Chapter 910 Hahahaha, that's it!

"And what about you?" Song Chunxue looked at Xu Jiao. "Why don't you apologize first, and make him bow his head first next time, okay?"

“My mother said I was stubborn and inflexible. I was driven away by you guys. It wasn’t my choice to separate from the two children. If I were really that heartless, I wouldn’t have had them in the first place.”

Xu Jiao burst into tears again, saying intermittently, "I just don't want my daughter to be as worthless as her aunt and her mother... Waaah, if I don't stand up for her, who will care about her?"

Having cried for so long, Xu Jiao's speech was choked with sobs, but her mouth didn't stop.

"You think we want to be...money-losing goods? If it weren't for the King of Hell making us...women, would I be willing to be sold like livestock...huh?"

These words were a wake-up call, and they deeply moved Song Chunxue.

Xu Jiao is like a buckwheat flower in arid land. Although she grows on barren soil, she has delicate and beautiful flowers with a sweet fragrance that is refreshing. The buckwheat she produces is also very precious.

I'm getting old, and I used to have quite a prejudice against her.

But as Jiang Yeming's mother, her actions, thoughts, and ideas were not wrong.

Fortunately, as a cultivator, she was able to transcend the limitations of her identity as Song Chunxue and see more things.

What's more, Xu Jiao is only seventeen years old.

Many girls who get married at seventeen have minds no different from those of domesticated cattle and sheep.

"You're a woman, marrying into another family just means having children..."

“You hold it in place, the kid is right.”

Before the Zeng family elders could say anything, Song Chunxue forcefully interrupted them, handing a brand-new handkerchief to Xu Jiao.

"This is new, made of silk. I've never used it, so I'm giving it to you."

“It’s a pity. If you were a son, the Xu family might have been completely transformed in your hands.” Song Chunxue turned to Zeng Laoqi and said, “It’s your good fortune to have married her. Treat her well, and she can make your children more and more successful.”

Zeng Laoqi was stunned for a moment, then stammered, "You know about this?"

“You know I’m a Taoist priest, I’ve learned a little bit.” Song Chunxue counted out six taels from a money pouch in her bosom and handed it to Zeng Laoqi. “I keep my word, but you must treat your wife and children well in the future, and that’s also treating yourself well.”

Zeng Laoqi turned his head away and didn't take it, no one knew what he was thinking.

Song Chunxue stuffed it into his hand, "Don't worry, as long as you live a good life, everything will go smoothly and you'll have plenty of money."

As she spoke, she slipped another piece of silver into Xu Jiao's hand. "Everyone encounters difficulties. It's commendable that you're able to find a way to help yourself. But in the future, you shouldn't do things that make things difficult for yourself. It's not good for a couple and can easily lead to estrangement."

Jiang Yeming was so angry that he leaned against the earthen wall and sat down without caring about getting covered in donkey dung and yellow soil.

This is outrageous! This is outrageous! When has his mother ever spoken to him so calmly?

The Xu family children came out from behind the door, looking at Xu Jiao timidly.

They all stared at Song Chunxue expectantly.

Song Chunxue ignored it; she was only there to help in an emergency, not to support someone who was always giving away money.

The money given by the "Spreading Money Boy" isn't given to just anyone.

"I'm so sorry, I've caused you... I've troubled you all." Xu Jiao looked at Song Chunxue with embarrassment, "You've already given so much, I..."

Song Chunxue pushed her hand back, "It's not much for yourself and the child. When you're doing well in the future, you can bring me nice things."

"Waaah..." These words made Xu Jiao, who was sobbing, burst into tears again.

Song Chunxue pushed her into Zeng Laoqi's arms, "Hurry up and go back, the child is waiting for you. Live well, don't quarrel, be tolerant of each other. There aren't many good people in this world, you should be secretly happy to have met each other."

The eldest brother of the Zeng family laughed and said, "Yes, they are all minor matters. In life, both people have to be patient. If a man loses his temper, his wealth will run away."

“That’s right,” Song Chunxue waved her hand, “Take care.”

"Sigh, Auntie, you're all busy. My seventh son is so good. He didn't even say a word when Xu Jiao scolded him."

These words were meant for the Xu family.

But Xu's mother was clearly unhappy, and Song Chunxue didn't want to delve into it.

She also knew that Xu Jiao's father had actually returned, but he was hiding behind a nearby earthen embankment and refused to show himself.

Each family has its own way of life, and she can't interfere.

"Boss, take the donkey and go home."

The eldest brother slowly stood up and walked towards the donkey pen with a resentful look in his eyes.

Xu's mother forced a smile, "Thanks to my mother-in-law, if it weren't for you, we would have been in so much more trouble today. Come in, sit down and have some water. I'll cook for you, and you can go back after you eat."

“No, Da Hong and the child are getting impatient waiting for us,” Song Chunxue understood the source of his dissatisfaction and beckoned to the girl, who looked to be about ten years old, “Come here, let me see her.”

Xu's mother immediately gave her daughter a meaningful look.

Song Chunxue patted the girl's wary, cautious, and confused head, and placed a few silver melon seeds in her palm. "Buy some candy."

The little girl looked down at the silver melon seeds in her hand, then looked helplessly at her mother.

"You've already troubled your mother-in-law with money today. It's all my fault for being so inconsiderate. You've really gone to so much trouble. Go inside and wait a while, at least have some water."

"No, maybe next time. We'll drink again next time." Song Chunxue looked at the boss, whose face was longer than a donkey's, and followed the donkey cart down the slope.

"Take care, my dear in-laws," Xu's mother said with a smile and waved.

Song Chunxue sat directly on the donkey cart, too lazy to say anything to the boss.

I know he won't listen to reason and only cares about his own pride.

Looking up, she saw a... no, two figures floating overhead, standing on a sword, looking at her with smiles.

She sat up abruptly. Had her senior brother and Master Han been watching the commotion?

They didn't stop and headed straight towards Jincheng.

"Mother, didn't you say that wealth should not be flaunted? Why did you give away so much today? One tael of silver is a lot in the village." The eldest son finally couldn't help but speak up.

"But today's matter was resolved with money, turning hostility into friendship, and that's also a skill of money. Do you really want to see you get beaten up and lying on the kang (heated brick bed) needing Xu Dahong to serve you, causing trouble for everyone before you're satisfied?"

She was also worried about how to avert the bloodshed that was about to befall her eldest son.

Should we just slash him and call it a day?

The donkey cart came to a steep downhill bend, and the eldest brother gripped the handlebars to turn, shouting, "Hey, hey, hey~ Mother, be careful!"

Song Chunxue felt a sudden dizziness, and she was thrown off the donkey cart, landing on a pile of manure in someone's field.

"Ugh! You damn donkey! Why are you so bloated!"

The old man angrily got up from the ground, looking at his cut hand and cursing.

A hole was drilled at the end of the handlebars and an iron hook was inserted to make it easier to harness the donkey when hauling grain.

The eldest brother's finger was badly cut; a few drops of blood fell to the ground and were instantly covered by yellow soil.

"Hahaha, haha, you're incompetent and you still dare to criticize others? Jiang Yeming, how could I have given birth to such a good-for-nothing coward? Serves you right, all you did was complain and not watch where you were going, and now you've crashed, hahaha~"

Song Chunxue sat on a solid pile of dung, slapping her thigh and laughing from ear to ear.

"..." Jiang Yeming dared not speak his anger, feeling uneasy all over from her laughter.