Chapter 19: Divorce or Separation
The next day.
Ying Zhilin didn't sleep well all night.
I woke up in the morning with a dark patch under my eyes.
After breakfast, Ying Zhilin was packing his schoolbag in his room.
Wen Yan leaned over with a smile and said, "Last time you said you had a lot of Master Wu Yunzi's cat play paintings. Could you lend me a few to look at?"
Ying Zhilin took down a bamboo basket from the shelf in the corner and said, "It's all here, feel free to look around." After giving his instructions, Ying Zhilin went out.
Then she was heard telling her sister Wen Zhixue: "Grandma is back, remember to go to the academy to inform me."
Wen Yan opened the box.
I found it filled with unframed scrolls.
She picked one up at random and opened it.
His eyes suddenly widened.
It turned out to be Wu Yunzi's picture of cats playing.
It was indeed much better than the one he gave to Wen's father.
She opened another one.
Or a picture of cats playing.
The third one,
The fourth one,
The fifth one...
Wen Yan opened all the scrolls in the bamboo box.
She held her breath, closed the door, and then dared to breathe.
The entire box was filled with Wu Yunzi's authentic works, and most of them were pictures of cats playing.
If he took out any one of his paintings and sold it, it would be enough for Ying Zhilin to have food and clothing without worries.
It’s a pity that I had said shamelessly at the time: I would support his studies.
Isn't this like showing off your sword in front of Guan Gong?
You should know that Lin's family is so wealthy that he doesn't need her to support them.
Wen Yan covered her face and said: Oh~ I’m so embarrassed.
It took her a while to recover from the shock of knowing that Ying Zhilin was a rich man.
He selected a few of the best cat-playing pictures and put the rest back into the bamboo box.
She studied in the room for a long time, and finally spread out paper and pen, ready to paint.
She carefully took out a fist-sized white porcelain bottle from the drawer.
Pour the contents into the white ink dish. The bright blue color looks even more gorgeous in the white jade-like dish.
These beautiful blue pigments are the result of her and Hui Niang's time together.
It is also made from the purchased stones.
They worked for five or six days, but the finished product was only about one or two ounces.
The process is complicated and the output is low, but she is very satisfied with the finished product.
Wen Yan took out some more bottles and jars, all of which she bought yesterday.
Her main purpose for going into town yesterday was to buy these paints and canvases, and staring at Mrs. Qiao was just a side note.
Wen Yan paints in one go.
In less than half an hour, a vivid picture of green bamboo and colorful butterflies appeared on the canvas.
She had just hung up the picture when she heard a noise outside.
Wen Yan locked the door and went out to see that Mrs. Qiao had returned.
At this time, Mrs. Qiao was disheveled, leaning on a stick in her hand, and her calves were trembling.
She said nothing and went back to her room in silence.
After a while, groaning sounds of "Ouch, ouch" were heard from the room.
Third Aunt brought in a basin of hot water and a bowl of chicken noodle soup, and only then did Wen Yan and the others understand the reason.
It turned out that she took the wrong bus yesterday and was taken to an unknown and strange village.
Fortunately, she did not encounter any criminals. She took shelter in a dilapidated temple and almost did not sleep the whole night.
After finally waiting until dawn, she couldn't wait to walk back.
Unexpectedly, Mrs. Qiao had to go through this.
Wen Yan wanted to laugh, but held it back.
She reminded Ying Zhixue: "Go to the academy on the mountain and tell your brother."
"Hmph, you tell me." Ying Zhixue snorted coldly and went out to the mountain.
After dinner, Mrs. Qiao stayed in her room without making any noise.
Everyone thought she was sleeping on the kang, but how could she sleep after hearing so much news?
In fact, she had already sneaked out through the back door and went to Wutong Academy.
The uncle guarding the gate of the academy knew her and let her in immediately.
Mrs. Qiao came to the library and hid in the dark to spy.
When she found out that the person attending the class today was not Ying Zhilin, her heart skipped a beat.
I went to ask the person on duty and found out that Ying Zhilin had gone to Class A for class.
Wutong Academy is divided into many classes.
The four classes of Tiandi Xuanhuang only accept candidates who are preparing to take the imperial examinations.
