"Grandma," Song Ruier said, now sounding quite sensible, "we've come to see if there's anything we can help with at your home, like where we need cleaning, or if we need to weed the fields or catch any bugs."
Song Ruier's gaze towards the Qiao family's courtyard was different from before.
Although it's poor and dilapidated, it's still a good foundation; it can be sold for several dozen taels of silver.
Seeing the strange expression on his face, the Qiao family felt very uncomfortable.
"Song Ruier, when did you become so kind? You're not up to any bad intentions, are you?" Qiao Lian'er laughed.
Chen observed the Qiao family's expressions and couldn't detect any tension or worry. It must have been an act. The men were about to die outside, so why didn't they react at all?
Thinking of this, she felt even more confident.
"What kind of bad idea is this? We're relatives, and since there are no men in your family, we kindly came to help you with the work, but you're thinking the worst of us. By the grace of the heavens, the Qiao family really doesn't know how to behave."
As they spoke, they entered the courtyard one by one.
The Qiao family realized that they hadn't come to help with the work; they had come to exploit the family's wealth.
In families where all the men have died, relatives would enter the house under the pretext of helping and take things, and no one could stop them. When the crops were ready to be harvested, they would rush to the fields to harvest them and then seize the homestead and farmland for themselves.
There's no man in the house anymore. That's how cruel the world is. You can't cry to heaven or earth for help.
The essence of human survival is no different from that of wild animals; both take advantage of your weakness to kill you.
No wonder Song Ruier exuded the feeling that this courtyard already belonged to him.
“Who says the Qiao family has no men? Even if the Qiao family has no men, we women alone can easily defeat you all.” As she spoke, Madam Feng untied the rope around her waist, threw it to the ground, and forced the men back a few steps.
Madam Lü held a thick stick and struck her palm repeatedly: "Try taking another step forward, or I'll beat you until you shit and pee."
Old Song was still afraid, but not as afraid as before. He pretended to back away while saying in a fake tone, "It's not easy for you women at home, and the two elders are getting old. What's wrong with us coming to help? We're already here, so even if you don't want to, you should at least let us help out and do our part."
As he spoke, his eyes darted around, as if he were looking for a room to rush out and rummage through drawers and cabinets to get something.
The others also set their sights on the room.
The money earned by the Qiao family might be with Old Madam Qiao or with Qiao Lian'er; this is the one with the best chance of success.
They could easily make a hundred or two hundred taels of silver and never have to work again for the rest of their lives.
Song Ruier also said, "Grandpa, Grandma, and Aunt, you don't have a son to take care of you, but I am your grandson and your child. I will not abandon you."
"Given your attitude, and since we really want to help, we have no choice but to accept it."
"Get out of here, all of you! You've got some nerve, trying to rob us in broad daylight! Dream on! Don't you even take a piss and look at your ugly faces? If you manage to steal even a pair of chopsticks today, I'll admit defeat."
Old Mrs. Qiao, unable to bear it any longer, raised a broom and hit Song Ruier.
Song Ruier quickly dodged, and the broom missed its mark.
Feng's whip came down, and Lü's stick struck Song Daming's head.
The Song family was also fighting back desperately. This time, they were determined to take it, so both men and women were mobilized.
The Qiao family courtyard was immediately thrown into chaos as everyone used all their skills.
Song Ruier was short, so she rushed into Grandma Qiao's room while the adults were fighting.
His collar was suddenly grabbed, and although he was still running, he couldn't move at all.
Looking up, I saw Qiao Lian'er's gloomy face, and Qiao Lian'er raised her hand.
A sharp slap landed, and Song Ruier's face flushed red, but it wasn't Song Ruier who hit her.
Qiao Yunni stood to the side with a cold face, her eyes indifferent and devoid of any emotion.
The slap was delivered with full force, and her palm was burning with pain.
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