Divorce the bad husband, store grain fields, and marry the emperor's uncle for the second time

"Mother is too overworked and that's why she fell ill. Please give the key to the storehouse to Chang'er and let him take care of the affairs of the farm. Mother can rest assured and take care of her health and live out her days in peace."

"In three days, it will be mother's 45th birthday. Chang'er wants to hold a small birthday party for mother to get rid of bad luck, but... Chang'er doesn't have enough money on hand. Can mother..."

After being bedridden for several months, Xia Xiaorou's cheeks, which were not plump to begin with, became even thinner. She tried hard to keep her angry eyes open and glared at her ungrateful son in front of her.

No, ** Chang is not her son, she and Song Wenshan have not even consummated their marriage!

On the wedding day 29 years ago, Song Wenshan had an accident, so she had to get married holding the rooster.

Her family said: A married woman is like spilled water. Once she marries into the Song family, she is a member of the Song family, and even after she dies, she will be a ghost of the Song family. She is not allowed to leave the Song family.

She served her parents-in-law, adopted a family member, and even climbed into the bed of a nobleman for the sake of her family's wealth.

But in the end, she found out that Song Wenshan was not dead, and was an official in the capital! Her adopted son was not a member of the family, but the son of Song Wenshan and his concubine!

Unfortunately, she learned the news too late.

If she hadn't overheard ** Chang and his wife discussing going to Beijing to visit their parents three days ago, she would have been kept in the dark.

She had worked hard all her life and her health had been ruined. She had been ill for the past two years. Upon hearing this news that was like a bolt from the blue, she vomited blood and fainted on the spot.

After she woke up, ** Chang and his wife showed concern on the surface, but in fact they wanted to get her property.

Seeing that Xia Xiaorou remained silent, ** Chang was worried that if she died suddenly, he would not get the property. The dead old woman never told him how much property she had. Without money, how could he go to the capital to seek refuge with his father and biological mother?

The travel expenses along the way will cost a lot.

There are also high-ranking officials in the capital who need to be taken care of. This is what his father repeatedly told him in the letter.

"Mother, if you don't think about your son, you have to think about Xiang'er. He is your precious grandson! Mother is worried about giving the key to Chang'er, so give it to Xiang'er. Although he is only nine years old, he can read and punctuate, and he is good at using an abacus. He will have no problem managing the accounts." Chang pushed his son in front of Xia Xiaorou.

Xia Xiaorou glanced at her grandson Song Xiang, who looked impatient, and said to the fake-smiling ** Chang, "Let me think about it. Come back later. I can't remember where I put the key."

The room was filled with a pungent smell of medicine, and ** Chang didn't want to stay any longer. If he didn't want to get the money and things hidden by Xia Xiaorou, he would never come here even if he was beaten to death.

**Chang looked embarrassed, "Okay, mother, take a rest first, Chang'er will come later."

The father and son ran out of Xia Xiaorou's bedroom as if they were escaping.

The corners of Xia Xiaorou's lips gradually curled up into a sarcastic smile.

She looked out the window at the dark night and thought about her life.

It’s really not worth it, not worth it!

The Xia family owed the Song family 180 taels of silver, so they gave her to the Song family as a daughter-in-law.

Song Wenshan was a student, how could he look down on a country girl who couldn't read a single word? Sure enough, on the wedding day, Song Wenshan didn't show up.

The Song family said that on the morning of the wedding, Song Wenshan was on his way back to the village from the county town when he encountered a mountain flood. Song Wenshan happened to walk onto the bridge, and both he and the bridge were washed away by the flood.

The Xia family was afraid that the Song family would ask for the money back, so they refused to let her go back. So she spent her whole life as a slave to the Song family.

And what about her nominal husband, Song Wenshan? He used the money she earned for the Song family to start a new family with his mistress!

Not worth it, not worth it!

Xia Xiaorou felt hatred and resentment in her heart.

She struggled, reached out to pick up the candlestick on the bedside table, and threw it onto her bed without hesitation.

In the darkness of night, a raging fire would be very conspicuous and could be seen by half the village.

