Before Wen Zhaoye started earning money, he lived worse than the pigs in his family.
Even if he works half a day in the fields, his family usually won't wait for him to eat.
They wouldn't specifically save food for him; he'd usually just have leftover sauce or the bottom of the plate to eat.
Later, when she started bringing money home, Xu Cuifen would only give her a few days of kindness from time to time. Now, she always felt that with Wen Jiaojiao around, her status had risen considerably.
A slight smile crept across his tightly pursed lips, softening his usually cold and handsome face: "..."
If nothing serious is found when I get back, I'll grant her wish and marry her.
After Xu Cuifen finished her meal and waited for Wen Zhaoye to leave, she went to her room:
"Daughter, Mom will carry you to the toilet. You've been holding it in for so long, you'll get sick."
Wen Jiaojiao put the bowl on the stool beside the bed and confessed:
"Mom, my foot isn't actually injured. I just wanted to be a little lazy. Could you go outside and see if anyone's there? I'll run over to the bathroom myself."
Xu Cuifen showed no blame on her face; instead, she smiled and praised her wholeheartedly.
"My daughter is so smart, she'll work that little bastard to death. Now Mom will secretly make you something delicious."
Wen Jiaojiao: "..." I just wanted to be lazy, but her values are clearly warped.
Xu Cuifen turned and went out, first closing her own door to block Wen Xiaojian's view. She stood at the door and looked around. After helping Wen Jiaojiao finish using the toilet, she went to wash clothes.
With nothing to do, Wen Jiaojiao ate two pieces of peach shortbread. Feeling a bit thirsty but not wanting to trouble Xu Cuifen, she got out of bed, went to the main room, poured herself a glass of water, and sighed:
"Life is still pretty good."
With her back to the entrance of the main room, she was completely unaware that Wen Zhaoye had just stepped into the courtyard and was watching her with a light laugh.
In order to allow her to continue acting, they even deliberately moved her position to the side.
He only coughed lightly a few times to remind them when he could no longer see what was happening inside the main room.
Wen Jiaojiao's face stiffened. She decisively lifted one leg, maintaining a one-legged stance against the wall, and turned to look at him, saying:
"Did you get the matter of finding someone settled, brother?"
Wen Zhaoye glanced at her almost imperceptibly and noticed that she had raised her left foot.
His foot, covered in a plaster, was firmly planted on the ground. Three black lines appeared on his forehead; he was speechless.
How could something go wrong after all that water was being released?
Wen Jiaojiao didn't notice his gaze, but when she glanced down, she almost screamed in fright. Quick-thinking, she pointed behind him and said:
"Brother, look what that is?"
Seeing that she was using the same trick again, Wen Zhaoye was not fooled at all, and was even afraid that she would call him an idiot. He could see that her eyes were becoming more and more unsteady and trembling.
He paused for several seconds, until Wen Jiaojiao awkwardly withdrew her pointing hand, before turning around cooperatively and chuckling softly:
"There's nothing there." How adorably silly.
Wen Jiaojiao quickly changed her feet, took a breath, and hopped into the house while holding onto the wall:
"Maybe I'm seeing things."
Wen Zhaoye chuckled softly upon hearing this, his gentle demeanor like a warm spring breeze.
He ignored her, measured the door's dimensions, and went back to Zhang Qiaoling's house to have a door made.
Carpenter Zhang is making a bed board:
"Zhaoye, you're making a new bed and a new door, could it be that you're really getting married?"
"It's still early."
Wen Zhaoye didn't have the habit of chatting with the villagers. He left a message and went out to the fields.
Wen Jiaojiao was sleeping at home until noon when she was woken up by voices coming from the main room.
She assumed it was one of the people helping with the wheat harvest, and didn't think much of it, but then she suddenly overheard a few whispers:
"I bet her daughter is in her postpartum period, she's not busy at all, she's been sleeping until now."
"Then the Chinese medicine her mother brewed for her last time wasn't for treating infertility, but for abortion, right?"
"Who knows? Anyway, I can still sleep now, which is pretty amazing."
"I wasn't asleep, I heard everything clearly," Wen Jiaojiao said, her face falling. While all the women remained silent, she jumped out of the room and stretched her injured foot in front of the fat woman.
"How blind do you have to be to not see the plaster on my foot and then try to pull off my postpartum care?"
Women are ultimately there to earn money, and they're also afraid of doing the work, because if they offend her, they won't get paid. She smiled awkwardly.
"I was talking about someone else, Jiaojiao, don't overthink it."
Hearing the commotion inside, Xu Cuifen angrily covered the table full of cooked dishes.
He scooped out a few spoonfuls of white rice, added boiling water, then grabbed a handful of chopsticks, picked up a bowl of dried radish, and said irritably:
"Dinner's ready."
The woman who had just spoken smelled a delicious aroma wafting from the kitchen as she entered the house.
Thinking that his family was well-off, she was sure to have a good meal today, and she stood up solicitously:
"Then I'll go get the dishes."
Xu Cuifen seized the opportunity, threw the dried radish on the table, and said sarcastically:
"Why are you serving dishes? The dishes aren't here. We paid you to harvest the wheat."
"What, you expect me to prepare ten dishes and ten bowls of lavish food? Don't you know that even servants who receive wages are expected to be pampered by their masters?"
The woman never expected that all she wanted to do was earn money by harvesting wheat, but she was instead called a slave. She had already worked for half a day, so she swallowed her anger and kept quiet.
Wen Jiaojiao skipped and hopped back into the house, completely satisfied.
Indeed, when it comes to fighting power, we still have to look to Ms. Xu.
When Wen Zhaoye returned, he sensed something was wrong. Upon closer inspection, he saw that there was only Qingxi's porridge and a plate of dried radish on the table.
It's obvious that only Wen Jiaojiao's situation could have angered Xu Cuifen to the point of retaliating against them.
He ignored their hesitant expressions, went to the kitchen, and brought in two slightly better dishes.
The woman who had been scolded earlier stood up, beaming with delight, as she looked at the stir-fried green peppers and eggs and the stir-fried cured pork and lettuce.
"You see, Zhaoye is still the most polite."
Xu Cuifen rolled her eyes in a disapproving manner, but didn't say anything.
Wen Zhaoye's gaze did not fall on the group; instead, he looked on expectantly at them.
He walked into the house without stopping, placed the groceries on the stool beside the bed, and instructed:
"Eat quickly."
Wen Jiaojiao suppressed the urge to say she was full from all the pastries and took the chopsticks to eat:
"Thanks, bro."
Wen Zhaoye made a pointed remark:
"If you had any conscience, you would have gotten better sooner."
"That's definitely possible."
Wen Jiaojiao finished speaking with a smile, picked up a piece of scrambled eggs from the green pepper and scrambled eggs, and handed it to his bowl, saying ingratiatingly:
"You'll be busy all afternoon, so eat something good. You'll wear yourself out if you overwork yourself."
Hearing this, the people outside were all curious: how could the two have such a good relationship?
The woman who had spoken earlier sat down awkwardly and drank rice soaked in water.
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