a scale at home? How do you say it’s accurate?”

After Liang Meizhi finished weighing in the hospital, she looked at Gao Guilan in surprise. Can a sick rural woman know the weight just by holding it with her hands? It's also a skill to keep every pound right. Did she think Gao Guilan was fooling people just now?

 “It’s not weighed, I just weigh it with my hand.”

Gao Guilan raised her tail triumphantly. She had never missed this move in the countryside. It was considered a unique skill.

Zheng Xinyue looked at her mother with admiration. How many skills did she not know?

“Okay, let’s consider the extra three kilograms as the price of the flour bag! I see you didn’t bring any flour bags.”

Liang Meizhi rolled her eyes. She wanted to take advantage of these three kilograms and did not plan to give them any more corn noodles. She had a lot of pockets at home, and this one was not enough.

“No, I did bring a flour bag. If you don’t want these three kilograms of vegetables, I’ll take them back.”

 Can Gao Guilan let her take advantage? He immediately put the vegetables on the ground, took out a folded flour bag from under the basket, and handed it to his daughter: "Xinyue, hold on."

 She just called her daughter's name out of habit, and no one in the city knew Xinyue anyway.

Wang Caihong, who was watching the excitement from the window, felt like he was struck by lightning?

 Happy month?

 Zhang Hongbin’s daughter-in-law seems to be called this name?

 (End of this chapter)