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

"I'm telling the truth." Xia Dequan sighed, "We live in Xiao Rou's house. If you scold her again, her mother will blame you if she finds out."

Xia Chen's face twitched, and she said with trembling lips, "Anyway, anyway, I don't know about this. Xia Dequan, I married you! As for what happened to this house, I don't care. Besides, Xiao Rou Niang is dead, and the property belongs to you. What's yours is mine. Why can't I live in it?"

Xia Chunfang, who was sitting in the house listening to their conversation, opened her eyes wide in surprise, "Dad, Xia Xiaorou is already married, what qualifications does she have to manage her mother's family's property? Who owns this house, and what does it have to do with her?"

After hearing her daughter's reminder, Xia Chen was also worried that Xia Xiaorou would come to take back the house after knowing it. She also said, "Dad, you can't let the Song family divorce Xiaorou. Our Xia family can't afford to lose that person! If you let Xiaorou come back, I... I will take the three children and separate from you!"

Xia Dequan was afraid that she would make a scene and that life would be difficult for her, so he hurriedly said, "I won't let Xiaorou come back. I'll just talk to her and tell her to live a good life with her mother-in-law."

Xia Chen raised her eyebrows, "That's more like it."

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Zhou Maoxun went to the Song family to find Xia Xiaorou. Song Cuixi rolled her eyes and said that Xia Xiaorou was at Song Yanbai's house.

He found his way to Song Yanbai again.

"Aren't you Xiaorou's cousin? Are you here to take her back to her parents' home? Alas, you are a step late. Half an hour ago, she went to the back mountain to dig herbs." Song Yanbai said, and looked at the sky again, "If you are not in a hurry, wait a while, she will be back before dark."

Zhou Maoxun adjusted his bow and arrow, "Her family has something to ask her, so I'd better go look for her."

He thanked Song Yanbai and went to the back mountain.

Song Yanbai raised his eyebrows in confusion. Did Xia Xiaorou's family have something to ask Xia Xiaorou?

Xia Xiaorou has been married for more than two years, and the Xia family only remembers that they have a daughter now?

Not long after Zhou Maoxun left, Zhu Yun also came here to look for Xia Xiaorou.

Song Yanbai told her, "Miss, I'm afraid Xiaorou doesn't have time to see you today."

"Why?"

"Xiaorou's cousin wants to take her back to her parents' home."

After hearing this, Zhu Yun asked in surprise, "Cousin? What's your name?"

"Zhou Maoxun is Aunt Xiaorou's son." Song Yanbai said truthfully.

Zhu Yun hurried back to the farm and reported the whole situation to Yan Heng.

Yan Heng's face became extremely gloomy, "Cousin? Zhou Maoxun?"

Zhu Yun blinked and asked curiously, "My dear, do you know Lady Xia's cousin?"

Yan Heng waved his sleeves fiercely and sneered, "Do I need to know him? What qualifications does he have for me to know him?"

Zhu Yun was startled by his sudden anger and didn't know how to respond for a moment.

After a while, Zhu Yun cautiously suggested, "My dear, how about I go to Madam Xia's parents' home to look for her?"

However, Yan Heng refused coldly and said, "No need, you can go down, and let's leave it at that."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Zhu Yun was left standing there confused and not understanding why he suddenly lost his temper.

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The wind and snow stopped in the afternoon, and Xia Xiaorou went out to look for herbs.

Song Yuan insisted on following her no matter what, and Xia Xiaorou had no choice but to take him out since she couldn't persuade him any more.

It would be good for him to get to know herbs earlier.

However, the snow in the forest was deep and there were many slopes. Song Yuan was young and had short legs, so it was difficult for him to walk.

Xia Xiaorou did not take him into the woods, but only looked for some simple herbs outside the forest.

For example, pine cones, pine bark, and wild jujube.

Song Yuan looked at the herbs in his small backpack and grinned happily, "Godmother, how much can these be exchanged for?"

