Grandpa Sheng Hongyang, who was sitting under the eaves smoking, didn't even glance at Sheng Qian, who had been pulled into the courtyard.
The old man smoked a bamboo pipe, also called a water pipe, which was made of bamboo tubes filled with water. The smoke was filtered through the water, reducing many toxins. As a result, some people gradually gave up their pipes and switched to smoking bamboo pipes.
Of course, it also depends on the local culture.
Grandma Sheng raised her eyebrows, and Sheng Qian could clearly see the disgust on her face.
Grandma Sheng said in a slightly sharp voice, "You still know how to come and serve us? What, you think you can fly to the sky just because you're married? A girl with ambitions higher than the sky, thinking that marrying into a family like that means you don't have to take care of the household? Who gave you the guts? If it weren't for your eldest uncle, would you have such good fortune?"
Sheng Qian rolled her eyes.
You're lucky, old woman, you should marry him.
Let's see if the Long family wants you.
"Mom, Xiaoqian just arrived," Xu Qiao winked at Old Madam Sheng, as if giving her some kind of secret signal.
“If I hadn’t gone to call for help, she might have gone to find that Liang Qiushen again. Grandma, we’ve said before that we’d arrange a marriage between Liang Qiushen and Sheng Ting. She didn’t listen and kept pestering people.” Sheng Muchen pointed at Sheng Qian: “Someone saw her talking to Liang Qiushen today.” Actually, no one saw anything, otherwise they would have seen Sheng Qian throwing mud.
Grandma Sheng's expression changed, and she immediately scolded, "You little thief, did you tell Liang Qiushen what you were supposed to say?"
Sheng Ting is five months older than Sheng Qian and is Sheng Qian's third cousin.
She was thin and weak, malnourished like Sheng Qian, and did the most housework.
My older cousin married a man ten years her senior a few years ago; he lived in another town.
"Ahem!" Uncle Shengping came out of another room, cleared his throat twice, and gave the family another signal.
After appreciating the family's true colors, Sheng Qian secretly found it amusing.
Sheng Ping, still with his usual easygoing demeanor, smiled at Sheng Qian: "Qian, your sister Tingting hasn't found a suitable match yet. Liang Qiushen has shown interest in your sister Tingting before, and your uncle thought that now that you're married, we shouldn't delay your sister Tingting's marriage. Last time you said you would pass on a message to Liang Qiushen, asking him to marry your sister Tingting. Did you say that?"
Sheng Qian chuckled and said, "Uncle, shouldn't we be talking to Liang Qiushen's parents about this?"
Liang Qiushen was able to finish high school, so his family must have some money.
The reason Sheng Ping was so proactive in finding men for the original owner was to ensure that Sheng Ting could marry Liang Qiushen smoothly.
Sheng Ting has absolutely no say in her own affairs.
She was busy in the kitchen, and the whole family was waiting for her to serve them.
The preference for sons over daughters was particularly strong in such an era.
The girls lying on the roadside were the ones being abandoned.
Grandma Sheng said angrily, "You didn't say what I told you to say, what's the point of your mouth?"
"They have mouths to eat, unlike some people who only know how to spew filth when they have mouths."
Sheng Qian made a picking motion with her ear, her expression revealing a hint of interest.
The whole family was stunned by Sheng Qian's words.
Realizing she'd been scolded, Old Madam Sheng's face contorted with rage. "You little slut, how dare you insult your elders! Ah Ping, bring me my cane!"
Sheng Ping quickly stopped her, "Mom, I invited Qian to come. Let's not argue with Qian about this today."
Sheng Muchen took out a rattan cane from behind his back and handed it to Grandma Sheng: "Grandma, beat her to death."
When Sheng Ting, who was working in the kitchen, heard about the rattan cane, she trembled with fear and almost dropped the vegetables in her hands.
"Mu Chen," Sheng Ping called out softly.
Sheng Muchen snorted, "Dad, do we need to hide it from her? If it weren't for you, would she have been able to climb up the social ladder? With her yellow cabbage-like appearance, it's a miracle anyone bought her. She even dared to come to our house and curse Grandma. I think she should be locked up and beaten."
Grandma Sheng put down the rattan cane and asked Sheng Qian with a cold face, "Since you're going to follow the Long family in the future, the house in town will definitely need to be vacated. Here's what we'll do: you can give the house to your eldest cousin to use when he gets married. Anyway, once you're gone, you won't need the house."
Finally, the family revealed their true colors.
Sheng Ping did this behind the scenes, secretly receiving additional benefits from the Long family, which she could ignore.
But this house is her dowry, and also her way of repaying him for taking care of her in the future.
This group of people had their eyes on her house, and today, for the first time ever, they called her over.
Taking advantage of Shengli and Luo Minjuan's absence, they finalized the matter first.
That's a great idea!
Sheng Qian glanced at the faces of these people and smiled, "Uncle, you must have received quite a bit of benefits behind the scenes. I won't ask about that. Judging from the Long family's generous style, you must have received a lot. With the benefits from the Long family, you could probably marry hundreds of wives."
Sheng Muchen, who was pointed at, frowned: "So, you're not going to give it to me? That house was something my dad got for you, so you have to give it to me whether you want to or not!"
Sheng Qian smiled and said, "Okay, I'll tell the Long family about that."
"Sheng Qian, you ungrateful girl, you're so ungrateful!" Sheng Muchen shouted angrily upon hearing that they were looking for the Long family.
When Sheng Muchen was eyeing the house, he automatically assumed the role of the homeowner, feeling that the house belonged to him.
Sheng Qian narrowed her dark eyes, a sharp glint appearing at the corners: "I'm ungrateful? Your family took a lot of benefits and then sold me out. I'm already being lenient by not holding you accountable. Now you're accusing me of being ungrateful? If I sold you out, would you be grateful and count the money in your pocket?"
The Sheng family stared wide-eyed.
For the first time, I saw a cold and sharp edge in the seemingly delicate Sheng Qian.
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