Like Zhou Pingping, the Qin family was also hungry. Without any food, they had only a handful of withered wild vegetables left for dinner.
After being used to eating grains, they suddenly switched to wild vegetables, and several people's faces turned green from eating them.
There was only a handful of wild vegetables, and they were gone just as they were filling the meal. Qin Wanru wiped the corners of her mouth with a silk handkerchief and said, "Mom, this is all we have left. How are we going to survive tomorrow?"
Widow Song dropped the last piece of vegetable leaf in the bowl into her mouth and smacked her lips. "Who could have thought that girl Wang Xiuxiu was so cruel? I thought she was a down-to-earth girl and wanted to raise her as a concubine for Mo Sheng. She really let me down."
Qin Mosheng's face was also very ugly. He thought that Wang Xiuxiu would send the food back after she figured it out, but Wang Xiuxiu was so determined that she was really hopeless.
"Mr. Mo? I'm talking to you, can you hear me?"
Qin Mosheng came back to his senses, "What?"
"I'm saying, if all else fails, you should go find Wang Xiuxiu and give in. At least you can get through this period of fleeing famine. Otherwise, people will starve to death before we even reach our destination."
Qin Mosheng also understood that he had no choice but to bow his head. However, the thought of coaxing that vulgar country girl made him feel uncomfortable all over.
He thought for a moment, took out a piece of paper from his bag, and quickly wrote a line of poetry.
"Mom, take this with you and tell her I asked you to go. I'm sure she'll change her mind once she sees it."
Widow Song smiled brightly, "My son is the one who has the idea. She has always loved your talent. Now that you are willing to write for her, she will definitely be very happy. I will go right away."
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Not far away, the village chief's family had just finished dinner. While Wang Xiuxiu was taking the pots and pans to the river to wash them, Widow Song came over.
"Xiu Xiu, are you washing the dishes?"
Wang Xiuxiu glanced at her and lowered her head again, "Yes, Aunt Song, you have something to say."
His attitude was cold and distant, and he no longer had the warmth and warmth he once had.
"Well, what could possibly happen to me? It's just us girls chatting."
Widow Song looked around and whispered, "This is what happened. Mo Sheng just told me that at noon, he was a little angry about what the village chief said, but it wasn't directed at you. He regrets it now and even asked me to give this to you."
Even at this critical moment, Widow Song still didn't forget to brag about her son, "My son doesn't write for others easily, so you'd better keep this."
She thought that Wang Xiuxiu was still the silly girl who was deeply in love with Qin Mosheng, and that this thin piece of paper would make Wang Xiuxiu continue to work like a slave for them.
But this time Widow Song was wrong. Wang Xiuxiu looked at the "calligraphy" that she had once wanted so much and was too lazy to even take it.
"I remember Qin Mosheng said that he couldn't write for me because what is that called? Oh, yes, private communication, I can't stand it."
"Oh, what's the secret? In my heart, you are my future daughter-in-law. You are so kind and capable. Mr. Mo and I like you from the bottom of our hearts."
These were the words Wang Xiuxiu most wanted to hear. She had made so many efforts just to marry Qin Mosheng.
But now, Wang Xiuxiu found it ridiculous. She shook off the water in the bowl and said, "I'm just a country girl, not worthy of the number one scholar. I won't use those material possessions to seduce or tempt you again. You can rest assured."
"Xiu Xiu, that's not what I meant... Hey! Xiu Xiu!"
Wang Xiuxiu left without looking back, and Widow Song called her several times but failed to stop her.
This damn girl! Mo Sheng should just not want her, what a piece of shit!
Widow Song returned empty-handed after a disappointing defeat. Now the only option left was for Qin Mosheng to take the lead himself.
When Qin Mosheng saw Widow Song bringing back his calligraphy intact, he knew that this trick was useless. Although he was reluctant, a gentleman should put filial piety first. For the sake of his mother and sister, he had to bow to that wild girl.
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After all, Wang Xiuxiu had liked Qin Mosheng for so many years, and she was a little sad at first, but when Widow Song came, she no longer had any attachment to him.
The self-respect of a gentleman and the integrity of a scholar can all be ignored for the sake of two pounds of rice and flour.
Fortunately, she used to respect Qin Mosheng in every way. Now she thinks that she was really confused at that time.
Wang Xiuxiu had something to say, so she went to Su Man to talk about it.
"...someone said before that a scholar's calligraphy is as precious as gold and shouldn't be given away lightly. Now Widow Song has brought it over so casually. It really makes me so angry."
Su Man, who was picking vegetables, was happy. Qin Mosheng was really at his wit's end.
If he had behaved like a gentleman from beginning to end, Wang Xiuxiu might have admired him for not bending to the rules for a few pieces of silver. But the more he humbled himself, the more Wang Xiuxiu felt that everything he had done before was a joke.
It’s like you’ve been licking the cool male god for several years, and he’s always unwilling to pay attention to you. But when you take out the keys to your Ferrari, his attitude towards you immediately changes, and he’s willing to call you baby or sweetheart.
Is he still the same person? Yes.
But is he still your idol? No.
Su Man looked at the disillusioned Wang Xiuxiu and said with a smile, "So, the man you originally admired was not the real him, but just a perfect shadow in your imagination. But you can't live your life based on imagination alone. Instead of looking at the distant future, it's better to cherish the person in front of you."
"The person in front of me?"
Wang Xiuxiu was puzzled, "Who is it?"
Su Man pointed to the right.
Wang Dabao from the village was chopping wood while secretly looking at Wang Xiuxiu. When he saw Wang Xiuxiu looking at him, he hurriedly lowered his head and missed the wood he chopped. The wood fell and the axe fell, leaving him in a panic.
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