He dared not get angry at Sun Jinhua, but he did dare to get angry at the person wearing his clothes.
He grumbled irritably, "Come on, sir! Do we have to be urged three or four times before you'll leave?"
Bai Ziqian's face flushed red and then turned pale, his hands gripping his clothes so tightly they turned white.
When it was time for lunch, the whole family looked at Bai Ziqian with rather unpleasant expressions.
Mother Fan knew that her eldest daughter-in-law wanted the fine clothes for the young man, but she still didn't look happy when she thought about the food that had to be distributed. She said condescendingly, "Here, take it and eat."
Bai Ziqian felt that the old woman's voice sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it before.
He was just about to reflect when he was stunned by the food that had been distributed in front of him.
"What, starved to death? Hahaha," Fan Dazhu mocked.
"Is this all you're eating? Is there nothing else?" Bai Ziqian asked with difficulty, looking at the bowl of black, mushy paste with a few vegetable leaves floating on top.
"We don't just eat this, we also have black flour buns!" Fan Erzhu announced proudly, his neck held high.
"No rice, meat, or eggs...?"
"You're dreaming! Who eats meat and rice during holidays or festivals?"
"I'd like to try it, but I'll have to see if they have any."
"Go ask around the whole village, and besides the old village chief's family who eats coarse rice and grains, who else can live as well as my family!"
“Our family has a lot of fertile land, so we can at least have a decent meal when it’s not busy with farming. We’re able to support you, who’s a freeloader. Other families wouldn’t be willing to do that.”
"What else do you have to complain about? Look at yourself, so weak and frail. Do you even deserve the food you eat?"
The whole family was making sarcastic remarks one after another, and Bai Ziqian gripped the bowl so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
Fan Qian slammed down his chopsticks and scolded sternly, "Enough! Can't you even shut your mouths while eating?"
"Eat quickly, so you can go work in the fields." They finally found someone who could work, but after chasing them away, he ended up doing all the work himself.
Everyone fell silent, rolled their eyes at Bai Ziqian, and started eating.
The Fan family also doesn't have a table—the one they had before was split in two by Hu Shuiqing and can't be repaired.
They don't have extra money to buy it, and nowadays they don't care whether it's served at the table or not.
The whole family, holding rough earthenware bowls and black steamed buns, casually found a place to squat down and start eating.
Bai Ziqian was used to squatting to eat, but he just couldn't get used to drinking the pungent, dark gruel.
It tastes awful!
It felt like countless pebbles were grinding in my throat, causing a fine, persistent pain.
Sometimes you'll encounter a shell that's not ground very finely, like swallowing a sword.
"Eldest son, how did you handle that matter?" Mother Fan asked, slurping down her dark flour porridge and smacking her lips between sips.
Fan Qian replied confidently, "Mother, don't worry, my cousin has already struck up a conversation with that classmate that my second brother mentioned. We'll expose him in a couple of days!"
Mother Fan nodded in satisfaction and smacked her lips, saying, "Good, that Hu Shuiqing has gone too far. He actually used such good bran to feed the chickens."
"They're still feeding their old mother bran and chaff. I think her good days are over. Just wait, son, you'll teach them a lesson they won't forget!"
Upon hearing Shui Qing's name, Bai Ziqian finally regained his senses and remembered where he had heard the old woman's voice before!
On the first day after he was rescued, lying on the cart, in a daze, he heard Aunt Shuiqing's voice rebuking him.
In other words, the family he's newly arrived at is the home of Aunt Shuiqing's mother-in-law and brother-in-law...
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