Lao Qian is a nouveau riche in the village. His father died early, but his mother brought him up and married him to a wife.
However, he was not filial to his mother, especially his daughter-in-law. Not only did he not ask about his mother, but the old money gave his mother some pocket money. His wife knew, and he should have forced the old money to come back.
Old Qian’s mother felt hopeless in life, so she drank half a bottle of dichlorvos and died.
Since then, the people in the village have met Lao Qian and his wife. He pointed behind his back, saying that they were beasts, and they were very conscienceless.
To avoid the villagers, they bought a small high-rise house in the county town.
They and their son both moved in. Old Qian and his wife stood on a tall building, opened the windows, and gave a panoramic view of the entire county.
“It’s better to live upstairs here,” his wife said to the old Qian.
“It’s so spacious and bright here! It’s so happy in my heart.” Old Qian said with his wife.
“More importantly, when you leave the village, the neighbors of the province are talking nonsense and making irresponsible remarks,” said his wife.
The child looked at his parents and said, “There is a little better.”
“Which is better?” Old Qian and his wife asked in unison.
“Here, I don’t want you to commit suicide after drinking dichlorvos like your grandmother. It’s still uncomfortable in your stomach. You two jump from here, and everything will be solved.”
Old Qian and his wife looked at their children, and their smiley faces were suddenly embarrassed like donkey faces.