Zhang Chuncao always hid the money without anyone knowing, but Old Lady Su was too familiar with their house, so even if she hid it secretly, she would be able to find it.

She opened the cabinet beside the kang, moved the clothes on it, and accurately found a secret compartment. From the compartment, she took out a handkerchief wrapped in money.

The money wrapped in the handkerchief was not particularly much, but there was at least one or two ounces of silver and thirty copper coins.

Old Mrs. Su counted again and again, and recalled how much money she had given to Su Xigen in the past. Excluding the money Su Xigen spent himself, the amount of money wrapped in the handkerchief did not match.

Although this money was enough to build a wall and a toilet, Grandma Su felt heartbroken when she thought that the little money left was spent by Zhang Chuncao.

Fortunately, Zhang Chuncao was not holding Su Fuju at the moment, so Old Lady Su immediately pulled out the silver hairpin that was stuck in Zhang Chuncao's hair.

"You have caused the trouble, so you have to pay for it with your money!" Old Mrs. Su was straightforward and decisive. She took the money and the hairpin and was about to leave.

Zhang Chuncao had just come back to her senses from the shock that Old Lady Su had found her money, and then Old Lady Su took away her hairpin. How could she not take any action?

Old Mrs. Su walked out holding on to the wall. She jumped off the kang and went to pull it.

"This is the hairpin my parents gave me as a dowry! That money is also my bottom-of-the-box money! Why do you take it away?"

Zhang Chuncao knew that she couldn't say that it was the private money saved by the third room, so she kept shouting that it was the treasure she brought as a dowry, and wanted to forcefully snatch the silver and hairpin back.

Old Mrs. Su was no match for her and was knocked to the ground by her.

She seized the opportunity to grab the item and almost got it.

But why almost?

That was naturally because when she was about to get the things, someone intervened and prevented her from getting the silver and the hairpin.

There is more than one person who is causing trouble.

When they heard the noise, it was Su Xikui's wife Liu Cuixiang, who had been pretending that this person didn't exist in the house when Old Lady Su came to Zhang Chuncao's room to look for money, and Su Xishan's wife Song Xiuhe, who was secretly observing the situation in her own room.

Two people rushed to Zhang Chuncao's room almost at the speed of flying. One of them took the silver and hairpin from Old Lady Su's hand and tried to help her up, while the other one pushed Zhang Chuncao.

With these two people interfering, Zhang Chuncao would naturally not be able to get the money and silver back.

Old Mrs. Su, who was helped up from the ground by Liu Cuixiang and Song Xiuhe, was very angry.

She felt that it was outrageous that Zhang Chuncao, a daughter-in-law, dared to hit her.

Enduring the physical discomfort, Old Lady Su took advantage of Zhang Chuncao's unpreparedness and slapped her twice in the face.

"You still have the nerve to snatch things from me! If it weren't for your bad mouth, would our Su family have suffered this today?"

After saying these words to Zhang Chuncao, the already seriously ill Old Mrs. Su was almost exhausted of her strength.

"Old lady, go and carry Fuzhu to your room." Old Lady Su held onto the wall and ordered, "Old lady, lock her in this room and don't give her any food today or tomorrow!"

When Old Man Su didn't speak, Old Lady Su's words were the Su family's imperial edict.

Moreover, the people whose interests were harmed by Old Lady Su's imperial edict were not them, so Liu Cuixiang and Song Xiuhe naturally followed it completely.

It was easy for Liu Cuixiang to take Su Fuzhu away.

Su Fuzhu does not recognize anyone, and because she wants to absorb the luck of different people, Su Fuzhu is very happy to be held by people who have never held her before.

Liu Cuixiang had never hugged Su Fuju before, and even when she was teasing her, she had never touched her skin.

An unfamiliar aura came over her. When Su Fuzhu was hugged by Liu Cuixiang, she even laughed out loud. The whole thing was going so smoothly.

As for Song Xiuhe who locked up Zhang Chuncao.

Although Zhang Chuncao looked scary when she struggled, it was not difficult for Song Xiuhe to control her and lock her in the house.

Zhang Chuncao was taken care of by Su Xigen, so she seldom worked on weekdays, let alone working in the fields.

In addition, she had given birth to Su Fuzhu during her previous pregnancy and was well taken care of, becoming no different from a delicate young lady.

How could a person like Zhang Chuncao compete with Song Xiuhe, who had to do all the housework and geography work?

In Song Xiuhe's eyes, her scary-looking struggle was nothing more than a chick flapping its wings, which could be controlled with just both hands.

But in order to show how difficult it was to control Zhang Chuncao, Song Xiuhe did not control her so tightly, which led to Zhang Chuncao's terrifying struggle that everyone could see.

After locking the door of Zhang Chuncao's room, Old Mrs. Su went back to lie down. Liu Cuixiang was ordered to take care of the child. Song Xiuhe took a look at the locked door and chose to go back to the room to coax her son.

For a moment, the only sounds echoing in the Su family's yard were Zhang Chuncao's unwilling shouting and cursing.

At the Song family next door, Song Rendong, who was lying on the small rattan bed, muttered to himself:

[This Zhang Chuncao is really good at making trouble, and can also be made to suffer. He hugs Su Fuzhu every day, but he is not sucked dry! ]

Song Rending's mutterings could not only be heard by the Song family, but also by 886, the system that communicated with her brain on a daily basis.

[Host, Zhang Chuncao is the heroine's mother after all, she won't be sucked dry so easily!]

Song Rendong nodded and switched to brain communication with 886: "By the way, has the official been appointed to office?"

Song Rending still cares a lot about the characters she changed herself.

886 didn’t know how to describe it, and was silent for a long time, then secretly deducted one point from Song Rending.

Then there was a sound of electric current in Song Rending's head. After the sound, a snowflake flashed before Song Rending's eyes, and then a clear picture appeared.

On the official road that was being renovated, the people serving their conscription were working, but Su Xigen was not among them.

Next to the busy official road, there was a thatched hut under a big tree. Under the hut sat a few well-dressed people, one of whom looked like a government official.

But because this official road rest area was a joint effort of several towns, this officer was not any of the ones Song Rending had seen in the yamen before.

The person standing in front of this officer, nodding and bowing, was Su Xigen, who was supposed to be doing corvée labor.

Su Xigen must have said something auspicious, for the officer was grinning so hard that he couldn't close his mouth.

At this time, the voice that was originally absent also appeared, and Song Rendong heard what the officer said:

"Brother Xigen is really good at talking. We need people like you on our construction site! How about I give you a small official position?"

Su Xigen's eyes lit up, and he said, "Thank you, big brother, for thinking highly of me. I will definitely not refuse!"

The other well-dressed people around him didn't say anything. The policeman who called himself the big brother patted Su Xigen's face:

"We are in need of a small leader on this construction site. I am an official in the government office and I have a lot of things to take care of. I can't be here every day to supervise everything. You will be the small leader on this construction site. When I come, I will report the situation to you. When these gentlemen come, you must also be respectful! Do you understand?"

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