Reborn as a Tough Army Wife

Luo Honglan went to ask Luo Zhiyong for money. Because Luo Zhiyong had been instructed by Fang Pingying, he didn't give her the money immediately. Instead, he asked her, "Why do you need so much money all at once?"

"For my sister."

"What do you mean?" Luo Zhiyong frowned at her.

"My sister said she doesn't lack anything and told me to give her the money directly. I've prepared it all already, so I might as well give it to her." Luo Honglan thought it was very simple; she had been ready to give Luo Cuilan the money anyway, so it didn't matter how she gave it to her. Thus, when Luo Cuilan asked her earlier how much money she had saved in the past half year and whether she could borrow some, Luo Honglan went straight to get the money for her.

Fang Pingying did not stop Luo Honglan from taking the money to Luo Cuilan. It had been prepared in any case, but she urged, "Honglan, if you really want to give your sister the money, you can. But wait until mom gets back tonight before giving it to her."

As soon as Fang Pingying finished speaking, Luo Cuilan suddenly pushed the door and came in, "Fang Pingying, what do you mean by that?"

Luo Cuilan had been waiting outside for Luo Honglan to bring out the money. Hearing Fang Pingying trying to stop her, she was worried Luo Honglan would change her mind and so she came in immediately.

After entering, she glared at Fang Pingying angrily and exclaimed, "It's my little sister who's giving me the money, what's it to you if you stop her? You didn't contribute, which is fine, I didn't force you to anyway, even though you clearly promised to provide a dowry for me yourself."

Luo Zhiyong frowned at Luo Cuilan, who had burst in, and scolded, "Don't be anxious. We won't go back on our word. I will certainly buy a dowry, but let's talk about it after you've discussed the banquet arrangements."

"If you're going to host a banquet, the gifts we bring will be different. If not, the gifts will be different too." Fang Pingying glanced at her and continued, "If you're not concerned about the Luo Family's face, we need to be. We can't let people say that the Luo Family is stingy, just sending someone off in such a poor and shabby way."

Hearing this, Luo Cuilan impatiently yelled at Fang Pingying, "Fang Pingying, why do you bother with so many things? It's my wedding, whether it's shabby or grand is none of your business."

After Fang Pingying heard this, she didn't hold back either. Her face grew stern as she coldly told her, "Fine, I'll back off. You siblings go outside and talk, don't do this in my room."

"But the dowry..."

"Don't talk to me about the dowry. You just said you don't want me to interfere, and I won't," Fang Pingying frowned at them. "Zhiyong, you guys go outside and decide. Do whatever you want."

After saying this, Fang Pingying pushed the three of them out and closed the door behind them.

It was better if she wasn't involved; this way, she would also save on the dowry.

It's not like she should still have to contribute money if she's not meddling in these matters.

Even if she did say those words before, there was no signed contract or anything stipulating that she had to follow through.

Originally, she had said that if Luo Cuilan were to marry following the normal process, they were willing to buy a dowry and not make a laughingstock in the village. But now, Luo Cuilan was already a joke by herself; let others look if they want to.

And since Luo Cuilan was being so adamant, Fang Pingying decided not to care.

As for Luo Zhiyong, if he wanted to deal with it, let him; he only had the bit of money distributed by the military during the New Year to spend for the family's New Year expenses.

He had to give Zhou Yunmei a sum, and the next day he had to give more to Fang Ping'an to pay his New Year's visit, plus the travel expenses for their trip here and there. Let's see how much he has left.

Anyway, Luo Zhiyong said that if it's just ordinary expenses at home, Fang Pingying doesn't need to contribute; he can manage it.

The three Luo siblings didn't quite know what was said outside, but in the end, all they heard was Luo Zhiyong and Luo Cuilan bickering, culminating in Luo Cuilan storming out in a huff, and Luo Zhiyong returning to the house, fuming with anger.

Fang Pingying had said she would no longer involve herself in Luo Cuilan's affairs, and truly, she didn't. Seeing Luo Zhiyong so extremely agitated, she didn't ask anything and just quietly continued with her own tasks.

After a while, just as Luo Zhiyong was about to speak up, an extremely joyful shout suddenly came from outside the courtyard from Zhou Yunmei, "Old man, come out quick, I have some great news to tell you."

On hearing this, Fang Pingying was slightly startled.

Today, Zhou Yunmei had taken Fang Xiu and Luo Zhiming to the hospital. Now, she returned this happy; could there be some unexpected good news?

Fang Pingying opened the door and walked out. As soon as Zhou Yunmei saw her, she rushed over, smiling, and said, "Pingying, do you know? Xiu'er is pregnant."

"Pregnant?" Fang Pingying thought this was too much of a coincidence, to be pregnant just by going to the hospital for a check-up.

She looked towards Fang Xiu, who was leaning against Luo Zhiming. While there was also a smile on her face, it didn't seem to be one of extreme happiness.

On the contrary, Luo Zhiming was quite elated, grinning ear to ear, and kept talking enthusiastically to Fang Xiu.

Of course, the most overjoyed was Zhou Yunmei — her face full of smiles, wrinkles and all, "Yes, the doctor said it's been a little over a month, and the pregnancy is very stable."

Luo Zhiming smiled and gently rubbed Fang Xiu's belly, continuing Zhou Yunmei's words, "My wife is so capable, next year, she'll definitely bear me a big, plump son."

Fang Pingying couldn't help but feel a bit sensitive; although Fang Xiu looked happy, from her reaction, the smile on her face didn't seem genuinely heartfelt, as if it didn't come from deep within.

As Fang Pingying herself was also pregnant, she knew the kind of surprise and joy a woman would feel upon first realizing she was pregnant.

But when she looked at Fang Xiu again, Fang Xiu was already discussing the baby with Luo Zhiming, so she didn't think too much of it.

Both daughters-in-law in the family were expecting, naturally, everyone was extremely delighted.

Even the typically stoic Luo Dashan, after coming out from the house and hearing the news, was so happy that he took a bottle from home and said he would go out to get some wine, planning to drink a few glasses with his two sons in the evening. The most up-to-date version is on M(VLEMPY)R.

Then he came to Zhou Yunmei for some money.

Zhou Yunmei very generously pulled out 50 cents from her pocket and handed it to Luo Dashan, "Go ahead, get more, and bring back the wine for the new year as well. Our household will have many celebrations this year, and surely no shortage of guests."

"Alright then, I'll take a big jar to fill up." Taking the large jar, Luo Dashan chuckled and reached out to Zhou Yunmei again, "But, my dear wife, if I really fill this jar, this amount won't be enough."

This time, Zhou Yunmei quickly took out another one yuan from her pocket and handed it to Luo Dashan, "Here's another 50 cents for you, even if we're running out of money, we cannot skimp during the New Year."

Luo Zhiyong caught the hint when Zhou Yunmei emphasized the matter of money, and while the whole family was present at the moment, she immediately followed Fang Pingying's directive and took out 30 dollars from her pocket, handing it to Zhou Yunmei, "Mom, this is the money for this month. I thought I haven't bought anything for you and dad, so I gave a bit extra. You can spend it as you like."

When Luo Zhiyong handed over the money, she spread out the three ten-yuan notes for everyone in the courtyard to see.

Upon seeing the money being handed over, the eyes of Luo Zhiming and his wife brightened momentarily, as they started to ponder if they could get some from Zhou Yunmei.

On the other hand, Luo Dashan saw and called out to halt Luo Zhiyong, "Why give so much..."

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