Reborn in the 1990s, I want my husband to live to be a hundred.

Chapter 72 How could I possibly help you sell things?

"Fang Tiancheng, you bastard, you're a good-for-nothing! A good-for-nothing who can't earn money and only knows how to beat his wife!" Yao Huaying's soprano voice, trembling with tears, echoed throughout the street.

"Am I a coward? If I hadn't married you, this wretched thing, would I be like this? I was doing just fine at work, living a carefree and leisurely life. Ever since I married you, not a single thing has gone smoothly at home. If I hadn't married you, would I have lost my job?"

"Did I cause your layoff? Would I let you be laid off? Other people are laid off because their factories went bankrupt, but your factory didn't. Why can others still work while you're laid off? It's because you're incompetent and stupid!"

"Am I stupid? Am I as stupid as you? I was laid off and have no salary. My family doesn't have much money to begin with. I said I would go to Shenzhen to work with others, with Mom taking care of the kids and you working as a tailor."

So you said that stationery stores were doing well, and you wanted to start a stationery business, so you invested all your money in it. And what happened? You're left with this pile of stuff at home, which you can't eat or drink, and you can't sell! You idiot!

"You're the idiot! Your whole family are idiots!"

The crisp "pia" sound made your face hurt.

"Fang Tiancheng, you beast! You're incompetent and you're blaming me? I'll fight you to the death!"

Then came the sounds of tables and chairs being moved and falling over, accompanied by the sound of broken dishes.

No one went out, no one tried to persuade them, and no one tried to break up the fight. Everyone stayed in their own homes or at their doorsteps, listening to the commotion and chatting quietly.

"Fang Tiancheng has definitely been 'scraped down' (scraped down is a local term in Pucheng to describe a scratch on the face; it's like scraping radish shreds)!" someone said definitively.

“He’ll say he was scratched by a cat,” someone laughed.

"I bet Yao Huaying will be limping tomorrow."

"Do you think I'm stupid? When has she ever not limped? If you're so capable, let's bet on whether she's limping on her left or right leg!"

I bet she'll have a bruise on her left eye!

"I bet she has a bruise on her right eye!"

"I bet he has panda eyes!"

"I'll bet you everything, Fang Tiancheng's left cheek will have 'radish shreds'!"

I bet he has radish shreds on his right cheek!

......

The argument over there hadn't stopped, but the bets over here were almost placed.

Everyone began to peer towards Yao Huaying's house, waiting for them to come out and decide their fate.

Deng Xiuzhen's family didn't concern themselves with these things; they were all very busy. After meals, the children had to clear the dishes, clean up, and help watch the shop.

Deng Xiuzhen was racking her brains for a speech. This afternoon, Wenjing School was going to hold a school-wide assembly to commend outstanding students. Representatives of the outstanding students were to speak on stage, as were the parents of the outstanding student representatives.

When Qin Wenjing, who has consistently ranked first in her grade, took the stage, it was a natural choice for her.

Wenjing said she felt no pressure, but Deng Xiuzhen, as a mother, felt immense pressure.

In both her past and present lives, she had always stayed within her own little world, living a secluded life. She had never seen such a grand scene before.

She had considered sending Qin Yanlin, but Qin Yanlin's business was booming and he was extremely busy.

Not only did he break his previous routine of going home every day, but he also frequently went on business trips for several days without returning home.

This time, he even said he was going to discuss some big project and would be taking his partners out for half a month.

Helpless, she had no choice but to take on the task herself.

Before Deng Xiuzhen could finish writing her speech, Yao Huaying came to her door with dark circles under her eyes, making Deng Xiuzhen feel sore just looking at her.

She didn't understand why Yao Huaying always glared with those frog-like eyes during arguments. Every time she glared with those frog-like eyes, Fang Tian would beat her until she had black eyes.

"Xiuzhen, have you eaten?" Yao Huaying's face was swollen from the beating, and she could barely speak, but she managed to force a fawning smile.

Deng Xiuzhen's mind went blank with alarm bells, and she nodded, saying, "I ate."

"You've eaten? That's good. Xiuzhen, I need to discuss something with you." Yao Huaying said, slurping her words a few times, probably because her face was a little sore.

That strange expression made Deng Xiuzhen want to laugh, but she held it in. She didn't reply, just quietly looked at Yao Huaying.

"You know, I bought some stationery last time, but I have to flatten and replace zippers to make clothes for people, so I don't have much time to sell them. I was thinking of leaving them with you so you can help me sell them, okay?" Yao Huaying said, forcing a funny smile.

Deng Xiuzhen, however, had no intention of laughing. She couldn't possibly help Yao Huaying sell goods. Firstly, Yao Huaying wasn't one to know her limits. If you helped her sell one batch today, she would bring in another batch for you to sell tomorrow, and she would demand the profit she thought she wanted.

Secondly, she knew that Yao Huaying's goods were of poor quality, and she had argued with customers several times because of quality issues.

The main reason why Yao Huaying's business is not doing well is not Deng Xiuzhen. If she were honest and focused on doing business properly, being next to Deng Xiuzhen would not only not affect her, but would also encourage her.

Unfortunately, she didn't understand; she was only focused on making money and was envious of Deng Xiuzhen. Since she didn't sell many items, and still wanted a profit, she resorted to selling inferior goods to deceive customers. The more she cheated, the worse her business became; eventually, not only did no one buy from her, but she couldn't even sell anything at all.

Deng Xiuzhen's business is thriving; she would never sell counterfeit goods and ruin her own reputation, much less sell counterfeit goods for others.

But how can I explain this to this self-righteous, muddle-headed person?

"Please? We're such good neighbors, can you help me with this little favor?" Yao Huaying pleaded.

"No way! How could I possibly help you sell things?" Yao Huaying's sassy manner gave Deng Xiuzhen goosebumps. The words stuck in her throat were forced out by the nausea.

"How could you do this? We're neighbors, after all. How could you not even help with this small favor? You, you're so heartless!" Yao Huaying's expression immediately changed, and she loudly accused him.

Deng Xiuzhen knew that she couldn't explain herself clearly and lacked self-awareness, so she simply ignored her and went to close the door to write her speech.

When Yao Huaying saw that Deng Xiuzhen went back and ignored her, she was so angry that she glared at her with her toad-like eyes, which bulged out as if they were about to pop out.

However, she also knew that Deng Xiuzhen's family was not easy to bully, so she ultimately did not dare to go in and curse them.

He turned around, muttering and cursing, and went back.

A little while later, the sound of arguing came from her house again.

The noise was so loud that living next door was like being under a loudspeaker. The arguing was like firecrackers going off, making Deng Xiuzhen dizzy, and she, who was already struggling to write, was now completely unable to do so.

With a sigh, Deng Xiuzhen called Wenjing over and asked her to help her think of a solution.

Wenjing laughed when she heard this.

Wenxin said, "Mom, is my sister a mind reader? She said you would definitely come to her for help writing a speech, and you actually came."