With Song Zhixiao's reply, Sung's heart was slightly at ease, he just did not expect her daughter to return before her son even left.

Her first thought was that her Elementary Scholar's body was a little better, and she went back to the sect with Mian Niang.

Mian Niang frowned, facing her mother's agitation, the anger in her heart began to rise.

How much work she had to do, she did not feel wronged, but felt that Wu Niang had to do these things in her mother's house. As her wife, she had to know what to do.

But, what was this now?

The room smelled of mildew and the mattress was damp.

"Mother still wants to do needlework. Before, when she was still not out yet, she had never made her mother suffer such grievances." Mother, please speak the truth. Was this needlework something you wanted to take on yourself, or was someone forcing you to take it? "

Just as Sung was about to speak, Wu Niang had already walked in. As their eyes met, Sung only smiled slightly: "This is naturally my mother who wants to take it. She is getting old, our family uses a lot of money, we can't just point to the place and pay, my mother has nothing better to do, embroidering a flower for needlework is not tiring, so we can at least make up for the cost of living, right?"

Mian Niang asked doubtfully: "Really?"

Sung patted her hands lightly, and laughed: "Look at you, could it be that this mother will lie to you?"

Mian Niang turned around and saw Wu Niang behind him.

Wu Niang didn't speak, her expression still faint. For a moment, Mian Niang was not sure if what her mother said was true or not.

Although her marriage had not been that long, she understood her family's behavior. It wasn't impossible for her to bully the weak and fear the strong, taking advantage of the lack of others in her family to do something.

It was not like she had never seen someone who disregarded ethics and criticized their mother-in-law harshly before.

However, Mian Niang was still not sure about Wu Niang's personality, and there was always a trace of hope in her heart, hoping that she was completely different from her mother and brother, that she would help her mother up, carry a mattress with her and walk outside while talking to Wu Niang about what to do with these things, and why to do it.

Mian Niang finished drying the bed, and then took out a dry mattress from the cupboard to spread on Mother's bed. She turned and smiled towards Wu Niang: "As a patient, you always need to pay more attention to the patient, you know, your elder brother also only drinks warm water, he cannot drink cold water, he also has to eat two chickens every morning. As our family is poor, we cannot afford anything good, so we can only use eggs to nourish your elder brother's body."

Wu Niang also laughed, but her smile was faint: "That's right, since there are patients in my home, naturally I can understand. It's just that I just married recently, so I really don't know what to do with regards to these matters.

"Mother has a good temper and her heart is soft. She loves you dearly, so she naturally doesn't want to tell you to do these things. But it's okay, now you know. From now on, just do it every day."

Mian Niang said to her in a friendly manner.

Wu Niang's expression was still as indifferent as before. It could not be considered as obedient, but she still agreed. Mian Niang was also not sure if she took this to heart, so she couldn't say anything at this time.

After they spoke for a while, the rest of them were about to leave. Sung knew that she had to go out to sell tofu before she could return to her home. He just told people to come back for lunch before leaving.

In the end, Mian Niang was not willing to go against Mother's wishes.

Thinking back to the three days time Gu Xin gave him, Mian Niang knew in the bottom of her heart that she might not have to face any sort of crisis in two days. At this time, she genuinely wanted to eat a meal at home.

As for the tofu hyacinth, things were already bad, there was nothing for her to be afraid of.

The result of not going home in time is nothing more than a scolding and a scolding.

She didn't care about it anymore. She had to have a proper meal with Abba and Mama at least.

It was just that they were delayed for a while today, so the tofu was not sold that fast. When they came back, the sun had already risen to its highest point.

The cotton kernels wiped the perspiration off its face, and Mian Niang tied the donkey cart properly.

When he entered the courtyard, his elder brother Ah Pa had already returned. He was currently washing his face.

Seeing her daughter, Song Youfu's eyes lit up, and nodded at her: "I'm back."

It was his old habit to pack a bag of cigarettes for himself, to light them, to smoke them, to seem to have lost a great deal of fatigue.

Looking at her daughter through a layer of smog, thinking of how she hadn't come back in three days, guilt flashed across her eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

Mian Niang obediently nodded her head: "Ah, Father, I'm back."

His elder brother had already washed his face. The water in the wooden basin had been poured out, replaced with clean water, and placed it on the wooden stool. "Mang, come and wash your face."

With a red face and an honest smile, Mian Niang's heart warmed, and she obediently walked over.

Wu Niang was cooking in the kitchen, and when she heard the commotion outside, she looked outside through the small window edge. Looking at the few people in the courtyard, she couldn't help but curl her lips.

