Chapter 249: Ying Ximei ran away

The next day, Wen Yan went to the general's mansion and asked his stepmother for the key to the house.

The location of the house is not good, and it has not been lived in for a long time, so it is very deserted.

There was still a stale smell in the air.

But the advantage is that the house is very large and its construction and layout are very exquisite.

Pavilions, towers, changing scenery with every step, winding corridors, rockery and flowing water.

There is also a winding pond in the backyard, which is full of lotus flowers.

It is the flowering season now, and even without anyone taking good care of it, the flowers are still blooming beautifully.

Wen Yan was very satisfied with this yard.

After walking around, she had a general idea of ​​the layout.

Afterwards, she moved into the small courtyard behind "A Little Ink".

After writing and drawing for two days, he handed the drawings to Uncle Hu and asked him to find someone to repair and decorate the house.

Wen Yan was also busy ordering other things and selecting some people to serve and clean.

In the busyness, half a month passed by unknowingly.

The house that Wen Yan wanted has begun to take shape.

Only some details need to be adjusted.

Wen Yan could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

She bought some things and went home to rest for two days.

But before going home, she went to Liujia Village to visit her biological parents.

As soon as the carriage entered the village, it attracted onlookers.

When the Liu family got the news, they opened the door and welcomed them out.

Zhang Ganniang's eyes turned red when she saw Wen Yan.

The third daughter-in-law hugged Wen Yan's arm and said, "You've been away for several months. Every time I went to deliver tofu, I couldn't see you. I missed you so much."

The whole family entered the yard happily.

Wen Yan saw the yard full of bean curd sheets drying in the sun.

The family also had three more donkeys to use to grind the mill, which greatly reduced their burden.

However, there was a lot of soybean meal piled up in the yard, which could not be eaten at all.

Wen Yan thought about it and suggested that they raise some chickens, ducks and pigs to consume soybean meal.

Zhang Ganniang's health has improved a lot. Although she is still thin, she is in much better spirits.

Wen Yan had lunch at Liu's house before leaving.

The Liu family watched her leave the village.

The third son’s wife returned to the room excitedly and began to unpack the things Wen Yan brought.

In addition to two fifty-year-old ginsengs, there were also several pieces of cloth and a few boxes of cakes.

The ginseng was left for Zhang Gan'niang.

But these pieces of cloth are enough to make two sets of clothes for each person in the family.

Zhang Gan's mother discussed with Liu's father about building a pigpen at home.

"We produce a lot of soybean meal, so we need to build a more spacious pigpen so we can raise more pigs."

"We're so busy making tofu, how can we have time to raise pigs?"

"Let's hire some workers. Let them grind the beans and filter the residue. Same with the pig farming."

The Liu family gathered together to discuss important family matters.

Wen Yan hurried back to Songshan Village before dark.

The yard was quiet, with thick smoke coming out of the chimney.

She jumped off the carriage and was about to knock on the door when she heard a sharp roar behind her: "Wen Yan, give me back my daughter, I will kill you!"

Wen Yan turned around.

Then he saw Mrs. Qiao rushing towards him like crazy and throwing a piece of mud at him.

Hiss...

Wen Yan took a breath and was about to dodge.

Suddenly, everything blurred before my eyes.

She was embraced by a pair of strong arms, and then her whole body was wrapped in an embrace.

This familiar scent belongs to Ying Zhilin.

'Bang!'

She heard the sound of mud hitting her body, and immediately a muffled groan came from above her head.

Wen Yan struggled and wanted to look up at him.

Ying Zhilin held her head and pressed it into his arms: "Don't move yet."

really.

Ying Zhilin was hit twice more before he let go of Wen Yan.

He protected Wen Yan behind him and asked sternly, "What are you doing!?"

Mrs. Qiao rushed over and scratched Wen Yan like crazy, cursing, "It's your fault, it's all your fault!

If it weren't for you, Ximei wouldn't have run away from home to find that guy named Meng!

If anything happens to her, I will kill you..."

Amidst Mrs. Qiao's shouting and cursing, Wen Yan quickly understood what was going on.

Ying Ximei stole Mrs. Qiao's money and bought information about Meng Xiyan from her.

Mrs. Qiao discovered that the money had been stolen that day and she was furious.

He scolded Ying Ximei severely and slapped her in the face.

That night, Ying Ximei left a letter and ran away from home.

He also stole another fifty taels of silver.

Mrs. Qiao fainted from anger at that moment.

Wen Yan clicked his tongue, thinking that Ying Ximei was really brave.

However, it was really dangerous for her to be a single woman outside.

No wonder Mrs. Qiao went crazy.

Ever since Ying Ximei ran away from home, Mrs. Qiao has been coming to her house to make trouble every day.

Today I finally caught Wen Yan

How could she let it go so easily!

She bent down to pick up something and threw it at Wen Yan, cursing as she did so: "You troublemaker, you plague god!

Ever since you married into the Lao Ying family, we haven't had a single day of peace.

First he instigated my grandson to break off his marriage, and now he has tricked my daughter into running away from home!

It's unfortunate for the Ying family to marry a daughter-in-law like you.

Did I dig up your ancestral grave in my previous life?

Oh my, my life is so miserable!

Let me die, my granddaughter-in-law forced my grandmother to death..."

As Mrs. Qiao continued to curse, she sat down on the ground, slapping her thigh and crying.

After crying, she still went to hug Wen Yan's thighs.

Wen Yan quickly stepped back, leaving Mrs. Qiao empty-handed.

Wen Yan looked at Mrs. Qiao: "Cry! Just cry.

You just make it known to everyone.

It seems that Ximei is only engaged and not married.

If the man's family knew about this, they would just cancel the engagement and definitely not do anything to her!"

Mrs. Qiao was like a chicken with its neck strangled. She didn't dare to make a fuss, but she was unwilling to go back like this.

But she still wants Wen Yan to be responsible.

Wen Yan didn't want to bother with her family's affairs at all, but if she really didn't care, not only would Mrs. Qiao be uneasy, but the villagers would also think she was indifferent.

This will not be conducive to her future widowhood.

Without thinking too much, he said he would help report to the police and look for her.

"You can't report it to the police!" Once you report it to the police, the news that Ximei ran away from home in the middle of the night will be revealed.

Reputation ruined.

How can Ximei get married!

"This won't work, and that won't work. Wait until you've made up your mind before you come back to them." The village chief hurried over and angrily scolded Mrs. Qiao, "On the day of the discovery, Zhilin said he would report it to the police. If you had agreed, Ying Ximei would have been found long ago.

It's you who procrastinates and is too preoccupied with this and that.

If anything happens to Ying Ximei, it's all your fault!"

Mrs. Qiao was exposed by the village chief.

He immediately covered his face and started crying.

The village chief's eldest son also came with Uncle Ying and Uncle Ying San.

The village chief gestured to Wen Yan and the others, asking them to go home first and he would take care of the situation here.

Wen Yan and Ying Zhilin entered the yard.

As soon as the courtyard door closed, Ying Zhilin staggered a few times.

“Ouch…it hurts!”

Wen Yan quickly supported him: "How are you?"

Ying Zhilin: "My back hurts so much, it feels like I was hit in the vitals just now."

"Let's go back to the house. I'll help you take a look." Wen Yan supported him and walked towards the east wing.

Ying Zhilin's half body was almost pressed on her.