The pretty widow is addicted to money, and the little wolfdog asks for a hug

Zhao Ying pulled my mother to sit at the wooden table.

In the candlelight, Mrs. Zhu saw that her daughter's cheeks had gained flesh, her complexion was rosy, her eyes were bright, and her hair was black and shiny. She looked younger and healthier than before. She suddenly felt extremely relieved, yet a little curious.

"Yingzi, tell me the truth, how could your family afford to build such a big house?" Don't let it be some ill-gotten gains.

Zhao Ying then told my mother all about how Gu Qinghuai had dug up a hundred-year-old ginseng, started a soap and cricket business, and saved the county magistrate's daughter for a reward of five hundred taels.

"Mom, don't worry. Our family is rich now. You and brother will live in my house and enjoy the good life. Huai'er is the head of the family now. She is very capable and there is no pressure at all for her to raise you."

Mrs. Zhu poked her daughter's forehead with her finger and said angrily, "Is there any mother like you? You always take on all the work for your daughter. Huai'er, a widow, has a hard life already."

"Mom, Huai'er is very capable now. You may not know it when you just arrived, but you will know it after a few days," Zhao Ying said proudly.

Mrs. Zhu glared at her, "No matter how powerful she is, you can't order her around. You, as a mother, have no ability yourself, but you rely on your daughter to enjoy the good life."

Zhao Ying laughed and said, "There's nothing I can do. Your daughter is stupid, but the baby I gave birth to is capable. I enjoy the blessing of my daughter, and you enjoy the blessing of your granddaughter. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. We are all Huai'er's closest relatives and elders. If we are distant with Huai'er, Huai'er will be sad."

"That's true," Mrs. Zhu breathed a sigh of relief, unable to hide her pride. "Just now, I saw Huai'er put everything in order at home, and she handled things very efficiently. This girl has really changed a lot."

She remembered that Huai'er used to be very timid and shy, and didn't dare to speak when he met people. It has been more than a year since she last saw him, and he seems like a different person.

Zhao Ying sighed with a complicated expression: "Huai'er really seems like a different person, it's because he was tortured too harshly in Old Zhou's house.

Before returning to her parents' home, she was beaten to death by the old hag from the Zhou family. After waking up, her temperament changed drastically.

She has to change. She is a widow at such a young age and is pregnant. How can a widow survive in this world?

Her mother's family is dilapidated, small and a mess. If she doesn't stand up, how will the whole family survive?

Alas, it’s all my fault as a useless mother, I’ve dragged her down.”

After hearing what Zhao Ying said, Mrs. Zhu was so angry that she was shaking. The Zhou family was really powerful. They actually bullied her granddaughter like this.

Mrs. Zhu secretly swore in her heart that she would teach the Zhou family a lesson.

"Grandma, please have some water," Gu Qingmiao placed a glass of sugary cold white wine in front of Mrs. Zhu.

When Mrs. Zhu saw her youngest granddaughter, she was about to hug her and cuddle her, but she was shocked to see that her face was covered with criss-crossing scars.

The light was dim and her eyes were blurry, so she didn't notice it at all.

"Oh my goodness! What's going on? What's wrong with Miaomiao's face?" Mrs. Zhu held Gu Qingmiao's little face, feeling very distressed.

Who doesn't know how important a girl's face is? Which bastard had ruined the face of her delicate and soft granddaughter?

Zhao Ying then told her mother in detail about the Gu family's old house and how the Li family sent their grandchildren to beat the three children and crush the adobe bricks.

Mrs. Zhu was so angry that she rushed into the kitchen on the spot, picked up a kitchen knife and was ready to fight the people in the Gu family's old house.

Zhao Ying quickly hugged her, "Mom, mom, don't be angry. The Gu family and the Li family were severely punished by Huai'er. Huai'er also scratched their girl's face and broke the legs of those children. He didn't even let the three-year-old child go."

When Mrs. Zhu heard this, she felt somewhat satisfied and looked at Gu Qinghuai who was busy in the kitchen with admiration.

As expected of her, Zhu Meijun’s granddaughter, she has to be so ruthless when dealing with those who bully them.

The mother and daughter had just calmed down when an inarticulate voice suddenly came from the straw hut, "Mo Jun... Mo Jun..."

Zhao Ying slapped her forehead and said, "Oh, look at my memory. Mom, I'll take you to see someone."

As he said this, he took his mother's hand and walked towards the wooden shed.

Mrs. Zhu looked suspicious.

Zhao Ying lit a candle, and the candlelight illuminated the wooden shed.

Seeing Wu Kuhua lying on the bed, staring at her with tears in her eyes, Zhu Meijun's nose suddenly felt sore and she rushed to the bedside, "Sister Kuhua, what... is wrong with you?"

Wu Kuhua suffered a serious stroke. Her mouth was crooked and her eyes were slanted, and she couldn't speak at all. After being nursed at Gu's house for more than ten days, her condition has improved a lot. Not only can she sit up, but she can also speak, but her speech is slurred.

Zhao Ying said angrily, "Mother, Aunt Kuhua's sons and daughters-in-law are simply inhuman. After Aunt Kuhua had a stroke, they ignored her and she almost starved to death. She was so dirty that maggots grew on her body. When we heard about it, we immediately went to find He Lizheng and asked her to break off the relationship with her two sons. Huai'er and Shan'er both agreed to take Aunt Kuhua home and take care of her in her old age."

Zhu Meijun was full of relief: "Yingzi, you did the right thing. When my mother was seven years old, she was exiled to a small mountain village in Beilu County with her grandfather. When she first arrived at the place of exile, she had nothing. The whole family had not eaten for several days and was so hungry that she could not stand up. It was your aunt Kuhua who brought a few steamed buns and five kilograms of coarse grains to help our family get through the difficult times.

Because of this, your aunt Kuhua was beaten by your parents and couldn't get out of bed for several days. If it weren't for your aunt Kuhua, our whole family would have starved to death. People should be grateful. Those who are ungrateful will not have a good ending!"

Listening to Zhu Meijun talking about the past, Wu Kuhua began to cry.

In fact, Meijun was also very kind to her.

When she was fifteen, if Meijun hadn't protected her, she would have been raped by some scoundrels in the village.

Meijun has always been very fierce. Whenever she goes out, she always puts a kitchen knife on her belt. So, even though she is very beautiful, no one dares to do anything to her.

Because Zhu Meijun really dares to use a kitchen knife to chop people without considering the consequences.

Those in the village who wanted to take advantage of her were chopped by her, and they called her a lunatic and a vicious woman.

Meijun grinned nonchalantly: "You are all right, I am your poisonous ancestor!"

Later, the northern barbarians invaded and their parents were killed. The two orphaned girls supported each other in the village until they got married.

Zhu Meijun held Wu Kuhua's hand and said, "Sister Kuhua, take good care of yourself and don't let your imagination run wild. I'll take care of you in the future. Anyway, I'm three years younger than you and I'm stronger than you. I won't die before you."

Wu Kuhua lying on the bed chuckled.

Gu Qinghuai cooked shredded pork noodles and put two poached eggs in each person's bowl.

The three people sitting at the wooden table were eating voraciously.

After taking a shower and changing into clean clothes, Qi Yuanxiu seemed like a completely different person. Although he did not shave off his beard, one could still see that he was calm, elegant, and had an outstanding demeanor.

Gu Qinghuai looked at the former royal trio and found that even though they were wearing coarse linen clothes, they could not hide their elegance and dignity.

That kind of natural aristocratic temperament probably takes several generations of wealth to be ingrained into one's bones.