Perhaps because the people in the old house protected his nephew too well, he became somewhat soft-hearted and lacked the spirit of a man.

This kind of personality needs a lot of tempering, but Jiang Nuan's attempts to probe were all thwarted by Huang Shi's attempts to change the subject.

After one or two accidents, she realized that people couldn't bear to see their son suffer, and from then on, she said no more.

Learning from the masters is a great benefit for the boys in the family, but not necessarily for the nephews.

She is too soft-hearted and easily influenced by others; no one can predict what she will become in the end.

That's probably why the old house was reluctant to let its nephew go out and make his way in the world.

“Mmm,” Xie agreed, resting her chin on her hand. “My cousin really isn’t very good at handling things, otherwise he wouldn’t have been unable to bring his wife back last time.”

Normally, with elders around, it wouldn't be noticeable, but in the Qin family matter, Xie truly felt that Huang Shan handled it terribly.

He failed to stand firm when he should have, and he didn't know how to yield when he should have. Now look what's happened; he's angered the whole family, and his wife hasn't been brought back.

This is infuriating no matter how you look at it; it would never happen in my own home.

“As for the Qin family,” Wang said in a low voice, “my daughter-in-law feels that something is amiss.”

Under normal circumstances, a married daughter is considered like water spilled from a cup; even if she eats for free, she's disliked, let alone recuperating at her parents' home.

Something about it doesn't look normal at all.

"Yes, yes, Mother, there's definitely something wrong with the Qin family. They're notorious misers; they're always the ones taking advantage of others, while no one ever takes advantage of them. There's no reason for them to have raised our daughter for so many days and then pay for her medical treatment."

They're definitely up to something bad!

“Look at you,” Jiang Nuan said speechlessly to Xie Shi, “You get all excited when you start gossiping. Don’t make things up without evidence. It’s not good if people find out.”

"Mother and sister-in-law are not outsiders, that's why I'm saying this," she said softly before straightening up, "However, I think it would be best to go and check with the Qin family at the old house, there might be some hidden story there."

“You guys are still too young,” Jiang Nuan shook her head and continued, “Both your grandma and your aunt are very shrewd in terms of interpersonal relationships. You both sensed something was wrong. Do you think they didn’t?”

He simply disliked the Qin family so much that he couldn't be bothered to care.

It has to be said that the nephew did a really good job of causing trouble. If it weren't for his repeated meddling, the old house wouldn't have despised his nephew's wife so much.

“I see,” Xie shook her head regretfully. “What a pity.”

“It’s a real pity,” Wang agreed. “The old house will probably never be as peaceful as it used to be.”

On the contrary, the old house has been particularly happy lately because of Qin's absence.

On the contrary, the Qin family was far from peaceful that day.

The Qin couple couldn't get any money from their daughter, and the Yang family was pressuring them. Left with no other choice, they found the land deed as soon as they got home and sold two acres of fertile land.

Because they acted hastily, and the villagers knew that the Qin family owed debts and had been held hostage by two taels of silver, they were caught in a bind.

The silver had barely been received and before it could even be warmed up when it was taken away by Yang Laosan, who had been guarding the Qin family's residence.

In the blink of an eye, only a pitiful ounce remained.

“The heartless Yang family,” Qin’s mother sat on the ground, slapping her thigh and crying out, “a whole family of bandits who ransacked our house and took so much grain, and they still want seventeen taels of it! A whole family of shameless scum!”

She had always thought that the Yang family was carrying so much grain to pay off their debts, but little did she know that they were determined to rob them for free.

"What did you say?" Yang Laosan, who hadn't gone far, turned back when he heard this. "Say it again if you dare!"

Our spring planting has been delayed for so long, and before I could even say anything, this old woman started cursing. She's really asking for it.

Upon hearing this, Qin's mother's tears instantly froze.

Looking up and seeing Yang Laosan's fierce eyes, he immediately scrambled to his feet and ran to the back of his house. "What do you want to do? Our family doesn't owe you any money anymore. If you dare to lay a hand on me, I'll call for help. Don't think the Qin family is easy to bully."

“Paying back debts is a matter of course. I’m not afraid even if everyone from Qin Family Village comes,” Yang Laosan snorted coldly and warned, “If you dare to yell again, I’ll climb over the wall in the middle of the night and teach you a lesson.”

Upon hearing this, Qin's mother shrank back and dared not speak again.

After Yang Laosan left, Qin's father dared to approach his wife. "Stupid woman, you don't even know to wait until someone's gone before you start cursing!"

He was speechless. How could there be such a stupid woman?

“How can this be my fault?” Qin’s mother said, feeling wronged. “I only dared to scold him after he left.”

"You've only taken two steps and you're already yelling at the top of your lungs, as if you're afraid people won't hear you, right?" Qin's father roared, pushing open the door and entering with a dark face.

With various things piling up lately, Mr. Qin was exhausted and too tired to argue with his wife.

In the past, he would have beaten her with both hands and feet, and he wouldn't have stopped until he made Qin's mother question her existence.

"How was I supposed to know this would happen?" After muttering to herself, Qin's mother quickly followed. "Husband, what are we going to do now? We've lost two acres of land and our income has stopped. How are we going to survive?"

"What can we do?" Qin's father waved his hand irritably. "You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask? It's all your fault for raising so many ungrateful wretches!"

Qin's father always thought that only his daughter was ungrateful, but who knew that his two sons were no better. When the family was in trouble, they ran away faster than the other.

Thinking of this, Qin's father angrily kicked away the stool that Qin's mother had just moved over.

“It’s my fault too,” Qin’s mother said, pursing her lips. “The child isn’t just mine.”

Snap!

Unable to bear it any longer, Qin's father slapped him across the face. "If you talk back again, I'll beat you to death. Go cook."

He was already incredibly annoyed, and with Qin's mother nagging on and on, he suddenly became so irritable that he wanted to kill someone.

After being slapped, Qin's mother dared not say another word, covered her face, and went to the kitchen to cook.

In his heart, however, he harbored extreme hatred for his daughter and daughter-in-law.

In her view, if these people obeyed, she wouldn't have to be beaten at all.

After Qin's mother left, Qin's father sat alone on a stool, pondering what would happen next.

With their source of income from selling their daughters gone and the family losing two acres of land, if they don't find a way to make money, this family will be completely ruined.

He wanted to make his move on his two daughters-in-law, but he was worried about his son.

It wasn't that she was afraid no one would be there to see her off in her final days, but rather that she felt her two sons would cause trouble.

"Ah, if only they would behave!"

You don't need to worry so much!

The more Qin's father thought about it, the more depressed he became, and the more depressed he became, the more clueless he felt. Even after Qin's mother had finished cooking, he still hadn't made up his mind.

In a bad mood, he found fault with everything. After taking a bite of rice, he immediately slammed down his chopsticks and bowl, exclaiming, "What's going on? Why is the rice so hard today? The vegetables are no good either, they're too salty and taste terrible, and there's not a single piece of meat in them!"

"I haven't cooked in a long time, and my skills have become rusty. Please make do with this for now, and I'll cook something nice for you tomorrow."

Sensing danger, Qin's mother became unusually compliant, fearing she would be beaten.

She used to feel a sense of satisfaction when she saw her son beat his wife, but she only realized how scary it was when it happened to her.