It’s time to break

Qin Zhiyi lowered her eyes, this was what she was waiting for.

Seeing that everyone was chattering, she finally expressed her stance.

"Mrs. Qin, based on seniority, I have to call you aunt, but since I returned to Qinjiazhuang, some of the things you have done are more chilling than the last. Everyone has seen these."

After she finished speaking, she glanced at everyone.

The crowd of people watching also nodded at this time.

They also remembered clearly what happened when Qin Zhiyi was in the village.

At the beginning, Qin Zhiyi and Qin Ping'an were their favorite couple.

I thought there was no way these two could achieve success, but Mrs. Qin had so many choices to choose from, she always felt that no one was worthy of her son.

I remember that when Qin Zhiyi was thirteen or fourteen, Mrs. Qin stood directly in front of Qin Zichang's house and scolded her all morning just because the two of them came a little closer.

It was Old Mrs. Qin who picked up a rolling pin and drove the people away before settling the matter.

A little girl of thirteen or fourteen also wanted to be embarrassed. She was scolded like this and then beaten up by her father with a stick.

The originally smart little girl has become a bit dull since then.

Fortunately, Qin Zhiyi is as alive as before, but Mrs. Qin's ghost is still there and she is stirring up trouble here again.

When everyone was talking, they were already discussing the events of that year in low voices.

Qin Zhiyi just remained silent and let Mrs. Qin listen.

Some things are more powerful when spoken by others than by her.

When everyone was talking about it, Qin Zhiyi said: "Since you think we have tricked you, take this grandson back. Anyway, if you dry it and eat it yourself, it is also a dish, so you can't lose it. If

If you think you want to sell it, take it to the county town and the price will be the same."

When Mrs. Qin heard this, she opened her mouth.

She knew better than anyone what the price of bamboo shoots was in the city, and it could be said that it was exactly the same price as Qin Zhiyi's.

But if she really carried it to the city by herself, not to mention the time wasted, she would have to take a bullock cart to go back and forth.

The oxcart took half a day to reach the town, and she spent some money to have a bowl of rice. Even two steamed buns cost money. After half a day's work, she went to the mountains to look for other wild vegetables, which she might be able to sell for some money.

It can be said that if Qin Zhiyi is willing to accept it, it will indeed save time and effort, but if she is unwilling to accept it, it is really not worthwhile to go there by herself.

"No, no, no, I was confused and said the wrong thing just now. Ayi, Auntie knows that you have a good heart. You let people in the village break the bamboo shoots and sell them. It's all for our own good. Auntie, I'll give you this as 90 pounds

, okay?”

Qin Zhiyi said coldly: "No, I can't afford your things."

Mrs. Qin stared at the people around her, but no one helped her.

Qin Zhiyi was too lazy to give her any more excuses, and immediately said to Aunt Guo: "Aunt Guo, weigh all their bamboo shoots. Forget about the money. It is estimated that the loss will be the last wave. Give it to them."

Don’t delay things after it’s finished, let’s get all those bamboo shoots done, and I’ll make them into stuffed bamboo shoots later.”

"Okay, I'll go right now."

Aunt Guo was worried that this young lady was soft-hearted, but fortunately she was much more determined than she imagined.

She had long known that Mrs. Qin was not a good person, but she never expected that her young lady had suffered so much before.

When she stepped forward to collect the bamboo shoots, she deliberately bypassed Mrs. Qin, and took other people's bamboo shoots and put them on the scale with a smile. She gave as much as she should give, and she harvested the big ones and the small ones. In short,

As long as the goods are good, she is happy.

Mrs. Qin saw that everyone around her was taking things to sell, and she really had no choice.

He continued to say good things to Qin Zhiyi: "Ayi, please, please, please. Look at your brother Ping An, who has been lying in bed for several years. If I say something that I shouldn't say, he is still thinking about you.

He is the only man in our family. He can't do anything now, so I can only exchange these things for a small amount of money. If you don't accept them, our life will really be difficult..."

At this point, Mrs. Qin started to cry.

No matter how you look at it, he looks like he is crying endlessly.

"Ayi, just put your things away."

A familiar voice reached her eardrums. Qin Zhiyi turned around and saw her mother, Qin Zhuang, standing there comforting Mrs. Qin.

"Collected? I just happened to have collected enough here. One or two thousand catties of bamboo shoots, enough for several months."

When Mrs. Qin Zhuang heard what she said, she looked at Qin Zhiyi with extremely strange eyes: "Daughter, how can you say that? An extra ninety pounds is not too much, just treat it as a favor, Aunt Qin."

"Help?"

Qin Zhiyi smiled even more happily: "I really can't help. You also know that all the money belongs to Fei Chengsheng, not mine. Otherwise, when he comes back, mother will talk to him again. Look,

Will he accept it or not?"

Mrs. Qin Zhuang opened her mouth, but she never expected that her daughter would refuse so decisively.

Suddenly she realized a problem. Her daughter had not forgotten or not remembered what happened back then, but she had always remembered it.

Now he doesn't even sell her face because he still hates her.

Qin Zhiyi didn't care what Qin Zhuang thought, but sat on the threshold of the yard and started peeling bamboo shoots.

Mrs. Qin also didn't expect that Qin Zhiyi didn't even want to show her mother's face. After wiping away her tears, she dragged Qin Xiaomei and pulled the bamboo shoots home.

When Mrs. Qin Zhuang saw that everyone was almost gone, she walked to Qin Zhiyi and said, "Ayi, tell your mother, do you still hate me?"

"yes."

Qin Zhiyi still lowered her head to peel the bamboo shoots, never looking at her mother.

"Back then, my father wanted to marry me to an 80-year-old man who was suffering from a stroke and hemiplegia and was about to die for ten taels of silver. Did you ever step in to stop him?"

Mrs. Qin Zhuang opened her mouth. She had not thought about stopping her, but she had also thought that when her daughter was raised, she would eventually get married.

Marrying an old official is actually no different from marrying an ordinary person. The most important thing is that marrying into an official's family means that at least you don't have to worry about food and drink.

"You may think it's for my own good. At least I won't have to worry about food and drink when I marry. But can an old man with hemiplegia and stroke protect me? When Mr. Li went out, they kicked me out. Don't think I don't know.

, If it weren’t for the fact that I have some money and can manage my own household, I’m afraid you wouldn’t care about the life and death of me and my two children.”

Her voice was calm, but her body was trembling slightly as she spoke.

She knew that these were the original owner's grievances and unwillingness, and the original owner's resonance with her words.

"Ayi... Mom was really confused at the time. Mom was afraid that if I stopped her, your dad would beat me... Those things are over, and your dad treats you well now. Really, even at home, he treats you every day.

My daughter always talks about it and praises everyone she meets..."

"That's enough, stop talking."

She threw the half-peeled bamboo shoots on the ground and said coldly: "My father treats me well now. He talks about me every day and praises me when he meets everyone. Don't you know the reason? If it were me

I came back penniless. If I had not met Mr. Fei, if Mr. Fei had not fallen in love with me, what do you think my father would be like?"
Chapter completed!