Chapter 14 There is no way to die

Xiang closed her mouth with a guilty conscience. If she left at this time, it would be equivalent to death.

Zhuang Dashan glared at Mr. Xiang and turned his head with a smile on his face.

"Qin Yue, don't be as familiar with her as she is. She just can't figure it out."

"Take care of her, let me hear her next time, and tear her stinky mouth apart. Isn't it nice for me to spend the money I earned on my own?"

After speaking, he walked aside, put the basket on the ground, and began to sort out the medicinal materials and mountain products.

Zhuang Shi knew that his mother had gone too far and hurriedly set the table.

"Qin Yue, let's eat first. I steamed steamed buns with Erhe noodles, boiled mung bean soup, fried tofu, eggs, dried vegetables and braised pork."

Mrs. Xiang curled her lips and muttered in a low voice, "I really don't know how to live. I prepare so many dishes, eat, eat, eat. After eating, see what else I will eat next?"

Zhuang Dashan gave Xiang a hard poke and said in a low voice through gritted teeth:

"Did you spend your money?"

"Now that she marries in, what's hers is ours."

"You, you, open your eyes and take a look. Our stones are being used to make a kang in the woodshed. They are made for the Qin family. The two of them are not sleeping together at all. What does this mean?"

Xiang's eyes widened suddenly, "You said they are a fake couple?"

"This Qin family just wants to find a place to stay. If she doesn't leave this village, she just wants to disgust the Yang family. Please don't get into trouble in the future. If you do this again, don't blame me for falling out."

"Okay, okay, you all go to her, I'm redundant, I might as well die."

"You, you, you are making me mad."

Although the voice was small, Qin Yue could still hear it. Since the second level of Qi training, his body's senses had improved significantly.

She sat at the dinner table and said coldly.

"You can die if you want. Come on, I'll hold you to death, or I'll be a dead ghost. I won't treat you badly and buy you a good coffin."

Mrs. Xiang snorted coldly, unconvinced and wanted to retort, but she looked at Qin Yue, then at her man and son, and held back the words that came to her mouth.

She had a hunch that as long as she dared to speak, Qin Yue would really tear her mouth apart, her husband would not spare her lightly, and her son would hate her for the rest of his life.

Mrs. Xiang couldn't help but curse Mrs. Qin secretly in her heart, hoping that she would go into the mountains and be eaten by wild beasts.

It really affected his appetite. Qin Yue took a few bites of food and went to sort out the medicinal materials.

My aunt is busy every day, saving their lives, providing them with a good life, paying off their debts, and still complaining. She feels really cheap.

I'm so anxious, my aunt will kill your family!
As soon as he started thinking about it, his head started to hurt. Qin Yue cursed Guisun Space silently, and then restrained his murderous intention.

She closed her eyes and sneered, "Old man, there's no way you can die now. I want to show you how I ate your son!"

At the same time, the Yang family began to build a new house, which was still a brick house. Now the people in the village could not sit still.

Even the village chief's house was an adobe house, but the Yang family demolished it all in one go, threatening to hire a construction team from the town to build all the houses with blue bricks and blue tiles.

The villagers gathered around Yang's house all day long, watching with jealousy.

Mrs. Zhou was scratching her neck every day, so proud that she forgot about Mrs. Qin.

After all, Yang Shaohua is a scholar, and he is very fond of ideas.

The Yang family has not been separated yet, so how could all the money he borrowed be used in the old house.

200 taels, but only 100 taels were used to build a house, and he signed documents with his two brothers to divide the family. They were one family on the surface, but they lived their own lives secretly.

The upper house was built with six rooms for Yang Shaohua's family to live with his parents. Four rooms in the east wing were allocated to the eldest son, Yang Shaopeng, and four rooms in the west wing were allocated to Yang Shaoqiang.

The Zhuang family rarely goes out, and the Wu family didn't come here during this period. They don't know about the Yang family.

Soon the farming season came, the village became lively, and the farmer's five acres of wasteland also came into harvest season.

In order to take care of my parents these years, I didn't take good care of it, and the yield was not high. One acre was only about [-] jins. After paying taxes, it was only [-] jins. Five acres would be [-] jins.

