Chapter 570 Sending a Horsewhip
The person who said this was He Chuan's mother.
Song Chunxue also thought that this made a lot of sense, after all, it was He Chuanniang.
But as an observer, these words were clearly malicious encouragement. She didn't even say whether she would give them land to cultivate or a house to build if they came back. This mother was too opportunistic.
She simply saw that He Chuan was well-dressed and had money in his pocket, so she wanted her son to come back and spend his money.
Song Chunxue was very curious about He Chuan's reaction.
“Yes, Chuan’er, you’ve been gone for three years. I thought you never planned to come back.” He Chuan’s father said, his voice filled with unbearable sorrow, as he walked to the pig’s trotters stall. “Since you left, the yard has been so quiet. We’ve lost all hope of farming. We’ve saved up a lot of grain these past two years. Come back. Your mother said she’ll change her temper and will never make things difficult for Jiang Hongying.”
He Chuan did not linger in front of the pork stall and continued walking forward, his tone casual and indifferent.
"So, who owns the land now that we're back? Have you decided which plot of land I'll be allocated to build a house on? Are you going to contribute some money to build me a yard?"
His parents remained silent.
The child behind said, "Uncle, uncle, I want this, I want that, I want to eat meat."
He Chuan ignored them and waited for his parents' reply.
"Hey Xiao Chuan, didn't the Jiang family give you money? Do you really need that little bit more?" It was He Chuan's second brother who spoke.
"So you want me to come and retire here, but you won't give me land or help me maintain the yard. Why should I come back?" He Chuan sneered calmly. "Besides, no amount of money lasts forever. If I come back and build a yard, I'll be broke. I'll have to depend on everyone's attitude to grow crops and eat food. Why should I come back?"
Mrs. He was furious. "Then why did you come back? To upset me, is that it?"
He Chuan maintained the same tone: indifferent, aloof, calm, and self-possessed, with a hint of mockery.
“I came back to see you all. I grew up here, and I don’t feel at ease if I don’t come back to visit. Besides, the He family didn’t give me much money. It’s enough for me to eat and use. Don’t make me buy those expensive little things. I wouldn’t even buy that many things for my own children.”
He Chuan's voice gradually faded away, "Didn't Mother always talk about the food at restaurants? Let me treat you to a meal."
The woman standing nearby called to her son, "He Hao, put the things down, your dad can't afford them!"
Song Chunxue originally wanted to go out for a walk, but she was really curious about what they would say later, so she went to the opposite side of the restaurant, sat down in a tea canister, and could see He Chuan's family noisily ordering food in the opposite private room.
Mother He kept muttering to herself.
"This dish is so expensive! It costs fifty copper coins, and this fish costs one hundred and fifty copper coins. Tsk tsk tsk, it's too expensive. One meal like this is enough to build a house. Let's go, let's not eat here. We'd rather spend this money on ourselves."
He Chuan's sister-in-law laughed and said, "Isn't it funny, Mother? He Chuan is rich. He only gets to eat this once in his life. Why are you worried about the money? If you don't eat it, they won't give you money to spend. Just taste the food that rich people eat. You can brag to the people in the village later."
“Exactly, we’re already here, a whole family of us. The waiter even poured tea and is waiting to order. You’re such a spoilsport, just leaving like that. You’re so shameless. I’m afraid people will laugh at us.”
"Yes, He Chuan can afford to treat us to this meal, so let's take advantage of this opportunity. Sit down and order some dishes that we don't have at home, so we can broaden our horizons."
Song Chunxue couldn't hear the commotion behind her very clearly, but she felt that He Chuan had it tough too, and thankfully he was sensible.
Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to keep this son-in-law.
Song Chunxue lost interest and was about to leave when she suddenly heard a sigh from across the street.
"Hey He Chuan, what brings you back? When did you arrive? Why didn't you bring your wife and children with you?"
"This is He Chuan! I almost didn't recognize him. He's changed so much in the years I haven't seen him. You're eating at a restaurant now. Have you made some money? I heard you went to the Jiang family to become a live-in son-in-law. Is that true?"
The two men were grinning and mocking He Chuan.
Song Chunxue sat back down, picked up her tea and took a sip, trying to discern the sounds from the other side amidst the noise.
"Oh my, look at these exquisite clothes, you must be living a good life," the glib-tongued man chuckled. "In that case, how about you pay back the money your second brother borrowed from me?"
"..." Song Chunxue was furious. What kind of person was this?!
The key point is that no one else said anything, so does that mean they tacitly agreed?
Oh!
What kind of people are these that He Chuan has gotten himself into?
"Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor. You yourself said it was my second brother who borrowed the money, so go find my second brother. When I didn't have money for medicine, why didn't you give me back the money you lent my second brother? So, according to you, my second brother's things are also my things?"
He Chuan laughed and said, "Look at what you're saying, it's hilarious."
Song Chunxue was overjoyed. She never expected her son-in-law to have such a sharp tongue. Why was she so happy to hear it?
"Hahaha, He Chuan, what you said is interesting. I like to hear it. I didn't expect you to be so eloquent. I remember before, you would just say 'uh-huh' or 'yeah' and you wouldn't say a word. But now you're so quick-witted."
"Likewise, when you were in school, your snot was like a green onion root, but now you still have spare money to lend to others, and your life is getting better and better."
"You..." The person on the other end was clearly not one to joke, and said through gritted teeth, "What's so great about you? You're just a live-in son-in-law, working like a slave for your wife's parents. Kid, speak properly. I'm not someone you can afford to mess with now."
I could vaguely hear the sound of a slap hitting my face.
Song Chunxue immediately stood up, the chair making a screeching sound on the ground.
"What's wrong, sir? Are you alright?"
The waiter ran over with a teapot, looking very concerned.
"It's nothing," Song Chunxue said with a smile to the waiter. "Would you mind running an errand for me?"
The waiter was taken aback.
Song Chunxue took out a string of copper coins. "Do you have any riding whips here? Send one to He Chuan in the private room of the restaurant across the street."
The waiter nodded repeatedly, "The shopkeeper has several riding whips; I can sell you one."
"Okay, then I'll trouble you. The rest is your errand fee."
"Oh, no, I can't accept that. I'll go right away."
After saying that, the waiter hurried downstairs.
Just then, a clanging and banging sound came from across the street, as if bowls and plates were being smashed on the ground.
"Let's talk this out, He Chuan, don't hit me."
"He Chuan, you've really grown bold, daring to lay a hand on me... Let go!"
"He Chuan, you've got guts now, huh? I didn't ask you to pay back my money, what's the rush? You've got plenty of money now, why are you trying to be tough? Let go of Brother Liu!"
"Ha, how ridiculous!"
Then came the sound of a chair falling over, followed by the sounds of them struggling and pulling at each other.
Before long, the knocking sound came. Song Chunxue wondered if her hearing had improved or if she could control her hearing.
"May I ask which of you is He Chuan?"
The noise inside the side room stopped.
"What do you want with me?"
"This is a riding whip given to you by the customer across the street. Please accept it."
He Chuan was surprised and quickly asked, "What did that person look like?"
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