The Wealthy Eldest Sister Rules Supreme

Chapter 110 - no: Really Stupid (One More Update)

Chapter 110: Chapter no: Really Stupid (One More Update)

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“So you asked Qiuying to accompany you here today. Are you planning to let Qiuying visit more frequently in the future?” asked Zhuang Qingning.

“Yes.” Mrs. Liu nodded: “Qiuying is growing up, she can help with some chores now. I fell ill recently and feel less robust than before, I find it hard to keep up in this place. That’s why I thought of letting Qiuying accompany me first, once she is familiar with everything, she can take over the work.”

“But only I can make the fried chop rice cake satisfactorily, Qiuying’s skill is still lacking. However, as the weather gets hotter, the fried chop rice cake cannot be stored for long. I guess the business will have to pause during the summer.”

As she reached this point, Mrs. Liu couldn’t help but sigh.

The kids were at odds, causing so much fuss and turmoil in the family. In the end, they simply broke up the family, at least it’s quieter now with everyone living separately.

But while it’s quieter, life has become tougher.

The second and third families were stubborn, claiming the eldest had no sons, and so should not get much share from the family’s assets. They were not willing to give any to Zhuang Qingning’s family.

In the end, it was Mrs. Liu who persuaded them to let the eldest keep two acres of farmland and a couple of rooms in the old courtyard. She moved in with them, thinking that she could at least make some money selling the fried chop rice cake to help.

The eldest son and his wife were honest and modest. They took the land sparingly and spent their days doing odd jobs to earn money. Life was rather tough for them.

Ah, more than anything, Mrs. Liu regretted not standing up more for her sons, especially the eldest with his pleasant nature, and blamed her lack of assertiveness.

Mrs. Liu heaved another sigh in her heart, but did not mention it again and switched to regular household topics with Zhuang Qingning.

When the fried chop rice cake was almost sold out, Zhuang Qingning noticed it was getting late, so she began packing up to take Zhuang Qingsui home, buying some groceries on the way.

Pork belly, bean sprouts, steamed bun for lunch.

The oil was plentiful, the meat was sufficient. When she initially started to stir-fry, the aroma filled the air.

“Zhuang is cooking some delicious food again, it smells so good.”

A passerby who happened to be in front of the house remarked.

“The tofu business is doing very well. It’s just the two sisters, they don’t have to worry about future problems, so naturally they can afford to eat well.”

“Okay okay, however fragrant the food is, it’s not for you to cat. Hurry up and go home.”

A man next to him nudged the person speaking, carrying his hoe and continuing along his way.

A little distance behind, Mrs. Song’s face was dark as coal, as she took a deep sniff of the aroma.

It smelled so good!

Those two wretched girls were eating meat again!

How come they were so lucky, and her family was stuck eating bland vegetables, not even a trace of oil permissioned?

Why were their fates so different?

Mrs. Song was so frustrated she could gnash her teeth to pieces. She wished she could burst in and demand the deliciously smelling meat from them.

But the memory of having a butcher knife thrown at her and dead rats hung on her door by Zhuang Qingning…

Was enough to let Mrs. Song deflate her aggression.

Zhuang Qingning was too formidable, not someone she could mess with.

“Husband, are we going to let those two wretched girls continue having it good?” Furious, Mrs. Song asked Zhuang Ruman.

“If not, then what?” Zhuang Ruman glared at Mrs. Song irritably.

They couldn’t forcefully seize anything, nor could they manipulate Zhuang Qingning. She saw right through their plans. At present, Zhuang Ruman couldn’t think of any other ways to access the assets in Zhuang Qingning’s house.

Perhaps, the only opportunity would be when Zhuang Yuanrcn passes his imperial examination. That’s the only time the two girls may respect them and have something to discuss.

But that would mean waiting until next year.

Every time he thought of the money that should have been theirs being squandered by those two girls, Zhuang Ruman felt a blockade in his heart.

“If it’s up to me, we will forcefully flip over their tofu pot. After they lose their income source, let’s see how formidable they are!”

Mrs. Song stated angrily: “It’s clear those girls don’t plan on giving us any money, we might as well prevent them from earning any as well. Let us all suffer and starve!”

That’s much better than staying at home eating barely seasoned food while smelling the delicious food cooked by those girls every day.

“Easier said than done!” Zhuang Ruman glared at her once again.

Even though it was a good idea.

But that tofu pot? Could it be toppled?

Not to mention Zhuang Yonghe who sells tofu and would be the first to protect his pot, let alone the fact that Zhuang Ruman was no match for him physically. Even if it was Zhuang Mingliang, Mrs. Zhang, Mrs. Qian from the tofu shop, none of them were easy to deal with.

Not to mention the formidable Mrs. Wen who even past her prime could smack you with a shovel and wouldn’t even let you through the door.

Mrs. Wen…

Right, Mrs. Wen!

Smacking his forehead, Zhuang Ruman wondered how he hadn’t thought of this route.

He was such a fool!

As long as he could work his way through Mrs. Wen, there should be no issue in toppling the tofu pot.

Just thinking about it made him excited, his nose turning red. His whole body was itching to dance, and he would give himself a pat on the back.

Seeing Zhuang Ruman so elated, Mrs. Song was also happy: “Husband, you think flipping the tofu pot is a great idea, right? When are we going to do it? They say the early bird catches the worm, how about we go now?”

She was holding a hoe at the moment, just one strike down was sure to damage that pot, if not topple it completely. That would be the end of the tofu shop.

Thinking about Zhuang Qingning crying at the sight of her broken tofu pot filled Mrs. Song with joy. The grip around her hoe involuntarily tightened.

As soon as Zhuang Ruman heard Mrs. Song’s words, his spirit instantly fell.

“You fool!”

After grumbling, he stomped off.

Mumbling to himself while walking away.

What kind of wrong had he done in his previous life to end up with such a foolish wife? No matter the situation, she never thought things through..