I Became a Vicious Supporting Role in the '70s

Liu Sanjin’s heart ached terribly, but she still took out the money. She dared not avoid buying what was needed. The money from Shangjing for this month had not yet been sent over, delayed by many days compared to usual, and she was already quite worried. If she didn’t do as the old man said and he, in a confused moment, wrote a letter to that Mr. Bai, then what would she, her son, and her grandson have left to eat and drink?

With a swipe at her moistened eyes, she quickly went back to get the money.

Lu Changzhu walked into the kitchen, checked the groceries that were bought, and found them satisfactory. He then picked up the basket by the wall and went out to pick vegetables.

With both the eldest and the third son providing filial money, and now the second son’s family willing to contribute to food expenses, he, being advanced in age, no longer wanted to work. It was too exhausting.

He hoped that the second son and fourth son would show some spirit. Ah, being old means having endless worries.

Shen Meng fanned herself, her hand nearly sore from the movement. It was past two o’clock, the weather was getting cooler, and she started to feel sleepy.

Lu Zhenping lay in the room for a while unable to sleep, then went outside, pulling a small bed from the courtyard entrance into the yard, and covered a few children with a sheet. After closing the courtyard door, he took Shen Meng back inside.

"What are you up to? Why are you doing this in broad daylight?"

"I’m not up to anything, just pure sleep. It’s been a while since I’ve laid down this comfortably. I’m having trouble sleeping. Come join me, and we’ll sleep together. The kids are all covered with sheets; they won’t catch a cold."

"Alright, I’m pretty sleepy myself."