If the Song family still had some conscience and came to rescue her, she would give the rest of her property to them. If not, she would burn all her property and leave nothing for them.

The candle flame quickly ignited the bedding, then burned the tent, burned the roof, and the flames shot up into the sky.

When Xia Xiaorou was in a daze, she did not see the Song family coming to rescue her, nor did she hear any cries for help.

Are they waiting for her death so that they can find the keys and take away her property?

So what if I found the key?

In the storeroom in the northeast corner of Zhuangzi's house, there were only a pile of worthless account books without a single penny.

She exchanged all her money and belongings for silver bills, and hid them along with some house deeds, land deeds in the secret compartment of the bed she slept in.

If she can't survive, then neither can they.

The fire died out naturally, and Xia Xiaorou was burned to ashes.

** Chang took his servants and dug three feet deep into the manor, but they did not find any money or property.

"What a cunning woman!" ** Chang threw a pile of worthless account books to the ground and stomped on them angrily.

Xia Xiaorou, who had turned into a wandering soul, looked at the Song family members jumping up and down in anger and cursing, but she laughed instead.

Of course she would take away what she earned.

-

Feeling unwell all over.

My body felt like it was being torn apart and it hurt so much.

Xia Xiaorou grabbed around with her hands, grabbed an arm, and started biting it.

"Hiss, it turns out to be a little wild cat. ... Be good and relax, it will be fine soon." The man whispered in her ear in a hoarse and low voice.

Xia Xiaorou suddenly opened her eyes and saw a man's face up close.

Very handsome, but... the man is planning something bad to her.

But no matter how she kicked, hit and cursed, the man still got the job done.

Snapped--

A pure white jade pendant was thrown in front of her.

"It's a reward for you." The man put on his clothes slowly and looked at Xia Xiaorou, who was sitting on the bed with a blanket and a dazed look on her face. He smiled jokingly, "Aren't you married? Why are you still..."

He looked at Xia Xiaorou meaningfully, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, with a puzzled look.

Xia Xiaorou raised her eyebrows and looked at the man in front of her. His moonlit dressing gown was half open, his black hair hung down his shoulders, he looked lazy and romantic, and his face was so beautiful that it infuriated both humans and gods.

His name was Yan Heng, and his status was so noble that even the county magistrate had to kowtow to him.

Her mother-in-law, Mrs. Song Liu, often coaxed her and asked her to please Yan Heng so as to gain benefits for the Song family.

But now she just wanted to stay away from Yan Heng.

Xia Xiaorou didn't even look at the jade pendant. She tore open the quilt, picked up her clothes and put them on neatly, then opened the door and walked out.

Yan Heng looked stunned. "It's snowing outside. Come back here! I'll find someone to take you back!"

Xia Xiaorou stood in the snow, looking at the snow fluttering in the sky, and exhaled suddenly.

Great, she was reborn.

Reborn at the young age of eighteen.

She would never work like a slave for the Song family again, would never raise a son for Song Wenshan and his mistress again, and would never foolishly listen to her family and observe the rules of being a wife again.

In this life, she wants to live for herself!

"Madam Xia, your husband sent us to take you back." Two maids came forward and pointed at the sedan chair parked in front.

"No need. I grew up in this village and I'm familiar with the route." Xia Xiaorou endured the discomfort and strode out of Yan Heng's villa.

-

The wind was strong and the snow was heavy. Xia Xiaorou was sweating all over as she walked back to the Song family's house, two miles away.

When Song Liu saw Xia Xiaorou coming back with her hair disheveled and many purple marks on her half-open neckline, she knew that the matter was settled.

"Have you asked? What did the noble say? Has the county government investigated any murder case recently?" Song Liu pulled Xia Xiaorou over and asked hurriedly.

Xia Xiaorou looked at Song Liu coldly and raised her eyebrows sarcastically.

She shouted all night and her throat became hoarse.

That bastard Yan Heng even knew to give her half a bowl of cold tea in the middle of the process to help her breathe slowly. But Song Liu didn't feel sorry for her at all and started asking questions without even waiting for her to rest.

Yes, whether the county government investigates the murder case or not is related to Song Wenshan’s life or death.

How could Song Liu not be worried?