The Eighties Matriarch Cuts Ties with Her Family, and They Beg Her to Come Home

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Mini-Theater 1: Broom The next day at noon, He Jinzhi was sorting goods at the entrance of the store when she saw Lu Weidong riding his old bicycle over from afar, with a cardboard box on the back of the bike. "Mom." Lu Weidong parked the car, a smile on his face. "I brought you some oranges, from the south." He Jinzhi didn't look up and continued checking the goods: "Put them on the ground." "Mom, I have something to tell you. I've been promoted to deputy section chief in the supply and marketing department. Director Wang said that from now on, if Heji's cloth goes through my connections, they'll get an extra five percent in profits..." He Jinzhi straightened up and slammed the ledger in her hand onto the counter. "What does your position as section chief have to do with me?" "Look at you, I was just thinking of you. Please revise the contract and let me handle it for you..." Before she could finish speaking, He Jinzhi had already grabbed the bamboo broom behind the door and started sweeping under Lu Weidong's feet. "Get out of here! You have no way out here! Your position as section chief was earned with your own mother's life, and you still have the nerve to show your face?" Lu Weidong took two steps back, his face flushed with embarrassment: "You're so old, why are you still so hot-tempered? How many more years can you keep this up?" He Jinzhi slammed the broom on the ground, raised her chin, and said, "How many years have I been jumping around like this? I'll jump around until you kneel down and beg me, and I won't even give you a second glance. Do you believe me?" Several neighbors had already gathered at the entrance of the alley. Aunt Li came out with her rice bowl, looking at the scene with a smile: "Jinzhi, give me the broom, I'll sweep for you." Lu Weidong's face turned bright red. He got on his bicycle and rode off, leaving the orange box crookedly by the roadside. He Jinzhi swept the box against the wall with a broom and shouted at the onlookers, "Everyone, disperse! There's nothing to see here. I still have business to do!" After saying that, she turned and went into the house, leaned the broom against the door, and muttered to herself, "How many years am I supposed to keep jumping around? I'll keep jumping around until I'm ninety-nine, and I'll make you bunch of ungrateful wretches furious." After closing the shop at night, He Jinzhi sat alone behind the counter, finished calculating the day's accounts, and then took out the contract from her pocket and read it word by word. After reading it, she folded the contract, put it under her pillow, and stood up to stretch. "Finally, I can take a breather." She walked into the yard and looked up at the sky. The stars were shining brightly on this August night. Lu Changfu called from inside the house, "Aren't you going to sleep?" "Coming soon." The days are long and the road is far. "Take it slow," she told herself. "I have plenty of strength." Pushing open the door to enter the room, Lu Changfu had already laid out the quilt for her, placed the thermos on the head of the kang (a heated brick bed), and turned the lamp wick to a small position. She crawled into bed, placed the account book beside her pillow, and closed her eyes. I have to get up early tomorrow. But tonight, I'll get a good night's sleep. —The trial run has been completed, so how can Old Lady He continue to cause trouble! ヽ(*≧ω≦)ﾉ He Jinzhi's road to wealth is still long, and so is the author's. I will work hard.