【QQ Farm Golden Finger, Banishment, Farming, and Building a Fortune】Cheng Weiyao transmigrated, becoming a pitiful little girl forced into a substitute marriage and about to be banished. Don...
Chapter 124 Visit
The next day, Cheng Wei Yao got up early in the morning to knead the dough. The tea eggs that had been braised last night had all been packed up and put on the cart.
The steamed buns for roujiamo must be baked first, but the supply is really insufficient to meet the demand, so she can only get up earlier. After all, who would resist such a good thing as making money?
While she was busy, someone knocked hurriedly on the door of the courtyard. Cheng Weiyao washed her hands and prepared to go out of the kitchen to open the door, but Wen Liyu got there first.
"Sister-in-law, you take care of your own business. I'll take care of these little things."
Now the family relies on her brother and sister-in-law to support the family. Apart from cutting tea eggs, she can't seem to help with anything else. So Wen Liyu pays special attention to other trivial matters at home and takes the initiative to take care of them.
Seeing her enthusiasm, Cheng Weiyao followed suit, but she already had an idea in her mind. She thought that perhaps the matter with her aunt had been discovered, so her grandfather's family had changed their minds...
"This is the Wen family, right? Is your old lady at home? I've been asked by the mistress of the house to come and ask you to bring your aunt back to stay for a while..."
After opening the door, I saw a woman of about 27 or 28 with a bun on her hair, a pretty face and a thin figure.
A hint of dissatisfaction flashed in Cheng Weiyao's eyes.
Because of the exile, all the maids and servants had to be dismissed. My grandfather's family had no slaves to serve at all. Seeing that she couldn't order the concubine around, the mistress started to order the third wife around, right?
Although the third wife is not young anymore, the age gap between her and my grandfather is more than a generation. I heard that she is still an old cow eating young grass and making mistakes after drinking...
The imperial concubine, who was originally resting in the room, was awakened by the urgent knock on the door. She stood by the door with her coat on to see what was going on. Unexpectedly, she received good news so early in the morning. She immediately smiled happily and was about to nod in agreement.
"Are you serious? Auntie, are you okay? I'll just..."
"Wait a minute, mother. How could my grandfather's family be so kind?"
Cheng Weiyao immediately stepped forward and interrupted the imperial concubine's words. This play would only be interesting if there was someone who played the good guy and someone who played the bad guy. Of course, it would be more reasonable for herself, the daughter-in-law who married into the family, to play the role of the villain.
"It's fine if you want us to go to your house to pick you up, but you should explain to me what a short stay means, how long it will take, and why you want to stay at our house?"
"Madam, you are also considering that Auntie and your old lady haven't seen each other for a long time... Besides, didn't you take the initiative to come to your house last time and ask Auntie to come back and chat?"
The third room was slightly stunned. She didn't expect Cheng Weiyao to be so aggressive. She started asking questions right away. The last time Wen Chengyun and Cheng Weiyao came to visit, she stayed in the room and didn't go out.
At the time, I just thought it was fun for this woman to confront the mistress, but I didn't expect that this would become a problem for me, and it would be uncomfortable...
"Speak, where can't I speak? I can also speak when I take my mother to my maternal grandparents' house. A woman who is married obeys her husband, and a married woman is like spilled water. This is not my aunt's family home!"
Cheng Weiyao sneered, looking like a savage woman. She was tall to begin with, and she had eaten well during her exile. When she stood in front of the frail Third Wife, she looked even more imposing.
"Last time I came to your house to give you my concubine's letter, I was severely humiliated by your mistress. Look at how your mistress was tormented by you last time. If she gets sick, you will throw this hot potato to us, right? Ruining our reputation, right?"
Sanfang's face changed slightly. When the incident happened, she was also working in the yard at the scene.
The mistress opened the door of the woodshed this morning mainly to wake up the concubine to help with some simple chores. Unexpectedly, when she opened the door, she saw the concubine curled up in the corner, gnawing on something facing the wall.
The rustling sound of swallowing was particularly eye-catching in the silence, as if she heard the sound of a door opening. The aunt hid the thing in her hand in her sleeve and returned to her sickly look.
The mistress suspected that the concubine had stolen food from the mansion, so she dragged her into the yard and planned to search her. After the evidence was solid, she handled the matter according to the house rules. Unexpectedly, she did not find any food, but instead found something with a face that had been bitten beyond recognition.
Judging from the remaining head, it seemed to be a dried rat? At that moment, the mistress screamed in the yard, even startling the old lady who was praying to Buddha.
Considering the various discomforts that Auntie had been showing recently, the old lady concluded that she must have been extremely hungry and even ate the mice in the house. She was most likely infected with a disease...
The third wife's first reaction upon hearing this was to go find a doctor. However, just as they took a step forward, they were stopped by the old lady's rebuke: "Third wife, stop! Do you want our family to be expelled from Qingshi Town? The food the second wife eats is not ordinary food. The plague is contagious! If the news really leaks out, Qingshi Town will be in tatters..."
The old lady looked at her aunt lying on the ground like a dead donkey, turning the Buddhist beads in her hand and chanting "Amitabha".
The mistress was quite a thinker. She immediately thought of the family from the Prince of Qingping's mansion who had visited a few days ago. Weren't they interested in this sickly child? So why not rush to take him away so he wouldn't die in her own house?
"Why are you silent? Could it be that I predicted it? If you want us to pick someone up, it's easy. Just give me a letter."
Cheng Weiyao admired the changing expressions of the third wife. She looked guilty from the stuttering look. And that was right. After all, if she said she had an infectious disease, no normal family would accept her.
"Old Madam, what do you mean? As long as you have the final say in this family, isn't it..."
When the Third House saw that Cheng Weiyao was a strong person, she immediately set her sights on the Imperial Noble Consort. She was also worried that the Prince of Qingping's Mansion would not accept her, and the concubine would stay in the mansion.
The plague is deadly. Before I came, the mistress was cleaning the yard and rooms inside and out. If the family was not poor, she would have wanted to destroy everything that the concubine had touched or gone to.
"I...I'll listen to Wei Yao."
When the Imperial Concubine heard Cheng Wei Yao's words, she realized that they hit the nail on the head. She nodded with a look of grievance. The plan had already reached this stage, and every step was within Wei Yao's calculations. She just had to follow the instructions step by step.
The Third House looked away in disappointment. Seeing the Imperial Concubine's soft and gentle expression, she knew that the Prince Qingping's residence was different from her own. This trip was likely to be in vain...
"Did you hear everything? The message has been delivered, please go back."
Cheng Weiyao stretched out her hand and pointed in the direction of the gate. Her tone and gesture perfectly reproduced her grandfather's expression and movements at that time.
The third wife was a perceptive person and immediately saw the strong sense of sarcasm in the letter. She retreated in disgrace and even helped to close the door of the compound.