Back home, Ding Yun immediately sat on the living room sofa and asked, "What are you planning to do next?"
Needless to say, she was asking Liu Lan.
"I don't know..."
Actually, Liu Lan's mind was as confused as scrambled eggs when she left the hospital. At the same time, her surprise was no less than her father, Liu Guoding.
Because both she and Liu Guoding clearly remembered that Liu Guoding was indeed injured.
The wound should have been deep, otherwise he wouldn't have fallen unconscious.
Nor would so much blood have scared Liu Lan.
But the reality was that Liu Guoding's forehead had no wound at all, which made them feel a little dazed, making them doubt their own memories.
Doubting the truth of their previous memories, doubting whether they were dreaming or hallucinating.
Therefore, even though many things happened afterward, Liu Lan still hadn't come out of her previous confusion. She still didn't understand why the situation had become like this, so she was just perfunctory in response to Ding Yun's question.
Her mind wasn't even thinking about Ding Yun's question.
Seeing her perfunctory response, Ding Yun couldn't stand it:
"Did you hear me? I asked what you plan to do next. Are you going back to that basement to take care of your father, or what?"
"Don't play deaf and mute with me!"
As she spoke, Ding Yun's voice involuntarily became much louder, all to make Liu Lan sober up and reply quickly.
"Huh?"
Only then did Liu Lan come back to her senses and say with a wry smile:
"No, Mom, how could I possibly go back? My dad and I fought, so what if there's another conflict if I go back? Besides, my dad doesn't seem to care if I'm filial or not. He cares if I have money to be filial, not pure filial piety.
As soon as I ran out of savings, he turned on me.
So let's forget about it."
Hearing her say this, Ding Yun couldn't help but laugh in anger:
"You're really funny. Your dad isn't paralyzed in bed needing someone to help him with his bodily functions. What kind of filial piety are you talking about if you have no money? If he had money, then your filial piety would be fine, and he might grudgingly accept it.
But he's as broke as you are.
What he lacks most is wealthy filial piety, the kind of filial piety that spends money on him, not spending his money to be filial to him. Spending his money to be filial to him, what's the difference from hiring a nanny? Oh, no, there is a difference.
At least not such a cheap nanny."
"Mom, I'm just poor. Do you have to mock me like this? Are all poor people supposed to die?"
Listening to Ding Yun's sarcastic words, Liu Lan's emotions were on the verge of collapse, and she roared with grief and indignation.
"It's not that being poor is a crime. Forced poverty only earns pity and heartache. But are you forced to be poor? Are you paralyzed and unable to move, or do you have a problem with your brain and are deemed completely incapable of working?
You are normal, very normal.
Liang Jing in our village is like you, a widow with a son. Her monthly salary is over six thousand, sometimes even eight thousand when she's busy. Besides being very tired, she has almost no major demands.
If you learned from her, would I say anything to you?
Even if you don't learn from her, if you had a man to rely on, I wouldn't say anything, right? After all, there are many housewives, but who do you rely on?
Do you rely on me?
How many more years can I live at my age? Now you have Liu Guoding as an additional burden. Do you think I go out for square dancing every morning and evening for fun? For leisure?
Am I not doing it to exercise and live a few more years?
So that if I die, you two won't starve to death!"
At this point, Ding Yun's emotions eased a little:
"I think some things need to change. From now on, there will be no place for you in this house. If you want to live at home, you have to pay accommodation fees first, and then meal fees. Otherwise, you can go live outside. Whether you sleep under a bridge or on a park bench, don't expect me to pity you.
This is how cold-blooded and heartless I am now!"
"In short, there's only one thing: you need to get a job and earn money. Whether it's picking up trash, cleaning, or being a nanny, you have to make money. Don't expect me to support you anymore. You're almost forty this year.
Have some dignity!"
After finishing, Ding Yun started to usher her out. Even though Liu Lan was still very reluctant, and even used her son as an excuse, asking if she could wait until her son returned and she saw him before leaving, she couldn't make Ding Yun relent and let her stay.
Because years ago, the original owner had also tried to get rid of her. She had also used her son as an excuse to stay a bit longer. The original owner, worried that her grandson would be sad if he suddenly couldn't see his mother, had eventually relented and let her stay a bit longer.
And then, that concession just kept going.
She failed to get her to go out to work.
This time, Ding Yun could not repeat the same mistake, so she resolutely and decisively kicked her out. Moreover, while Liu Lan was still lingering outside and hadn't left, she specifically called some people to install broken glass shards and electric fences on the courtyard walls.
This was to prevent her from climbing over the wall again.
This completely cut off her path to enter through the main gate.
And this was not the end, because changing a person is never a simple or easy matter, especially a stubborn freeloader like Liu Lan.
So Ding Yun specifically transformed and cast a magic tracking spell on her. Then, at night, she secretly found Liu Lan, who had nowhere to live and had returned to sleep in the basement that was temporarily empty because the person who occupied it was now detained. She cast several "Yellow Millet Dream" immortal arts on her, making her have nightmares.
Hoping to awaken her this way.
The dreams were also pre-written by Ding Yun.
There were three in total.
The first dream was that Ding Yun would fall seriously ill in less than two years. Due to lack of savings, she wouldn't have the money for treatment. Even with medical insurance, she wouldn't have money for treatment and would die at home. After her death, her pension would naturally disappear, and Liu Lan and her son would soon live in poverty.
They couldn't even afford books for school.
Then they starved to death at home.
The second dream was that Ding Yun would hold on until Hu Huanhuan went to college before passing away. Then Hu Huanhuan would have to work hard in college, doing odd jobs, earning money for his tuition and living expenses, and also sending money home to support his mother.
Then he would fall ill before graduating from college and die suddenly at his part-time job.
The third dream was that Ding Yun would no longer help her, nor let her see her son Hu Huanhuan. Then she would become a wanderer, a beggar, and eventually starve to death on the streets.
Her body would start to smell before she was discovered.
These dreams were, of course, exaggerated, but exaggeration is normal when trying to warn someone. After casting these three "Yellow Millet Dream" immortal arts, Ding Yun went home to sleep. She also secretly planned to use the remaining six "Yellow Millet Dream" immortal arts that she had already prepared and wouldn't mind using on her daughter over the next two days.
If even this couldn't make her wake up.
Then she would have to completely give up on her.
After all, rotten wood cannot be carved.
She had already done her best, even using legendary immortal arts. What else could she do? If this still didn't work, unless Ding Yun directly used hypnosis spells to forcibly change her thoughts, there was probably no hope of getting her to work.
But what would be the point of doing that?
It would just be a puppet without thoughts, a tool for making money. Ding Yun didn't truly lack that little bit of salary.