Zhuang Shi can take it back by himself without anyone else's help.

During this period of time, Qin Yue was not idle. She bought everything at home, including several large vats, several small vats, wooden barrels, washbasins, and bottles and jars.

The roof, doors and windows have also been repaired, and the whole home has a new look.Although it is an adobe house, it is very clean and comfortable to live in.

Aunt Sun comes over occasionally and sees the changes in the banker. She is really envious, which is different from the jealousy of others.

When it comes to Mr. Qiao, he always makes excuses to come over. Every time he sees a new item added by the dealer, he gets jealous, but he can't open his mouth to ask for it.

Qin Yue had already asked Zhuang Shi to pay back the money. He borrowed seventy kilograms of stick noodles and paid back one hundred kilograms. He also took out ten kilograms of millet, ten kilograms of white rice, and a knife of pork. He even got the interest, and he immediately blocked her mouth. .

Not to mention this, every time Wu came to the house, Zhuang Shi never let her go back empty-handed.

There was meat for meat, and even plenty of dried vegetables, tofu, and wild products were given. No matter how thick-skinned Mr. Qiao was, he was not that thick-skinned.

The dozen or so chickens at home have grown a lot, and they will probably be able to lay eggs by July or August.

When Mrs. Qiao saw that Zhuang Shi actually chopped green vegetables and mixed them with corn noodles to feed the chickens, she immediately became upset.

When I got home, I complained to my husband, "The banker is so rich that he feeds the chicken noodles with stick noodles! Our family is not willing to part with it, but they are! It makes me so angry."

Seeing that her husband didn't respond to her, she kicked her and said, "You're really talking."

"What are you talking about? You can do whatever you want with other people's things. What does it have to do with our family?"

"Bah, it's not time for the poor to borrow food from our family."

Not only Mrs. Qiao had objections, but even Mrs. Xiang couldn't help mumbling.

"It used to be good to be able to eat stick noodles, but now we can even eat chicken. It's really a waste."

As soon as she muttered, Zhuang Dashan would quarrel with her.

"It's easy to eat carrots and worry less. It's good to have you to eat and drink."

Not only did Mrs. Xiang not listen, but she became even more angry, feeling that all this humiliation was brought to her by Mrs. Qin.

Once the busy farming season is over, the Yang family's house is almost ready.

According to the custom of the village, a house warmer was required, but there was no movement at his house. What Zhou said made the people in the village feel cold.

"A bunch of mud-legged people. They don't have many gifts and a lot of food. They don't deserve to come to my house."

She said this in her own home, and was overheard by her neighbors and spread.

The villagers who were waiting for this drink felt embarrassed when they saw Mrs. Zhou, and the women who were usually friendly with Mrs. Zhou also stayed away from her.

After figuring out what was going on, Zhou quickly went to each family to explain.

"That's not what I said. I don't know who is spreading rumors. Don't believe it."

"Then why doesn't your house have a heating system?" the villager asked angrily.

"Isn't it that Shaohua is getting married? I'm thinking of having a warm house and marrying a wife at the same time, so I'll be even happier."

"It's okay if you say that. Don't forget, you can't say what your family's current situation will be like in the future. We will always be useful."

Mrs. Zhou was so angry that her teeth were itching. Are these poor people cursing her family for a difficult future?Still using them?

Ah, it would be nice if she didn't come to ask her son to do something.

He scolded in his heart, but he didn't dare to show a trace of dissatisfaction on his face. This was all Yang Shaohua's fault.

She also pointed at San'er to live a good life, how dare she ruin his good deeds?
The next day, before dawn, Zhuang Shi went to the village to fetch water.

I came so early just to avoid meeting people in the village. Even so, I still met those who liked to talk nonsense.

If it were the Qin family, they would naturally not dare to tease her.

They wouldn't be afraid of Zhuang Shi, a young man under 20 years old.

"Hey, Xiao Shitou, I haven't seen you for a long time, what have you been doing?"

"Taking care of your parents, harvesting the land, threshing wheat, etc., aren't you the same?"

Zhuang Shi had been mentally prepared for a long time, but no matter how prepared he was, his face still burned.

(End of this chapter)

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