Seeing that Zhao was keeping her head down and not saying anything, Li Manying continued, "Mother, we have to keep a close eye on them. If they do something bad behind our backs, then you have to step in and do something about it, so as not to tarnish our family's reputation."
If there's anything good happening, we need to know even more; we can't let that family be so smug!
In this respect, Li Manying and Zhao Shi are exactly the same. When trouble comes, they run away faster than anyone else, and when there is good fortune, they must try to take advantage of it.
Zhao glared at her and said sternly, "Then you go and keep an eye on things. Don't just laze around all day. I have to wake you up in the morning! Look around the whole village, what kind of daughter-in-law acts like you!"
"Okay, I'll keep an eye on it."
Li Manying was holding her breath, but she was also very curious about this matter, so she could only reluctantly agree.
Let them keep staring, I'll just give up sleeping in.
Anyway, their house is at the entrance of the village, so who doesn't come and go from her house? If something happens to the second son's family, she'll definitely know, unless they never leave the house again.
Zhao tapped her bowl with her chopsticks and said fiercely, "If the second son's family goes hungry, no one is allowed to help them. Anyone who dares to come and beg for food will be beaten out with a big stick!"
Thinking about the humiliation she had suffered today, Zhao couldn't swallow her anger.
"Mother, don't worry, our things are all from small trees and saplings, how could they possibly be allowed to take advantage of us?"
The second son's leg is crippled, leaving only his younger siblings and three children. Even with ten acres of land, they can't grow enough food, and they will suffer.
"They're so ungrateful, they actually made you so angry, Mother! They deserve to go hungry!"
Li Manying was all smiles; there was no need for Zhao to say anything about this.
She had disliked Cheng Yue from the beginning. Not only was she beautiful, but she was also pampered by her parents and her husband. Why did she get all the benefits?
They're all girls, and all her parents do is beat and scold her. Why is it that Cheng Yue gets to be loved?
However, Cheng Yue is not very bright. After being suppressed by her for so many years, he finally got his revenge.
Who would have thought that after hitting his head, he would become so clever that he dared to swindle her money? Not only that, he was also sharp-tongued and would curse at her at the drop of a hat, and she couldn't do anything about it.
I was so frustrated, it only got better after we separated.
Li Manying took a bite of her coarse flour bun, thinking that Cheng Yue and the others were probably eating bran and wild vegetable porridge, and the more she thought about it, the happier she felt.
She was just waiting for the day when his family couldn't afford to eat, to see how Cheng Yue would beg her in a lowly voice!
Cheng Yue had just finished tidying up when she suddenly sneezed twice.
Chen An said with concern, "A-Yue, wear more clothes in the morning and evening, lest you catch a cold."
Cheng Yue shrugged. "It's nothing, I'm perfectly healthy. They're probably just cursing at me over there!"
She can time travel through time by thinking about it, cursing it, and muttering about it; it's not unreasonable for her to be a little superstitious.
Chen An pursed his lips and said, "Mother is the most vengeful person. She suffered a great loss this time, and it's hard to say what she might do. You should be extra careful when you go back and forth."
"We'll deal with whatever comes our way, no problem."
Cheng Yue didn't think Zhao could do anything; she was just slow-witted and cunning, unlike Chen Ping and Li Manying.
If it weren't for the fact that Zhao and Li Manying were incredibly lazy and never left the village, and that she passed by the village entrance every day, they would have known about her business long ago.
However, she didn't hide it. The village was tiny; if someone wet the bed at night, the news would spread throughout the village by the next morning.
Everyone in the village knew about her business dealings, except that no one told the Chen family.
Chen An's gaze was deep, and he gave a soft "hmm" and said, "I'm afraid they'll keep coming up to you and annoy you."
He's not able to walk properly now, so if something really happens, he probably won't be able to protect Ah Yue and the three children.
Even though the family has separated now, Zhao is still his mother. If he goes too far, he might be branded as unfilial, and even his children would be ashamed.
He is not afraid of anything, but he cannot ignore the children.
Cheng Yue understood Chen An's meaning and said confidently, "Don't worry, we won't suffer any losses."
The Chen family is a nuisance, but we can't send them to their deaths. She's a successor of socialism; she simply can't bring herself to commit murder.
These ancient officials weren't just sitting idly by; she'd finally been given a second chance at life, and she didn't want to just kick the bucket like that.
However, she wasn't one to suffer in silence; she could subtly trip them up.
But making money is the most important thing right now; causing trouble can wait. Of course, if they come to us on their own, then we'll make them regret it.
The next morning, Cheng Yue took her three children to set up her stall as usual. Until she found other ways to make money, he luo noodles were her cash cow.
Just as the group of people pushed the cart out of the village, Li Manying quickly came out of the door to catch up.
She had just peeked through the door and saw Cheng Yue pushing a cart full of tables, chairs, pots, pans, and other dishes. How could this be anything but a big deal?
Cheng Yue and her friends walked forward chatting and laughing, while Li Manying followed furtively behind them.
Afraid of being discovered, she dared not follow too closely and could only cautiously slip behind the tree.
As they approached the town, Chen Lin leaned close to Cheng Yue and whispered, "Mom, I have a feeling someone is following us."
Chen Tong and Chen Ning clung tightly to Cheng Yue's sleeve, saying fearfully, "I think so too, Mother, do you think it's some kind of bad person?"
They sensed something was off along the way, glancing back every now and then, but didn't find anyone strange.
They were really afraid that they had been targeted by child traffickers, or that someone was eyeing their business; either way, it was not a good thing.
Dad's not here, it's just Mom and the others, what are we going to do?
Cheng Yue raised an eyebrow. The three children were quite perceptive, but judging from their expressions, they were clearly frightened and probably imagining things.
He then said softly, "There is someone following us, but it's none other than your aunt."
As soon as she left the village, she realized that the roadside trees were as thick as bowls, and Li Manying's big buttocks couldn't be hidden at all. She had already given herself away, and she was just burying her head in the sand.
The reason she didn't say anything was because she wanted to see what kind of trouble Li Manying was going to cause.
After all, it's easier to dodge a spear in the open than to guard against an arrow in the dark; it's always easier to deal with an enemy in the open than one in the dark.
Chen Lin scratched the back of his head. "What's Auntie doing following us?"
Cheng Yue didn't speak, but looked at Chen Tong. Chen Tong pouted and said, "What else can we do but watch what we're doing?"
"Grandma must have said something yesterday that made my aunt come with us."
Chen Ning said angrily, "Mom, Auntie is definitely up to no good. We have to get rid of her!"
Chen Lin suddenly realized, "They're trying to steal our business?!"
Cheng Yue smiled and said, "Even if we drive her away now, she'll still follow us. If she wants to follow, let her. We'll just pretend we don't know anything."
As for competing for business, that's also possible; it all comes down to who has the best skills.
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