Chapter 178 What a Misunderstanding

Despite this, she was still deeply wary of Zhao Chunhua.

She always wanted Zhao Chunhua to obey her in everything.

Even though he thought so in his heart, Tang Jianxi would not say it out loud easily.

Because she knew very well that if she spoke out, no one would support her.

After all, in the context of the time, literati attached the most importance to filial piety, not to mention wanting to rely on their daughter-in-law to make a living after their husband's death. Such an idea is undoubtedly against ethics and morality.

But this made Tang Jianxi feel uncomfortable. They were both wives of talented men, but when Shu Yan passed the examination and became a scholar, she was much younger than Chang Qi and seemed to have plenty of development opportunities and a bright future.

But now, her husband has passed away, and she is left alone to face the hardships of the future.

So, why should I bow down to Zhao Chunhua?

At first, I thought that even if Zhao Chunhua was no longer under her control after moving, her mentality would improve a lot.

At least she can suffer less and not have to face those stressful situations every day.

But the reality is that even after leaving her hometown, Zhao Chunhua still lives a comfortable life.

Not only was his daily life in good order, but it even seemed to be more comfortable and happy, which made Tang Jianxi feel dissatisfied and confused.

I felt that when they broke up, Zhao Chunhua must have hidden away a lot of savings, otherwise how could she be so calm and at ease now?

This idea was planted deeply in Tang Jianxi's heart like a seed.

Whenever I see Zhao Chunhua smiling or being generous, this guess becomes more certain.

However, despite such suspicion in his heart, Tang Jianxi would not refuse the things Zhao Chunhua gave to Tangyuan, and always felt that she gave too little and was far from enough.

Tang's mother saw it all, but she did not show any anxiety or anger as she did in the past.

On the contrary, there was a hint of calmness and helplessness in her expression.

Perhaps it is because the years have taught her many lessons about the impermanence of life.

It's no use trying to persuade her with kind words.

Everyone has their own destiny. Let Tang Jianxi make whatever trouble she wants. She is already in the late stage of her life. Even if she encounters a bad situation in the future, her mother will not be able to witness it.

Everyone in the house has their own ulterior motives, and the atmosphere is complex and subtle.

But Zhao Chunhua didn't care much about it. She knew in her heart that no matter what they were planning, they would not easily change their decision.

She didn't like living in the old house so she chose to leave, wanting to find a quiet and comfortable place to start a new life.

At this moment, they were playing with small stones on the roadside. The sunshine was shining on them, warm and bright.

The child, wearing small shoes with brown linen soles, kept kicking his legs and feet in Zhao Chunhua's arms, and occasionally bent down to pick some grass leaves to play with.

He looked around curiously, as if everything was new and interesting to him.

Even without Zhao Chunhua to talk to him, he was having a lot of fun on his own.

That innocent smile and carefree look made the surrounding scenery seem more vivid.

The giggling sound can be heard from far away, like pleasant music, spreading in the air.

"I saw a person squatting here from a distance, and when I got closer I realized there were several people."

Shu Hong, carrying a basket on her back, stopped beside Zhao Chunhua with a tired but gentle smile on her face.

"Sister Hong, did you go to town today? Why did you come back so late?"

Zhao Chunhua still held the child's armpits tightly, fearing that he would accidentally sit on the ground and dirty his clothes.

"I haven't been to the town. I just went back to my parents' home. Sister Ying is getting married, so I should go back and inform them."

Shu Hong said softly, with a hint of helplessness in her eyes, "So that the people over there won't miss you too much."

"You should have told me that. Your basket seems to be very heavy."

Seeing the children enjoying themselves, Zhao Chunhua was in a good mood and took the initiative to start a conversation with Shu Hong.

"My mother's family is digging lotus roots. I bought some to make lotus root powder, which is good for the body."

Shu Hong explained, a glimmer of anticipation in her eyes.

Finding that Zhao Chunhua was not in a hurry to leave, Shu Hong put down the backpack and rested for a while.

She breathed a sigh of relief, obviously a little tired.

“Lotus root powder is indeed a good thing.”

Zhao Chunhua nodded in agreement, but then added: "It's just that its output is very low, even lower than the flour yield of sweet potatoes, and lotus roots are more expensive, so Zhao Chunhua is not particularly eager to try it."

She knew in her heart that although it was delicious, it was difficult for ordinary people to afford such luxurious ingredients.

Preparation.

"It's really good, but it's not easy to get. I only decided to prepare some for Sister Ying because I was worried about her weak constitution."

There was a hint of helplessness in Yuan Shan's tone.

He was tall and strong, and every step he took seemed so powerful. In comparison, Shu Ziying looked very petite. When the two stood together, Shu Ziying was almost completely obscured by Yuan Shan's figure, giving people a feeling of being like a little bird leaning against a human.

He will have to take good care of her for a while longer so that her physical condition can improve.

"Mother's love is like a mountain."

Zhao Chunhua smiled softly as she watched this scene, and casually pushed away the weeds that Xiao Shitou was about to stuff into his mouth.

Her eyes were full of warmth and love, as if she was protecting a fragile bud.

Shu Hong, who was standing by, couldn't help but sigh when she saw this, and said with a slightly emotional tone: "Aren't you the same?"

Worried that there were too many children in the old house and that she might neglect them, she chose to move out and live alone so that she could take care of young Shitou wholeheartedly.

Hearing this, Zhao Chunhua smiled faintly and said slowly: "It can be said to be a beautiful misunderstanding."

At this moment, a cool breeze blew, and the leaves swayed in the wind, making a rustling sound.

No matter how much Little Shitou wanted to continue playing outside and kicked his feet impatiently trying to break free from his mother's arms, Zhao Chunhua still insisted on taking him back home, fearing that he would catch a cold or accidentally bump into something.

Shu Hong, who followed him back to the fork in the road, stopped and carefully picked a few fresh banana leaves from the side to wrap a few lotus roots that had just been dug and put them into Zhao Chunhua's basket. She gently said to her, "Take it back and try it. It should taste good."

"Sister Hong, you really don't need to go through so much trouble..."

Zhao Chunhua gently comforted the little stone in her arms who was still making a fuss and didn't want to go home, with a look of gratitude on her face. At the same time, she responded to her friend's kindness with a bit of helplessness, "Although this lotus root is precious, the friendship between us is more important than anything else. I'm really sorry to always accept your kindness."

Shu Hong smiled after hearing this, and without saying anything more, she turned around, waved, and walked straight in her own direction.

During this period, Zhao Chunhua was filled with gratitude for Shu Ziying's help.