After saying that, he looked at Hu Shuiqing, Daya, and Erya, and threatened in a low voice: "Eat, eat, eat! Aren't you afraid of shortening your lifespan by eating this old woman's food!"

Shui Qing, who had received real benefits, didn't care at all, and her smile was as bright as could be: "Mother-in-law, don't talk nonsense, how could this be yours?"

These clearly belong to Sun Jinhua; isn't she the mistress of the house now?

Mother Fan choked, and her unfriendly gaze immediately swept over Sun Jinhua.

The villagers watching didn't care; some kindly helped carry rice, while others caught chickens.

They don't want anything else; they just enjoy seeing the wicked get their comeuppance.

After the items were accounted for, the old village chief turned and walked back.

Yan Qiuxing thanked the old village chief repeatedly as she returned to her fifth brother's house.

The old villager waved his hand and walked away unhurriedly, leaning on his cane.

Shuiqing knew that there were many people around, and if she gave them gifts, it would put the old village chief in a difficult position, and the old village chief would definitely refuse to accept them.

If we take it, it will be difficult to manage things in the village from now on.

However, she had already figured out how to repay the old village chief...

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"Sister, Yan Qiuxing is back, Jianghehu!" A cheerful voice pierced through the noisy crowd and came clearly.

Shui Qing turned around and saw an oxcart carrying goods, surrounded by a group of strong and healthy men.

The boy who spoke was particularly robust!

He was tall and burly, with broad shoulders and a thick chest. His arms were so thick that she would believe it if someone said he could kill a pig with one punch!

"uncle!"

Before Shui Qing could react, the five children cheered and ran happily toward the burly boy.

A middle-aged man, about the same size as the boy but half a head shorter, grumbled, "A bunch of heartless brats, all they care about is their uncle. How could they not see their grandfather, who's so big?"

"Grandfather!" the five children called out in unison.

The older, burly man immediately smiled, pointed his thick finger at the oxcart, and grinned, "Grandfather brought some fatty meat. Your mother will cook it for you at noon!"

The cheers immediately grew louder.

The family in the yard were grinding their teeth to powder!

A whole sack of rice is gone.

The last six chickens are gone.

Now, my aunt's family has brought some fatty meat, which would have mostly ended up in their stomachs in the past.

"Grandma, I want to eat meat," the youngest of the four pillars licked his lips and made his request.

"If you want meat, go find your mother!" Mother Fan flicked her sleeves, went back into the house, and slammed the door shut.

The seven people in the courtyard swallowed hard, their mouths watering at the thought of fatty pork.

Outside the courtyard, Shui Qing asked guiltily, "...Father, why are you here?"

In my memory, the original owner's father was a butcher who slaughtered pigs, and he was very fierce.

Marrying his daughter to a scholar was meant to improve the family's social standing, but he never expected that his son-in-law would fail to even pass the lowest level of the imperial examinations year after year.

At the advanced age of twenty-eight, he was still a student without a degree.

Therefore, she became increasingly dissatisfied with her son-in-law and spoke disparagingly of him.

Wait, the butcher who slaughters pigs, her surname is Hu, Butcher Hu.

Fan Jin, nearing thirty, was still a student who had only completed the preliminary examinations.

Shanshui Village is located in the south, where snow is rarely seen in winter, much like a province famous for its soups...

Rumble.

Shui Qing felt dizzy and as if something was about to burst forth.

Good heavens, could it be that she didn't just transmigrate in an ordinary way, but transmigrated into a book?

It's a novel that the vast majority of people in China have read!