"I have five cents, right?" Xia Xiaorou said, looking at his basket.

These are all worthless medicinal herbs that can be found everywhere and picked at any time, so they are cheap, only a few cents per pound.

However, for Song Yuan, who was only five or six years old, every penny was precious.

"Five or six coins? That's a lot." Song Yuan clapped his hands happily and laughed, "Godmother, can we come every day? I have to earn five or six coins every day. Give some to mother, some to godmother, and some to pay for dad's medical treatment."

Xia Xiaorou touched his little head and said with a smile, "Okay, when the weather is not cold and the wind and snow are not too strong, I will take you out."

"That's great." Song Yuan clapped and cheered.

Looking at this child who, for a few cents, stretched out his frozen red hands, and worked hard to pick pine cones and peel pine barks without fear of the cold, Xia Xiaorou felt deeply moved.

As a child, Song Yuan would pick plum blossoms for her, collect herbs for his father's treatment, and even said he would give her money.

But what about the child she adopted in her previous life, ** Chang?

He had never suffered any hardship since birth. She used the money she earned to buy him the best toys and snacks, and wore the best clothes among all the children in the village. While others traveled on foot, he had his own carriage when he was less than ten years old.

When she grew up, she married a girl from a wealthy family at great expense of her money.

He had never suffered a day of hardship, never earned a penny to spend on her, and never picked any flowers to give to her.

It was really ironic to think that she had worked so hard in her previous life to raise an ungrateful person.

"Mom, what are you thinking about? Are your hands cold? If your hands are cold, you can blow on them like me and they will no longer be cold." Song Yuan put his hands to his mouth and blew on them, asking Xia Xiaorou to learn from him.

Xia Xiaorou smiled slightly, so childish.

Seeing that she was standing still, Song Yuan pulled her hand and put it to his mouth to blow, "Mom, you don't know how to blow? Yuan'er will blow it for you."

Seeing Song Yuan's face puffed up like a pufferfish, Xia Xiaorou burst out laughing, "Godmother's hands are no longer cold. Let's continue working, fill the basket, and go back early."

"Well, let's get to work, get to work!" Song Yuan picked up the shovel again and happily went to shovel pine bark and look for pine cones.

Xia Xiaorou continued to dig winter bamboo shoots.

It was cold, and the ground in the bamboo forest was frozen hard.

She waved her head until her hands were numb, then she threw the dirt away.

Fortunately, the weather is cold and not many people go out, so there are many undigged winter bamboo shoots in the wild bamboo forests in the mountains.

If her backpack was full, she could exchange it for dozens of coins.

After returning to the village, she was sent directly to Yan Heng's farm.

While digging bamboo shoots, Xia Xiaorou heard someone calling her from behind.

Xia Xiaorou turned around and saw someone running towards her in the distance.

Gradually, the man came closer. Xia Xiaorou opened her eyes wide and shouted in surprise, "Cousin Zhou?"

Zhou Maoxun is the son of Aunt Xia. That aunt hates her and her two siblings the most. She has never been to her aunt's house since she was a child.

Because Aunt Xia refused to let them go.

But my aunt's son Zhou Maoxun was very kind to them and their siblings.

I often secretly gave them food.

Especially after her eldest brother disappeared and her eldest sister got married, her days in the Xia family were dark and gloomy. If it weren't for Zhou Maoxun, she would not have survived those dark days.

But when Aunt Xia found out, she would always beat and scold Zhou Maoxun. Gradually, she didn't dare to associate with Zhou Maoxun anymore.

But now, Aunt Xia is not here.

"Why are you here? Are you here to hunt too?" Xia Xiaorou waved at Zhou Maoxun.

"No, I came here specifically to see you, Xiaorou." Zhou Maoxun strode towards Xia Xiaorou.

"You're looking for me specifically? What's the matter?" Xia Xiaorou narrowed her eyes and found that Zhou Maoxun's expression was serious.