Cheng Qingwen followed the sound and saw Cheng Hua'er standing at the door holding a basin of clothes, her eyes slightly red, as if she had cried.
"I saw the land was empty, so I planted something." She put down the hoe and suddenly realized what she had in her hand: "Mom, this pheasant just climbed down the slope into our yard.
, I just caught it and killed it to eat tonight."
Cheng Hua'er was very happy about the plump pheasant: "Okay, I will boil hot water to kill the chicken now, and then stew it, and then we can eat it at night."
Cheng Qingwen nodded and smiled, and the mother and daughter walked to the kitchen talking and laughing.
"I just went to do laundry, and I heard people in the village saying that Song Da hurriedly went to Widow Chen's natal home in the next village." The woman said while working, "I heard that when I got on the bullock cart, her legs were still there.
It was shaking and I almost fell."
"Well, if he dares to come here next time, I will really let him be a eunuch."
Cheng Hua'er listened to these words with joy in her heart and a smile on her face, and even started talking more.
The mother and daughter had been busy in the kitchen all afternoon, and in the evening, the fragrant chicken finally appeared on the table.
Cheng Qinghan swallowed the chicken soup, blew on it casually, and then put it into her mouth.
"Slow down, there are still so many." Cheng Hua'er doted on the girl and kept adding chicken to her bowl.
When they were almost done eating, Cheng Qingwen put down the bowl and chopsticks and asked softly: "What happened to grandma this afternoon?"
The woman's movements paused, and she immediately felt nauseated as she thought of the man's frivolous tone and his eyes that were glued to her body that afternoon.
Then he quickly suppressed it and shook his head: "What can happen to me? I just went to wash my clothes."
The girl's eyes seemed to be able to see through her thoughts.
"Auntie, actually..."
"Ms. Cheng, it turns out you are having dinner." A fat and strong aunt walked towards the door, with a fake smile on her face: "Oh, there are chickens, so why did you come to my house to borrow food in the afternoon?
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A trace of embarrassment flashed across Cheng Hua'er's face, and he stood up quickly: "This is a pheasant. I was lucky enough to pick it up."
"Let me tell you, your dowry has been taken away by Song Da. How can you still have money to buy chickens?" The aunt nodded: "What Da Qiang said today was a bit unpleasant, but it was not wrong. You put it
Huanyuan marries our son, and I will give you ten catties of rice. Isn’t this deal a good deal?"
Cheng Hua'er's face was slightly cold: "My Huanwan is still young and has not yet been married to someone else."
"She's already fourteen, and she'll be a girl next year. Our two families are right next door. If you really can't bear to part with her, just walk a few steps." The aunt looked the girl up and down and said with a smile, "Huanhan looks so thin.
But don’t worry, no matter whether it’s a boy or a girl, as long as she can have a baby, I will treat her as an ancestor.”
Cheng Qingwen felt uncomfortable looking at her. She frowned and found this person from the memory of the original owner. The wife of her next door neighbor, Song Daqiang's wife, Wang, gave birth to three daughters and a son. The daughters were all married, and the son was a fool.
, the fool whose hand she broke off yesterday...
"Aunt Wang, please stop talking, I will not marry Huan Huan to your son."
"Ms. Cheng, don't be so shameless. My son is a bit stupid. Apart from this, what else makes him unworthy of your daughter?" Aunt Wang rolled her eyes, approached the woman and threatened: "
Your family has run out of food, do you have the luck to pick up pheasants every day? Sooner or later, Huanhan will starve to death with you, why not marry into my family and enjoy the blessings, not to mention big fish and meat, at least she won't starve to death."
Cheng Qingwen rubbed his eyebrows and was about to speak when he was interrupted by the person in front of him.
"Huan Huan, you broke my son's hand. If I go to the Yamen to sue you, you will go to jail." When Aunt Wang couldn't talk to Cheng Hua'er, she changed her target.
She sat down, facing Cheng Qingwan, and grabbed a piece of chicken from the bowl and ate it while talking.
"As long as you marry into our family and have a daughter, I won't care about any of this."
Cheng Qingwen looked at her glossy mouth and chuckled: "I'm the one who wants to sue her to the Yamen."
"Hey, if you broke my son's hand, how come you have to sue the government?" Aunt Wang shouted indistinctly, inserting meat into her waist.
"Have you forgotten what happened last night? I remember it very clearly. Song Daqiang was among the men who wanted to insult my mother-in-law at that time."
The person in front of me paused, his eyes a little flustered: "No..."
"If I sue to the Yamen, do you think your family can run away just because my mother and I are injured?" Cheng Qingwen's eyes were stern, and the words he spat out were even more chilling.
After all, Aunt Wang is a rural woman with long hair and short knowledge. A few words made her dizzy.
By the time she reacted, she had already walked out of Cheng's house.
Cheng Qingwen rubbed her forehead and breathed a sigh of relief. Whenever Aunt Wang had ever entered a yamen, she would know that she was trying to scare her. In a place like the yamen, as long as you bribe her with money, you can turn black into white.
"Huanhan, the village chief and the pavilion chief are old acquaintances. We can't say anything again after what we just said. If we really go to the Yamen, we may not win. When Aunt Wang comes to her senses tomorrow, she will probably come to make trouble." Cheng Hua
Er frowned and said softly.
Cheng Qinghan nodded and agreed.
The night was getting late, and neither mother nor daughter fell asleep in bed.
It wasn't until dawn that Cheng Qingwan squinted for a while and didn't get up until noon.
She sat on the chair and yawned lazily, but found that the woman opposite was a little distracted.
"Auntie, what's wrong with you? Did Aunt Wang come this morning?"
Cheng Hua'er shook his head: "Today, a senior official from the capital came to the village. The village chief gave an order to everyone not to cause trouble."
Cheng Qingwen responded and then stopped talking.
After finishing the meal, Cheng Qingwen wanted to take the hoe to another field and plant the seeds just unlocked yesterday.
"婠婠."
Before he walked out of the door, Cheng Huaer's urgent voice came.
Cheng Qinghan turned around and looked at the woman standing at the door, her lips moving.
After a moment, he said: "Go slowly on the road, don't fall. I'll come find you after I wash the dishes."
"good."
Cheng Qingwen agreed, and she walked in one direction according to the memory of the original owner.
Not long after leaving, a group of people appeared in front of them. The leader was a young man dressed in Tsing Yi, standing in the crowd with a cold expression, followed by three or four servants.
Next to him were the flattering pavilion chief and village chief.
Cheng Qingwen took two steps forward, and the voices of the villagers who were watching the excitement reached his ears instantly.
"This must be a high-ranking official from the capital. He looks so young."
"I heard from people in the town that he was studying with the prince. I don't know why he angered the emperor and was demoted here."
"You are a high-ranking official after being demoted. Look at the diligent look of the pavilion chief."
Reading with the prince? Reading with the prince?
Cheng Qinghan subconsciously looked over there, and happened to meet the high official's cold eyes. This chapter has been completed!