The tycoon's wicked wife from the era of literature has been reborn.

Stepping out of her home, Gao Qinghe stood on the empty main road, looking left and right.

The chicken coop was easy to spot.

Gao Qinghe strode over, first checking out her mother-in-law's small chicken coop, then glancing at the two small vegetable plots outside the fence.

The field was planted with bok choy and scallions, but the weeds grew taller than the vegetables.

She squinted and scanned the area inch by inch, mentally asking the system, "Did you see any areas damaged by the chickens?"

She can't tell at all.

The surveying system is always reliable, so I suggested that Gao Qinghe go further inside.

"Where?"

System: [Look down, it's right at your feet, the one with a chipped corner on its leaf.]

Gao Qinghe swore that the corner was really only the size of her fingernail!
"Wow, this is the first time I've met someone who dares to ask for more money than me. They have the nerve to demand compensation from my family for such a small amount of vegetable scraps?"

System: [Just a reminder, that's your mother-in-law's money.]

Gao Qinghe: "We're all family, why distinguish between you and me?"

You think you can take advantage of her? No way!

Three loud bangs as the door was kicked open shook the quiet little village.

Looking at the wooden door frame of Qin Jianshe's house in Zhaozhuang, it was teetering on the verge of collapse.

The system alarmed and warned: [Host, what you're doing is very uncivilized!]

"civilization?"

Gao Qinghe is ridiculous. What kind of civilization does a wicked woman like her have to talk about!
The homeowner rushed out of the house in a panic, about to start yelling at whoever kicked down their door.

Then I saw a beautiful but unfamiliar young woman standing with her hands on her hips at her front door.

Before Qin Jianshe's family could even ask any questions, the other side had already reached out their hands.

Gao Qinghe said matter-of-factly, "Give me back my family's money!"

Qin Jianshe looked completely bewildered. "Who are you? How dare you cause trouble in my house! Do you believe I'll slap you?"

Gao Qinghe replied loudly, "I never change my name or surname, Gao Qinghe. Do you know Qi Lianxin? She's my mother-in-law!"

After introducing herself, Gao Qinghe noticed some curious people approaching, and immediately began to complain about Qin Jianshe's family.

"My poor mother-in-law, she became a widow at such a young age and raised two children all by herself. She was such a good person, but all because one of her chickens accidentally pecked at a tiny bit of her vegetable leaf!"

She deliberately pointed to her little fingernail, saying, "Just this tiny bit, and they managed to swindle two yuan from my mother-in-law! That's two yuan!"

Qin Jianshe's wife was dumbfounded. She had just seen a pretty woman who seemed so gentle and delicate, but she never expected her to be even more unruly than her.

What about dignity?
You, a young married woman, have no dignity left!

Of course she still wanted it; Gao Qinghe didn't do the kind of thing where she would sit on the ground and roll around.

She would only go among friendly people, covering her eyes and sobbing.

She doesn't need to say anything; the discerning eyes of the people will tell the truth for her.

Aunt Zhang stepped forward and said, "Qin Jianshe's family, have you no shame? Quickly return the money! Two yuan for a few vegetable leaves, why don't you just rob someone!"

"It's just... just two yuan, do you have to make such a big deal out of it?" Qin Jianshe's family said guiltily.

Gao Qinghe: "Just two yuan? Is this about money? This is bullying!"

Gao Qinghe tugged at Zhang Agu's hand, "Auntie, you know my mother-in-law is honest and kind. After suffering this injustice today, she went home and killed the chicks she had raised with great care, saying that it would prevent them from eating someone else's food and causing trouble for our children by losing hundreds or thousands of dollars."

"Tell me, it breaks my heart to see my mother-in-law like this. How can I not come here to seek justice for her?"

Aunt Zhang nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes."

The people around also chimed in: "Indeed, indeed, how can children watch their elders suffer?"

Qin Jianshe rolled his eyes. "Oh, so she doesn't have to pay compensation just because her chicken pecked at my vegetables?" Gao Qinghe: "You do have to pay. I'll give you one cent, and you can return the rest of the dollar and ninety cents."

Everyone agreed that it was reasonable; the other party was willing to compensate, but it would be wrong for you to ask for more.

Qin Jianshe's wife glared at Gao Qinghe: "Your family is so rich, why are you making a scene with me over two yuan?"

Gao Qinghe would never be led astray; she would keep things separate.

She spread her hands and asked, "Don't you know how much a single vegetable leaf is worth?"

Qin Jianshe swallowed hard, thinking that he had eaten up a large vegetable garden, which was why he was asking for so much money.

Gao Qinghe waved her hand and said, "Everyone can come with me to her vegetable garden. The grass there is taller than the vegetables. If anyone finds any vegetables that have been eaten that are worth more than a dime, I'll give her a hundred dollars!"

Seeing a large group of people go crazy at the mention of 100 yuan and want to follow them to their own vegetable gardens.

Qin Jianshe's family hurriedly shouted, "Here you go! What bad luck! I'll give you back both yuan, okay?"

He was still angry. It was only two yuan. With Jiang Baohai's wealth, would he care about two pennies?
Gao Qinghe took the money, counted it three times, took out a dime and handed it to Qin Jianshe's family, then put the rest in her pocket and said with satisfaction:
"Alright, as long as the money is returned."

"By the way, if my family commits a crime and has to pay compensation, I won't say a word. But if anyone tries to take advantage of the situation and try to get money that isn't theirs, then..."

Gao Qinghe scanned everyone around her and said coldly, "Then don't blame me for being impolite!"

The people who were just watching the commotion were suddenly startled. Who were they going to call out?
Everyone looked at each other, and no one dared to say that they hadn't thought about Jiang Baohai's family's money.

Gao Qinghe shook her trouser legs and walked away gracefully.

When Jiang got home, her mother's stir-fried chicken was just served.

Gao Qinghe took out the 1.9 yuan coin from her pocket, showed it to her, and then lightly placed it on the table.

"Take it, no need to thank me. This fresh chicken is so fragrant, I won't stand on ceremony and enjoy it."

Pick up your chopsticks, sit down, and start eating.

She ate piece after piece of chicken without her movements seeming rough at all; on the contrary, it gave the impression that she was enjoying a Michelin-starred meal.

Jiang's mother stood there, stunned, holding the 1.9 yuan note, unable to recover for a long time.

After a long pause, he finally realized what was happening and asked timidly, "Where did this money come from?"

Gao Qinghe: "It's back to you from Aunt Qin Jianshe's family."

"You went to see her?" Jiang's mother was greatly shocked. "How did you know it was her house?"

wrong!

How did the daughter-in-law find out about this?
She didn't say a single word.

Gao Qinghe blew away a stray strand of hair that had fallen across her forehead, smiling without saying a word, because her mother could see it all.

Jiang's mother was a little incredulous, and also a little touched.

No one ever noticed her trivial matters.

"She didn't do anything to you, did she?" Jiang's mother looked at Gao Qinghe with concern.

Gao Qinghe waved her hand, gesturing for her to sit down and eat with her.

Jiang's mother shook her head, feeling that it all seemed unreal.

The money was just gotten back like that?
He asked cautiously, "What if Qin Jianshe gets angry if you do this?"

"I don't care what she does!"

Gao Qinghe slammed her hand on the table: "Sit down! Eat!"

Jiang's mother sat down quickly and picked up the bowl with trembling hands.

She thought pitifully, "Son, your wife yells at your mother the moment you're not home." (End of Chapter)