Mian Niang washed her face and then came in. She greeted her with a smile and rolled up her sleeves to help her do what she had to do.

Wu Niang looked at her back and asked, "Does my mother know that you came back to the Chen family village today?"

"I don't know, so what? I just came back to take a look, and I didn't delay my tofu sales, so I'm not making any mistakes, am I? "

tofu hyacinth had never allowed her to return, nor had she revealed any signs of life. If it wasn't for her making a private decision today, she might not have been able to come back one day.

Mian Niang walked over, extended her hand and picked up the porridge on the stove, and said: "It's been hard on you!"

Looking at her back view, Wu Niang had a complicated expression on his face. As if he was playing with the spatula, he casually stir-fried it a few times and then took out the cabbage. Ye Zichen chucked the spatula back into the pot. Then, he thought about it for a moment, then carried the dish out.

There was no smile on her face, but the family seemed to be used to it, so no one said anything.

While Mian Niang ate, she secretly paid attention to her expression, and her gaze swept across her family members' faces.

He kept feeling that there was something fishy about this.

The table of the Song Family was always quiet. This family was really poor, even when their daughter came back, there was nothing good to eat.

It was already quite good for the cabbage to be mixed with lard.

Wu Niang ate a few bites before putting the bowl down. She stood up and left the table.

From the beginning to the end, he had never spoken a single word to the Brother A.

Mian Niang looked at her leaving figure, then turned to look at Brother A, where the nine foot tall man was just silently eating his meal.

Mian Niang somehow felt that Brother A seemed to be even less talkative than before.

After eating, Song Zhixiao put down his bowl and chopsticks, bid his parents farewell, and left the room.

Watching his son's figure disappear at the door, Sung couldn't help but sigh.

"My family has let Wu Niang down."

Mian Niang looked up at her, then lowered her head.

Sung touched the top of her head, "Ah Mang, this mother knows that you are feeling wronged, but Wu Niang is also feeling wronged. No matter what, their Mei Family's life is better than ours, and that Mei Family is a character who descended from the Literary Star. In the future, you still have hope. But, Wu Niang is different. In this lifetime, you will be a farmer's life. "

With a "dong" sound, it was the sound of a bowl being smashed on the table. Song Youfu said with an extremely displeased expression: "Speak about that, it was his mother who brought up this matter, and now, she is married into this house, and is a member of this family. What's there to be wronged about, it's all life."

He looked at his daughter and didn't say anything else.

Ah Mang married such a sick person, she said that she was not seriously ill, but until today, she still could not get up and follow Ah Mi back to the house. She might have gotten sick or something, but she was afraid that one day, if she did not enjoy the blessings, she would ..

Thinking of this, he felt even more unhappy.

Packing a bag of cigarettes, he blew out a thick cloud of smoke and watched Mian Niang choking and coughing, stand up and walk out the door.

This meal...

Mian Niang sighed in her heart, she did not know why this meal would be eaten like that, obviously when she just entered the door, her whole family was happy, who would have thought, with such a short period of time ..

When she went to see her mother, she already had the thought of leaving. However, he was still a little reluctant and wanted to stay with his mother for a little longer.

Mian Niang gave the ginseng to his mother, telling her to cut a piece every few days and put it in her mouth. She specifically told them not to let anyone else know about it.

This kind of thing was the type to cause trouble.

Sung was not willing to take it, and stared at her in doubt. "Tell Mother, this thing didn't come for real, right?"

How much would it cost to buy such a priceless item? How could he have it in his hands?

"How could it not be proper? Does Mother not know what kind of person Ah Mang is? That day, he rushed the donkey cart and clashed with a rich old man. He broke my tofu and compensated me with tofu money." "I had my own selfish thoughts. Since I've handed over the rest to Grandma, I'll buy this for you. The owner of the shop said that the quality isn't that good, so he sold it to me cheaply."

Her words were half true and half false, and Madame Song was still very much against it. "Dalang's condition isn't good either, you should just take it back and help him recover."

"If I take it back, how am I supposed to explain it to them? Tell them that I've made a loss."

Mian Niang's words made the Sung speechless.

"You are getting worse and worse, so you need to take good care of yourself. Can you keep this?"

His daughter was standing right in front of him, discussing carefully. She had gotten darker and skinnier ever since they had entered the yard. Although there was a smile on her face, she had never once mentioned the matter of her in-laws.

Even if Wu Niang was here, with only the two of them left in the room, what was there to say?

Your Abba is right, although he is very sick right now, there will be a day when he will be cured. As long as you treat him well, once he recovers, he will take the top scholar for you.

Mian Niang lowered her head. She did not want to speak, she did not like to hear these words.