Sitting on the edge of the field, surrounded by villagers, Qiao Lian'er chatted with them for a long time until his throat was dry before going home.
Just now, Song Dahua and Song Xiaohua had been hiding behind some low trees at a distance, watching what was happening here.
"Qiao Lian'er has grown quite a bit taller and is even prettier now. The capital is such a wonderful place; any girl who goes there will be even more beautiful," Song Xiaohua muttered.
Moreover, she discovered that although Qiao Lian'er was humble and unpretentious, she possessed an elegant and noble air about her in every gesture, which must have been cultivated in the capital.
Now, the Qiao family is like an impregnable fortress, and the two sisters dare not even think of seeking revenge, as that would only bring them trouble.
Last time, Song Xiaohua was whipped dozens of times and locked up for several days, only allowed to eat one spoiled steamed bun a day. Just thinking about that incident makes her shudder involuntarily.
Moreover, they could only look up to Qiao Lian'er from afar; they could never compete with her in this lifetime.
“I also want to go to the capital,” Song Dahua said. “We can learn music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and maybe we’ll catch the eye of some noble young master, and then we can rise to prominence.”
Song Xiaohua's eyes lit up: "Yes, we still have twenty taels left at home. Let's take it as travel expenses and travel by carriage. We should be able to reach the capital in a month."
“This is all we have left. My wife keeps a close eye on us, taking the items out to touch them every day. We don’t have a chance to steal anything,” Song Dahua frowned.
Because of their conflict with the Qiao family, the Song family did not purchase fertilizers and pesticides from them. As a result, their yield was the lowest in the first crop of this year. They also did not purchase plastic greenhouses last winter. Even though they followed the trend and planted some crops, they still failed to harvest anything. Therefore, they had very little grain to sell.
Seeing that the villagers were selling grain and that every household was starting to save money again and recovering their losses quickly, Old Lady Song became even more determined to hold onto her savings.
She's old now, and her family is in such a state. She has no energy left, and little spirit left. All she wants is to hold onto this little bit of money until the day she enters her coffin, when she can close her eyes and be done with it all.
The Song family is useless; she doesn't want to deal with them anymore.
Normally, the silver was kept securely locked up. To prevent it from being vandalized, Old Lady Song bought an iron cabinet with three locks, and the keys were hidden in different places, changing every day.
After thinking it over carefully, Song Xiaohua said, "For the sake of our future, we have no choice but to get serious."
"What do you know about the real deal?" Seeing her younger sister's suddenly gloomy face, Song Dahua was slightly alarmed.
Song Xiaohua has always been more ruthless and decisive than her, especially as she gets older, she becomes more cold-blooded and selfish, and even she has to be careful and wary of her, for fear that she might be bitten by her one day.
Song Xiaohua covered her mouth with her hand and whispered in her ear: "When the old woman takes out the silver to count, we'll take advantage of her moment of inattention, hit her on the head with a stick, knock her unconscious, and then leave with the silver."
“That’s our grandma, even if she wasn’t particularly good to us.” Song Dahua was startled.
"Sister, my old lady's hair has all turned white, and she hates the Qiao family every day. She's been working herself to the bone and won't live much longer. Is she more important, or is our future more important?"
"Once we get to the capital, we can marry into a wealthy family and have no worries about food and drink. We can live a life of luxury and maybe even get revenge on that bitch Qiao Lian'er."
Song Dahua thought about it and agreed, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it, and her face still showed hesitation.
"Leave the task of knocking out the old woman to me. When the time comes, you take the silver and run away to hide, so as not to attract the attention of others."
Song Xiaohua sneered inwardly, thinking, "What a coward! Once we get to the capital, someone like her will have the upper hand."
The two sisters made that decision.
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