Old Mrs. Song's cloudy old eyes were bloodshot, and she slapped Song Ruier across the face without hesitation.
"You beast, you have the blood of the Qiao family flowing through your veins, and you're the one who brought this trouble upon yourself. Every member of the Qiao family is a jackal and a tiger, and you all do despicable things."
Song Ruier had just been slapped by Qiao Yunni, and now she was slapped by Old Mrs. Song, causing both sides of her face to swell up.
He felt even more aggrieved, and large tears fell down his cheeks.
"Grandma, I've already made plans for this family."
"What are we going to do? We have nothing left now, and we don't even know when the money disappeared." Old Mrs. Song was so desperate that she laughed out loud, almost maniacally, while slapping the ground: "It's over, it's over, there's no hope. All these years of hard work have been wasted."
"Grandma, our money isn't missing," Song Ruier said in a low voice.
"What?" Old Mrs. Song couldn't believe what she was hearing. She stared at Song Ruier and grabbed his shoulder.
You mean—
"When the Qiao family left, I saw that their faces were filled with resentment that they would not let it go. The Qiao family cares a lot about their face and temper. They will not allow anyone to humiliate them. I knew that they would come to steal our things."
"So, I secretly hid our family's money. They didn't find a single tael of silver. But to prevent them from coming back, let's not take it out for now and leave it in the old place. Let's wait until this period of time passes."
Old Mrs. Song listened blankly, and finally her eyes lit up.
It looks like a lot of those things were moved away, but in total, they only amounted to twenty taels.
That hundred taels or so is the real prize.
"Hahaha, Heaven has eyes! Heaven has not forsaken the Song family!" Old Mrs. Song laughed loudly and hugged Song Ruier tightly.
“Rui’er, I haven’t spoken up for you or loved you for nothing. You are a hero of the Song family. You have protected the Song family.”
Song Lao Er and Chen Shi also crawled over, their faces showing relief at surviving the ordeal.
"I didn't adopt you as my son in vain. Do well, and this family will never treat you unfairly."
Song Ruier's lips curled up. He had gained the Song family's heartfelt recognition, and this feeling was truly different.
The things that were moved out of the Song family's house filled the Qiao family's courtyard, making it almost impossible to find a place to step.
Grandma Qiao, displaying her commanding skills, declared: "Those tables and chairs with missing corners, chop them all up for firewood; take apart the patched quilts and sheets and replace them with new ones; hang up all the sauerkraut and smoked meat; and put the rice and flour in the grain shed—"
Everyone got to work, full of energy.
All things considered, the things brought back from the Song family were worth about twenty taels of silver, which was definitely a good haul.
And it's free, requiring only a little effort—it couldn't be better!
After finishing all that, it was already evening. The men were all in the county town, so they cooked a little late.
As it was getting dark, the men returned, and the dishes were set on the table.
It just so happens that the boss had work to do today. Because Qiao Laosan was there, he immediately recognized the Qiao family and called them all over.
At the end of the day, I earned a little over five taels.
Everyone's faces were beaming with joy.
On days when there are no escort missions, one can do odd jobs, and if one is lucky, one can earn a decent income.
Upon entering the kitchen, I discovered that the tables and chairs had all been completely renovated. The old, chipped, and worn-out octagonal table was gone, as were the crooked and mottled chairs. I had originally planned to buy new ones or have a craftsman make new ones when we built the house, but in the blink of an eye, they've been replaced with brand new ones.
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