The four classes A, B, C, and D only accept scholars preparing to take the imperial examinations, and the best among them is Class A.
It is said that if you enter Class A, you will definitely pass the exam.
Mrs. Qiao, who was already nervous, became even more confused.
no!
This home must score!
However, even if we have to divide it, we can't let the debt collectors from the second house get any benefit.
There are still three months until Lord Wen resumes his position.
She can take advantage of this time to find out their mistakes.
Let them leave the house!
Mrs. Qiao had a good plan.
But accidents always come so suddenly.
As soon as she returned to the village, she found a carriage parked in front of the Ying family's door, with many people standing around watching the show.
She hurried over and saw a well-dressed woman getting off the carriage.
The woman threw a piece of paper in Wen Yan's face and said coldly, "From today on, you will take care of yourself."
After saying that, the woman turned around, got on the carriage, and drove away.
Wen Yan picked up the paper tremblingly.
After unfolding it and taking a look at it, her face turned pale.
Hui Niang quickly supported her: "Madam, are you okay?"
Wen Yan's hands trembled and the paper in his hand fell to the ground.
Pei'er hurried to pick it up, but Mrs. Qiao got the paper first, unfolded it, and frowned.
She is illiterate.
Instead, Ying Ximei read out: "The letter of severance!"
"This is a letter of severing engagement." Ying Ximei screamed.
"Read it to mother quickly." Mrs. Qiao said anxiously.
"Okay! Wen Yan, why are you stealing my things..." Ying Ximei was about to say it out loud when the paper was snatched away by Wen Yan.
"This is just a joke from my mother's family. There is no such thing as breaking off the relationship. Grandma, you must be tired. Go back to the house and rest." Wen Yan stuffed the paper into her sleeve, forced a smile, and wanted to leave after she finished speaking.
Mrs. Qiao looked at Wen Yan, then at the carriage that was driving away, and was shocked.
Could it be that the Wen family can’t wait to deal with them?
We can’t wait any longer!
Suddenly, her body tilted and she fell at Wen Yan's feet.
"My leg!" Mrs. Qiao cried out in pain, holding her leg. "Wen Yan, I'm your grandmother. How dare you hit me?"
Qiao Dashuang and Mrs. Qiao have a tacit understanding.
Without even needing an eye contact, Qiao Dashuang threw himself on Mrs. Qiao and started acting: "Mother... Mother, are you okay? Wen Yan hitting your own grandmother, that's totally unjust!"
The patriarch came hurriedly.
As soon as Qiao Dashuang saw him, he cried and complained about how unfilial Wen Yan was and how Wen Yan beat his grandmother in broad daylight.
The clan leader said sullenly, "Where did you get hit? Show me the wound."
Mrs. Qiao immediately pulled up her sleeves, revealing the bruises on her forearms: "Chief, this matter must be dealt with seriously." This was caused by a fall this morning, and it just happened to be useful here.
He looked at Mrs. Qiao for a moment, then sent someone to the academy to call Ying Zhilin back.
Aunt Liu immediately called her son Dahu over and said, "You're fast, run for me."
"Okay!" Dahu responded and ran out like the wind.
After a while, he hurried back with Ying Zhilin.
It turned out that as soon as he arrived at the village entrance, he ran into Ying Zhilin who was just getting out of school.
Ying Zhilin squeezed into the crowd and stood in front of Wen Yan to protect her, but his protective gesture should not be too obvious.
He panted and bowed to the clan leader: "Grandpa clan leader, what's going on?"
The patriarch briefly recounted the incident.
Ying Zhilin's brows were tightly furrowed.
He wanted to split the family business, but he wouldn't let Wen Yan take the blame for it.
He looked at the several respected elders in the crowd and said, "Did you see my wife beating my grandmother?"
The seven of them shook their heads and told the truth, "We were all standing there perfectly fine. Your wife turned around and tried to leave, and Mrs. Qiao fell at her feet."
Ying Zhilin looked at Mrs. Qiao with a gentle but uncomfortable look in her eyes: "Grandma, tell me what you really want."
When Mrs. Qiao's fraudulent behavior was exposed, she simply gave up pretending. "We can't afford such a lazy and incompetent granddaughter-in-law. Divorce her or split up the family and sever ties. You can choose one."
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