The beginning of the counterattack! The time-traveling boss is famous in Beijing

"Qiuxi, what are you talking about? Are you crazy? You actually snatched food from Dalang, he is a scholar in our Qin family..."

Old Mrs. Qin has always felt sorry for Qin Ziyan, and couldn't bear to see her eldest grandson suffer any injustice, so she immediately got angry.

Qin Ruo picked up the chicken leg, tore off a piece of meat and put it in her mouth before she spoke slowly.

"What's wrong with being a scholar? Isn't studying supposed to make people understand the truth, know honor and disgrace, and be modest? Does studying mean that people can be superior to others just because they know a few characters and have some knowledge? Can they be shameless and sit back and enjoy the fruits of their labor?"

"Who is shameless? You are simply unreasonable!" Qin Ziyan's face turned red and it took him a long time to utter these words.

He felt aggrieved, because Qin Qiuxi was obviously not like this before.

"Isn't it you who has to eat rice every day and wear new clothes every year, taking it for granted and feeling at ease, who has never earned a penny?"

"What? You're not convinced? Erlang could work in the fields when he was six, and he could go into the mountains to chop wood and dig wild vegetables when he was eight. He even washed your clothes in the middle of winter when his hands and feet were frozen. What are you doing now? Do you really think you're so important?"

Qin Zimu lowered his head and quietly put his hands into his sleeves.

He was very surprised that Qin Ruo would actually speak up for him, even at the cost of turning against her elder brother. Qin Zimu's eyes were filled with tears.

Qin Ruo pretended not to notice Qin Zimu's actions.

She was not speaking up for Qin Zimu, she simply disliked Qin Ziyan, who acted like a scholar but did nothing.

He picks up the bowl to eat, and puts the bowl down to curse, isn't that the kind of person Qin Ziyan is?

Old Lady Qin, who was determined to have her eldest grandson pursue a career in politics, granted Qin Ziyan's every request.

Whether it is food or clothing, the eldest grandson must be given first.

Unknowingly, Qin Ziyan was turned into a cold, selfish, and demanding waste.

When it comes to household affairs, he never gets involved.

That was all! He also looked down on his sisters and brothers who worked like oxen and horses to support his studies.

If this isn't reading too much, then what is it?

In fact, Qin Zimu also studied in a private school for two years. After the original owner's father passed away, Old Lady Qin made the final decision and asked Qin Zimu to withdraw from the school.

The reason was that the family could not afford to support two scholars, so Qin Zimu followed the original owner and did what he could at home.

Because Qin Ziyan relied on his brother's status to suppress him everywhere, and because of the favoritism of Old Lady Qin, Qin Zimu developed a timid, cowardly, unconfident and flattering personality over time.

"Did I ask you to do it? You did it on your own accord. It's none of my business."

Qin Ziyan, who was humiliated, blurted out what he said without any awareness of having done anything wrong.

"Yes, you didn't ask anyone for help. Only that fool Qin Qiuxi was willing to work like a slave for you. Year after year, month after month, he risked his life to go hunting in the mountains in exchange for your annual allowance for writing brushes, inkstones and paper."

Qin Ruo laughed sarcastically, and then stopped talking and concentrated on eating the chicken leg.

Although Mrs. Qin's cooking skills were not good enough and the chicken soup still had a fishy smell, the original owner's body needed it, so she had to make do with it for now.

Due to long-term malnutrition and working day and night, Qin Zimu not only did not grow taller, but also looked pale and thin like an eight or nine-year-old child.

The original owner was the same. She was obviously fifteen years old, but she looked short and thin, only twelve or thirteen years old. Fortunately, her facial features inherited the advantages of Qin Huaizheng and his wife, and her appearance was quite outstanding upon closer inspection.

Influenced by the original owner's father, the original owner Qin Qiuxi was particularly fascinated by hunting and began to follow his father into the mountains at the age of six.

By the time he was eleven, he had already learned most of his father's hunting techniques.

After Qin Huaizheng disappeared, Qin Qiuxi took over the responsibility of providing the Qin family with the main source of income in place of his father.

In addition to tending to the fields, all of his free time is spent going into the mountains to hunt and make money.

As the person who contributes the most to the family, even having enough food and clothing is a luxury on a daily basis.

The only winter coat that Qin Ziyan used to keep warm was made by taking down the quilt he was using because he thought it was too heavy and not warm enough.

Old Mrs. Qin had no psychological burden in doing this, but as the only scholar in the family, she had to be careful.

The family members can survive the winter without new clothes or quilts, but the eldest grandson cannot.

Old Lady Qin didn't think there was anything wrong with this. Which girl in Changhe Village didn't live like this?

The eldest grandson is different. A scholar should behave like a scholar, and his food and clothing should not be too bad.

We can’t let Qin Ziyan lose face in front of his classmates and be ostracized.

The family should save as much as possible, no matter how big the problem is, it is not as big as Qin Ziyan's.

The original owner was a dull person. Even if she had any dissatisfaction, she would be suppressed by Old Lady Qin and would not make any waves.

Over time, I become numb.

Qin Ruo decided to take good care of her health and find an opportunity to leave.

With the self-protection skills from her previous life, she was confident that she could live well even if she was alone outside.

There is no need to confine your precious time to a small place because of a so-called crappy scholar.

The original owner is the original owner, and she is her.

It is impossible for her to work like a slave and continue to make selfless contributions to Qin Ziyan like the original owner.

Qin Ziyan looked at Qin Ruo who was eating with her head down, and thought about how he was usually the center of attention in this family, but now he was being ignored.

The huge psychological gap made Qin Ziyan angrier and angrier. He dropped his bowl and left.

Old Mrs. Qin couldn't get a word in and felt sorry for her eldest grandson who hadn't eaten for a day.

She didn't bother to blame Qin Ruo anymore. She filled a bowl of food and chased after her. Only Qin Zimu and Qin Ruo were left in the room.

Qin Zimu lowered his head silently and bit the chicken leg, tears almost coming out.

He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had eaten chicken legs since his father's accident.

Normally, whenever my sister hunted wild animals, she would take them to the village to exchange for money.

Occasionally, when the eldest brother comes back, he will buy some meat to satisfy his hunger, but basically most of it goes into his stomach.

Even when killing a chicken, it must be divided into two parts.

Apart from the ones specifically for Qin Ziyan, it would be good enough to get a few pieces of meat.

How could it be possible that I could eat chicken legs like today?

"Why are you crying? You're crying over a chicken leg. What a loser!" Qin Ruo glanced at Qin Zimu with disdain and scooped a spoonful of chicken into Qin Zimu's bowl.

The firewood was picked up by Qin Zimu, and the pheasant was caught by the original owner. If I don't keep it to myself, will that ungrateful person get it for free?

"Thank you, sister." Qin Zimu said in a low voice.

"There will be plenty of opportunities to make you eat until you vomit in the future." Qin Ruo casually painted a big pie for Qin Zimu.

Eat until you vomit...how many chickens does that require?

No matter how mature Qin Zimu was mentally, he was still just a half-grown child. His eyes lit up instantly when he heard Qin Ruo's words.

He began to count silently in his heart how many chickens he had to kill before he could experience the taste of vomit.