Yu's father was in a bad mood and suddenly exploded: "Can you accumulate some virtue and stop speaking so recklessly? The son of the Zhang Family was a martyr; he made contributions on the battlefield. How can you speak about him that way?"
Yu's mother probably felt she had misspoken: "Alright, I won't say anymore. It's such a small matter, and you are making a big deal out of it."
Seeing Yu's father ignoring her, she mumbled to herself: "It turned out to be a bargain for that dead girl Xinyan. It's just that our Erli wasn't that lucky. What a pity, we can't get the five yuan from the Zhang Family monthly anymore."
At first, she didn't think much of it, only about not having to repay the Lyu Family's two hundred yuan debt. But when the time came and there was no more income of five yuan from the Zhang Family in town, she began to feel like she'd lost out.
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