Wan Cunhua quickly added fuel to the fire, "Grandma, you don't know, it seems like Second Uncle's family slaughtered twenty or thirty rabbits this time. The yard is full of rabbit skins..."
"No...it's forty-two," Zhao Xiaocao corrected.
She's been counting them carefully, so there's no way she's wrong. And her second aunt said she'd give her a rabbit fur scarf in winter.
Zhao Xiaocao was really looking forward to it; it must be very warm!
Wan Cunhua and Zhao Laopozi were both heartbroken when they learned the truth. There was so much meat, how long would it take to eat it all?
The Zhao family wouldn't even partake of oil.
No, we have to have some meat during these tough times.
Old Mrs. Zhao angrily jabbed the ground with her cane.
"Village beauty, I have three hundred coins in the hole under my bed. Go get them. Tomorrow we'll go to town and buy some meat so the family can have a good meal!"
Old Mrs. Zhao said it with certainty, as if she had made a very big decision.
Apart from Zhao Fengnian, Wan Cunhua and Zhao Xiaocao both turned pale.
Old Mrs. Zhao finally realized something was wrong. "What's wrong? Aren't you all happy that we're going to have meat at home?"
Why is this result so different from what she expected?
Zhao Xiaocao quickly shook her head, but she would never reveal the truth.
Wan Cunhua said a little scaredly, "Grandma... that three hundred coins..."
Old Mrs. Zhao immediately panicked upon hearing this, "What happened? Who touched my money!"
Ever since she started feeling unwell, she has had difficulty bending over and hasn't checked the savings under her bed to see if they're still there.
Seeing Wan Cunhua like this today, Old Lady Zhao had a strong bad feeling.
Wan Cunhua bit her lip, unsure of what to say.
"Village beauty, you must know about this, tell me!" Old Mrs. Zhao urged anxiously.
Wan Cunhua then began to speak: "Grandma, you gave 100 of your 300 coins to your second uncle's family because you were sick before. It was said to be your share of the family property, otherwise your second uncle's spirit would haunt you and you wouldn't get better."
Old Mrs. Zhao was so angry at this argument that she almost fainted. "Nonsense! How could my son blame me!"
No, she has to get that money back!
"What about the remaining two hundred coins?"
"The rest..." This made it even harder for Wan Cunhua to answer.
Just then, Mrs. Cheng entered the room happily.
"Fat Zhao, Thin Zhao, Mother's back..." When Madam Cheng saw Wan Cunhua and the others in the courtyard, she greeted them happily, "Oh, you're all here. What day is it today?"
She had just received her wages of one hundred coins and was given a holiday. As soon as she entered the village, she smelled the aroma of meat filling the entire village.
What's going on? Is the village celebrating the New Year early?
Wan Cunhua's eyes lit up, as if she had seen a savior.
"Third Aunt, you're back? Grandma, you should ask Third Aunt!"
Old Mrs. Zhao looked at Madam Cheng, who was puzzled, her smile still lingering.
"What's wrong, Mother? What's the matter...?"
Without thinking twice, Old Lady Zhao slapped Cheng across the face hard.
"Smack!"
The slap was so loud that even Er Mao's family next door could probably hear it.
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