That means it's the third generation of only sons, and in Meng Chuying's generation, it's still a girl.
"She must have had a very tough time in this era."
"This era?"
"No, it's nothing. I just mean that the child must be having a hard time being home alone."
Ye Lingyu nodded: "I can only say that she has no problem with food and clothing for the past two years."
By the time Meng Qiuliang had finished settling all the accounts, it was already dark.
The crowd had dispersed, and Meng Qiuliang stood up from the wooden stump: "Cheng San, the accounts are settled. Don't make any more foolish mistakes in the future. Live a good life with your wife."
Cheng Qingyan smiled and replied, "Okay, village chief, I promise I won't act foolishly like before. I'll make our lives prosperous and happy with my wife!"
Ye Lingyu laughed too. Of course she wouldn't act foolishly like before, right? She's a completely different person inside now!
Meng Qiuliang glanced at the sky, realizing that he had finished his business and it was time to go home, so he got up to say goodbye.
Cheng Qingyan and Ye Lingyu escorted him to the door, which was actually just a short walk.
"Village chief, you see my house needs repairs too. Could you recommend a couple of people to come and help? I'd also like to build a new stove and a table. Next time you come, I'll definitely invite you inside for tea."
Meng Qiuliang looked back at Cheng Qingyan. This kid is really different from the bastard he used to be.
He nodded with a smile and agreed to the task.
He was naturally happy to see one less troublemaker in the village.
After Meng Qiuliang left, their family returned to normal, except for having less money; nothing else changed.
But now Cheng Qingyan has become the talk of the village. Some say she must be up to something bad, while others say she might never change.
Most people were just there to watch the show, but the atmosphere at Cheng Da and Cheng Er's homes was a bit off.
They were regretting that they hadn't lent Cheng Qingyan money before, and now they were missing out on ten coins.
They were hatching a wicked plan, wondering if Cheng Qingyan had struck it rich and if they could get a share of the profits.
This Cheng is called Cheng Yuanfu, and he is Cheng Qingyan's older brother.
Cheng Er, whose real name is Cheng Yuanji, is Cheng Qingyan's second brother.
Cheng Yuanfu and Cheng Yuanji are biological brothers, and Cheng Yuanfu and Cheng Qingyan are three brothers.
Although they are relatives, they live a good life, have no worries about food and drink, and have extra money.
He looked down on Cheng Qingyan, so although they lived in the same village, they almost never visited each other.
Of course, that was before, in the past.
Now, Cheng Qingyan is really paying the interest to each household, and they are all in the crowd watching the excitement.
That evening, Cheng Qinglin met with Cheng Qingyun.
"Big brother, do you think the third sister might have suddenly become rich? How did she suddenly become wealthy?" Cheng Yuanji really couldn't understand how someone who couldn't even afford to eat could have money.
Cheng Yuanfu was also puzzled: "You know, today we've already spent nearly a tael of silver just on interest!"
Cheng Yuanji chimed in, "That's right, it would be so much better if we brothers got that tael of silver; it wouldn't benefit outsiders!"
Cheng Yuanfu silently drank his wine, saying nothing more. But he had already made up his mind; he would definitely go find Cheng Qingyan tomorrow and get to the bottom of things!
Cheng Qingyan, who was packing her things at home with Ye Lingyu, had no idea that her two adopted brothers had already set their sights on her.
I bought a lot of things today and have been busy until now, so I haven't had time to organize them yet.
New mattress, big iron pot, new clothes, new bowls! Oh, and meat too!
"My wife, we're having meat for dinner! We're having meat!"
Ye Lingyu spread the new mattress on the straw mat. She was a little reluctant to use it, but there was really no place to put it at home.
If the carpenter comes to make a table tomorrow, she'd like to have a wardrobe made first. It can hold the clothes she bought today, and also the new mattress.
Just as I was thinking about how to bring it up with Cheng Qingyan, I heard her excitedly shouting that she wanted to eat meat!
All you ever do is eat!
Ye Lingyu put the meat away and resignedly carried it to the kitchen.
They didn't buy oil, so they bought pork belly that was on the fattier side.
First, they fried the meat in the only pot until the oil was rendered out. The aroma of the meat wafted far and wide, and Cheng Qingyan sniffed around it.
It smells so good! My mouth is watering! Slurp!
She doesn't look like someone who has traveled from the 21st century at all; she looks more like a time traveler from ancient times who has never eaten refined food!
The fundamental reason is that she was a carnivore in modern times, someone who couldn't live without meat.
Since transmigrating, I haven't even seen a morsel of fat, let alone meat.
Ye Lingyu was also attracted by the aroma of pork, but she managed to control herself and didn't show it too obviously.
The rendered oil was poured into the newly bought oil jar, and the cracklings and meat filled a large bowl.
While putting rice into the pot, Ye Lingyu said to Cheng Qingyan, "I didn't go dig for wild vegetables today, and we can't just eat meat. Can you see if there are any small green vegetables that have fallen from the sky in the house?"
Cheng Qingyan's smile froze on her face: "Haha, okay, okay, I'll go inside and kowtow to God right now."
Ye Lingyu smiled and, without turning around, focused on tending the fire and cooking rice.
Back inside, Cheng Qingyan banged her head against the wall. Ye Lingyu had actually asked for some bok choy today, which made her heart skip a beat.
When she was doing these things secretly, she didn't feel any pressure. But now that things are out in the open, she feels a bit constrained.
The vegetables in the space had already ripened, so Cheng Qingyan took out a basket and went to find Ye Lingyu.
Having mentally prepared herself, if Ye Lingyu pressed her for answers, she would simply say that God would never drop anything for her family again.
Now that we've caught up with our lifestyle, we can no longer expose our personal space.
Although Ye Lingyu might not believe it, she had to stick to her story; these anxious days were truly unbearable.
There was still half a bucket of water left. Cheng Qingyan was washing vegetables beside her, her mind elsewhere, waiting for Ye Lingyu to ask her a question.
But she had almost finished washing the vegetables, and Ye Lingyu didn't ask her any questions, as if nothing had happened.
With something on his mind, Cheng Qingyan was still lost in thought even after the stir-fried vegetables and meat were cooked and placed on top of the fragrant rice.
Ye Lingyu's lack of questions and suspicion only made her feel worse.
"Aren't you going to ask where the vegetables came from? And what about the rice from before?"
There was no other way; in order for you to eat well and get a good night's sleep, Cheng Qingyan decided to take the initiative.
Ye Lingyu didn't even look up, continuing to eat her rice and meat until she swallowed the food in her mouth before slowly asking, "Where did you come from?"
Cheng Qingyan's mouth moved faster than her brain: "It fell from the sky."
Ye Lingyu continued eating without any expression: "Oh, I've finished asking. You should eat now. Vegetables cooked with lard won't taste good when they're cold."
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