Ugly girl only wants to farm

Chapter 233 Grandmother Meng throws a tantrum

Meng Xiuzhi also looked troubled. She touched her arm, which was still a little sore, and could only grit her teeth and harden her heart. It was she who had been bewitched and bewitched her mother into stealing her nephew's wife's dowry and coming to her.

Originally, her husband had promised to support his mother in her old age. Who knew that after selling all the jewelry and fabrics, he had little money left in less than three months. He also complained that his mother was in the way and ate too much. His mother was initially reluctant to let him return all the jewelry, but feeling guilty, she made up a story that she was saving it for her son's wedding. After some gentle persuasion, his mother stopped making a fuss.

Now that her husband has become so brazen, Meng Xiuzhi, rubbing her swollen and painful arm, hardened her heart and decided to send her mother away.

Grandmother Meng could tell from her daughter's expression that she definitely didn't want her to stay any longer. Sure enough, they were family, and she was nothing. Now she was being treated as a burden. Grandmother Meng was so angry that tears streamed down her face, and she cursed all sorts of swear words, giving her daughter a good beating.

Meng Xiuzhi was so beaten by her mother that she didn't dare to fight back. Her hair, which was tied up in a bun, came loose and she looked like a crazy woman. Just as another slap was about to come, she raised her swollen arm to stop it and cried and begged for mercy.

"Mother, you have to think about me too. Why are you being so aggressive? Chunyu isn't married yet, and my son will get married someday. It's not right for you to stay in my room like this. You know my husband is lazy and good-for-nothing. With his meager income, he can't support the whole family at all. Now I have no choice but to send you away. No matter if you resent me or hate me, I have no other choice. Please have pity on me and grant me this favor."

Grandmother Meng was so angry that she pounded her chest and stomped her feet, then sat down on the ground and wailed, "What sins did I commit in my past life, or did I dig up your family's ancestral graves? How could you treat your old mother like this? I bet all my wealth on you, and you promised to take care of me in my old age and see me off in my final days, but this is how you treat me. How can I face that brat now? You might as well let me just kill myself by crashing my head against this locust tree."

As she spoke, Grandmother Meng was about to get up and crash into the locust tree. Meng Xiuzhi was stunned and couldn't react for a long time. Fortunately, her mother stopped at the crucial moment.

Grandmother Meng wiped away her tears with her sleeve, pointed at her daughter, and began to curse: "Even if I die, I will not let your family get away with this! Everything I brought with me before, you must return to me and convert it into cash to be buried with me. You must also choose the best feng shui site for my grave. And you cannot let that bastard get away with the terrible things that he tricked me into. Heaven has ruined me!"

Meng Xiuzhi thought her mother had come to her senses, but after hearing her words, she became even more displeased. With a dark face, she walked over and patted the tree repeatedly.

"Go ahead and crash into me! Go ahead and crash into me if you dare! I'll just find a hole in the back mountain and bury you there. This is how you've driven me to this point, pushing your daughter to her death. Sending you to your nephew will be a good thing for you. Jiuhe is a promising young man; he might even become the top scholar in the imperial examinations. Then you'll be the grandmother of a top scholar, living a life of luxury, and you'll have to thank me. Who are you trying to fool with your suicide act? I know what you're thinking, but you're willing to die? You haven't even spent all the money in your purse yet. Are you really willing to die?"

Grandmother Meng's face turned pale and then red as she was told what to say. She didn't know how to refute her, but finally she asked in a righteous tone, "How did you know I had a money pouch? I told you that a few days ago a penny was missing. It turns out you stole it." After saying that, she tightly guarded her pouch.

Seeing that her mother was no longer threatening suicide, Meng Xiuzhi ignored her, dusted herself off, grabbed her hair, and headed home. She knew her mother's personality well; it was just a bluff, all bark and no bite.

After packing up and heading home at night, Meng Jiuhe was still a little unhappy, but much better than before. He asked with some dissatisfaction, "Why did you make the decision for me when I didn't even agree to it? I don't want to have much contact with those people, and besides, I don't even know them."

Xu Chaoyan fetched water for him to wash his hands, glancing at his complexion as she noticed it was much better than before. She cautiously advised, "Getting to know more people will benefit you. We only know a few people here, so our social circle is small. Go out and interact with them more often. Don't stay cooped up at home all day. You're in the prime of your life; don't act like a seventy or eighty-year-old man."

Meng Jiuhe didn't really care about what she said earlier. He thought it was fine as it was, since no one was bothering him. Shen Siheng was already noisy enough, and he didn't like it when other people came and chattered incessantly.

But his wife said he usually acted like a seventy or eighty-year-old man, which he was indeed a little unhappy about. He slowly took a handkerchief from the shelf and wiped his fingers clean one by one.

Then his voice turned colder: "Wife, do you think I'm too old?"

Xu Chaoyan added some more firewood to the stove, looking at him with a puzzled expression: "How could I think you're old? You're in your prime, handsome and dashing, like a gentle breeze and a bright moon. I can't even look at you enough, how could I think you're old? I'm definitely not that kind of person."

Meng Jiuhe looked at her with a resentful expression: "Didn't you just say that I'm too old? Like a seventy or eighty-year-old man? A seventy or eighty-year-old man can't compare to me, who is as handsome as me and as gentle and considerate as me. Don't you see those old men in the village who work in the fields from dawn till dusk, their skin is tanned dark. How can they compare to me?"

Then, with a smirk and a change in tone, he said, "Or is it that my wife feels I haven't been good enough to you these past few days, that I've neglected you too much? I have indeed been too busy these days, I will definitely make it up to you tonight and show you what the demeanor of a young man is all about."

What? What did she hear? Xu Chaoyan couldn't help but cough several times: "Cough, cough, cough Meng Jiu, are you itching for a beating? You were talking to me with such seriousness about your dissatisfaction, but in the end you're acting like a hooligan. I never knew you were this kind of person. You're just like a professor in public, but like a beast in private."

Before Xu Chaoyan could finish speaking, Meng Jiuhe bent down and picked her up in his arms. The sudden feeling of being suspended in mid-air startled Xu Chaoyan, who screamed and quickly wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Meng Jiu, put me down quickly, be careful I don't fall. It would be so embarrassing if my sister-in-law saw me like that. What's wrong with you?"

Meng Jiuhe smiled tenderly at her: "My wife, you don't think I'm too old or that you're not satisfied with my recent performance, so I'm planning to make it up to you."

I just got to the emergency room queue and only managed to write 2,000 words, so I'll stop here for now. Please forgive me.