The old woman became rich by relying on the supermarket instead of selling her granddaughter

"Sanhua-san, this is not good."

Although she was extremely tempted, He Gui Niang still relied on her strong will and opened her mouth with difficulty to politely refuse Meng Lan.

"Yes, auntie, you should take this fish back to give Sanhua some nourishment."

He Gui smelled the aroma of the braised crucian carp and couldn't help swallowing, but he still forced himself to agree with his mother.

"A Gui Niang, what's the big deal? You give me chickens and I give you fish. We are from the same village, why are you being so polite?"

After Meng Lan finished talking to He Gui Niang, she turned and looked at He Gui.

"Don't worry, Agui. I bought three crucian carps from town today, and I specially took one out to make fish soup for Sanhua."

Only after hearing what Meng Lan said did He Gui Niang and He Gui finally shut up.

He Gui Niang was moved by Meng Lan's attitude. She began to doubt herself and wondered if she had misunderstood Meng Lan too much in the past. After all, if she, a widow, was not a little fierce, how could she raise six children?

He Gui was also happy to see Meng Lan willing to buy fish for Sanhua. He was a simple person, he liked anyone who was good to Sanhua.

Meng Lan finished drinking the water, thinking that the thank-you gift had been delivered, and there was nothing else to do. She was now hungry and greedy, and it was time for dinner, so she went out to call her three sons and planned to go home for dinner.

So Meng Lan took her three sons back home, and all the way her mind was filled with thoughts about how to deal with the delicious braised crucian carp at home.

Not long after Meng Lan and her three sons left, the village chief He Dazhu returned home.

As soon as he entered the house, he smelled the faint fragrance wafting from his own yard. So He Dazhu followed the fragrance and walked into the main room.

When he saw the big plate of fish on the table, his eyes widened in surprise.

"Wife, did you do this?" He Dazhu's exclamation attracted He Gui Niang.

When He Dazhu saw his wife coming over, he immediately continued to ask.

"Wife, where did the fish come from? We can eat fish tonight. Was it the boss who caught the fish?" He Dazhu said while swallowing his saliva. It had been a long time since he had eaten fish.

He Gui Niang looked at her old man's greedy and useless look, rolled her eyes at him, and then began to explain.

"Dazhuzi, I haven't had time to tell you. Last night, our Agui asked me to kill a chicken at home..."

"What? Killing a chicken? Where's the chicken? How come it turns into a fish after I kill it?"

He Dazhu was a bit busy these days and was usually not at home during the day, so he was basically unaware of what was going on at home. When he heard his wife talk about his youngest son's "weird" behavior, He Dazhu was immediately surprised.

I was looking around for the chicken. They killed the chicken, but they ate the fish. It was really strange.

Under He Dazhu's puzzled gaze, He Gui Niang continued to talk on and on.

"This morning I cooked a pot of chicken soup and boiled a few eggs, and Agui took them to Sanhua's mother. His father, the child still likes Sanhua, so I thought we should just let him be. If you ask me, if these two children can really make it, in a few years our family will have another granddaughter or grandson..."

He Gui Niang imagined the scene of He Gui getting married, and the corners of her mouth rose involuntarily. She felt that she already had a grandson on her left hand and a granddaughter on her right hand.

After hearing what his wife said, He Dazhu felt so heartbroken that he slapped his thigh.

"Oh, this prodigal son, he really wants to give up my chicken! It's a chicken, not a cabbage. Let him eat it, why is he just giving it away like this?"

He Dazhu was usually quite frugal. He would not spend money on good food during festivals, as he would save money for his son and grandson. Ever since He Gui was short of the betrothal gift and failed to marry He Sanhua, the old man developed the habit of saving money.

Seeing that his wife was staring at him, He Dazhu hurriedly explained.

"Wife, I don't feel sorry for this chicken. Of course, I feel sorry for Sanhua, but I'm just afraid that the chicken won't make it into Sanhua's stomach. If you ask me, you'd better call Sanhua home some other day and you can give her some nourishment."

He Dazhu's idea coincided with He Gui's original idea.

"Agui's father, I think you have a deep misunderstanding of Sanhua's mother." Just like her, he did not regard the other party as a good person.

He Gui Niang felt a little guilty when she talked about this.

Just now, she had reflected on herself twice.

Reflecting on it for the first time, she told herself that Meng Lan was pretending to be fierce in the past, just to scare others and prevent them from looking down on their family.

Reflecting on it the second time, she told herself that although Meng Lan had used her daughter's betrothal gift to marry her son, which should be condemned, she now understands it a little bit.

He Laoliu died early, and Meng Lan, a widow, did not abandon or sell her six children and then remarry, which can be considered as having a conscience.

She supported her youngest son's education only because she wanted someone in the family to succeed. However, seeing He Tianci's current state, Meng Lan probably gave up the idea and looked much more normal and calm.

Without Meng Lan's knowledge, her originally dark image was much whiter in He Gui's mother's imagination.

When He Dazhu heard that his wife was actually speaking for Meng Lan, he widened his eyes in surprise, as if to say, weren't you the one who scolded her the harshest back then?

He Gui Niang ignored He Dazhu's expression, raised her chin towards the plate of fish on the table, and asked, "Dazhu, guess where this fish came from?"

After hearing what He Gui Niang said, He Dazhu's eyes fell on the plate of fish on the table again.

"Don't say this was taken from Meng Lan's family."

"Hey, don't disbelieve me, I'm telling you, this is really what Meng Lan brought to our house. She gave it to me personally."

He Dazhu looked at his wife's confident expression and felt that it was really a ghost.

How is this possible? Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Under He Dazhu's extremely shocked gaze, He Gui Niang nodded heavily, confirming what she had said again.

"When have I ever lied to you, old man? How dare you doubt me? I am so sad. I have been with you since I was fifteen, and I have given birth to your children and taken care of the household. Now you actually doubt me. You are so heartless, so heartless..."

Seeing He Dazhu standing there without saying anything, He Gui Niang thought that He Dazhu didn't believe her words, and she started howling without any action.

He Dazhu was shocked by his wife's howl and immediately came back to his senses.

"Don't cry, my wife. I believe you. I really do. I just wonder why Meng Lan would send fish to our family. What do you think she wants?"

"What's the point? What can we gain?" He Dazhui's wife stopped howling, put her hands on her hips, and looked at He Dazhui with a puzzled look.

He Dazhu lowered his voice with a mysterious look on his face.

"What else could she want? I think she wants our Ah Gui."

“Oh my—”

He Gui Niang recalled Meng Lan's expression today, and everything had an answer, and she suddenly realized.

"You are right, old man. I was wondering why Meng Lan came to our house today and kept looking at Agui. It turns out she came to see her son-in-law! I was wondering why she was so enthusiastic!"

Thinking of this, He Gui Niang became very proud. Meng Lan ignored her back then, but she would make it impossible for her to reach her limit in the future.

It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge.

Just when He Gui Niang was feeling smug, a loud and excited male voice was heard from the yard.

"Father, milk!"