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

She whipped Zhou Xia so hard that she screamed.

"Stop... stop fighting... she is Aunt Xiaorou." Xia Xiaoying waved her hands to stop the fight.

Zhu Yun put away the whip, "Humph, if you dare to scold Madam Xia again, I don't care who she is. I will whip her even if her own father comes! Get lost!"

Zhou Xia was hurt by the beating, so she didn't dare to scold Xia Xiaorou. She covered her painful shoulder and ran away.

But after running a few steps, she felt unconvinced again. She stood in the alley opposite Xia Xiaorou's house, jumping up and down and cursing secretly.

Xia Xiaorou walked towards Zhu Yun, "Zhu Yun, why are you here?"

Xia Xiaoying didn't know Zhu Yun. She saw that she was wearing a silk dress, looked elegant, and was riding a horse. She was pretty, but she was also very respectful and polite to Xia Xiaorou. She couldn't guess Zhu Yun's identity for a moment and didn't know how to deal with her.

Xia Xiaorou introduced Xia Xiaoying, "Sister, this is Miss Zhuyun from Yanyuan. I delivered bamboo shoots and herbs to Yanyuan several times and got to know Miss Zhuyun."

Then he said to Zhuyun, "Zhuyun, this is my sister Xia Xiaoying."

Although Xia Xiaoying was from another place, she had also heard of Yanyuan.

I know that all the people living in that farm are from Beijing, even the people who clean, herd horses, do odd jobs and cook are all from Beijing.

As for the people in this small mountain village, the people from the capital were the blessed ones who could see the emperor every day at the foot of the imperial city.

Xia Xiaoying immediately became reserved, "Miss... Miss, please come in."

She stepped aside and invited Zhuyun into the house.

Instead, Xia Xiaorou spoke to Zhu Yun calmly, "Is there something wrong? Zhu Yun?"

"Yes, I came here specially to see Madam Xia." Zhu Yun smiled. She tied the horse to the tree stump in the yard, took out a booklet from her bosom and handed it to Xia Xiaorou. "This is what my husband asked me to give you. You have taken over 40 acres of land. My husband has arranged for people to count the crops planted on the land and write them all down in the booklet. In addition, he has a 20-acre orchard, which is also handed over to you to take care of. As for the profit, it will be the same as the 40 acres of land. Excluding the cost, you will split the profit 50-50."

Xia Xiaoying didn't understand, "What land, what is it divided into?"

Xia Xiaorou took the book and explained to Xia Xiaoying, "The owner of Yanyuan has 40 acres of land and asked me to help take care of it. Miss Zhuyun is the maid of the owner of Yanyuan, and she gave me the land book."

Xia Xiaoying suddenly realized, and she nodded to Zhu Yun, "Don't worry, young lady, I will help my sister take care of your fields."

"That's good." Zhu Yun smiled.

After giving the instructions, Zhuyun rode back on horseback.

When talking to Xia Xiaorou, she did not go into the house, but stood in the yard and talked to Xia Xiaorou about taking over the fields.

Just now, Zhou Xia came to scold Xia Xiaorou, which attracted many neighbors and passers-by from the village to watch. After Zhou Xia was chased away by Zhu Yun, the onlookers did not leave immediately. They took Zhu Yun's words to heart.

Everyone thought to themselves that if it were someone else like Xia Xiaorou, who had no man to rely on, no help from her family, and a sister and two nieces to support her, she would have cried out of hunger long ago. But Xia Xiaorou was lucky. The people in Yanyuan actually let her manage the land and split it in half.

Those forty acres of land and twenty acres of orchard are no small income.

You know, Song Liu used to be the richest man in the village thanks to his forty acres of land.

Zhou Xia, who did not run far, also heard people's discussions.

In my heart, I secretly admired Xia Xiaorou's good fortune.

"Hey, from the Zhou family, you just scolded Xia Xiaorou for being unworthy of carrying shoes for your son. Now she is the manager of Yanyuan, and she is much more successful than your son." A woman walked up behind Zhou Xia, patted her on the shoulder, and said with a teasing smile.

This is Aunt Qin.

In the past, he always went against Song Liu and told Xia Xiaorou all kinds of news about Song Liu's family.

After receiving the news several times, Xia Xiaorou was grateful to Aunt Qin and often sent snacks to her.

Aunt Qin likes Xia Xiaorou even more.

When she saw Zhou Xia scolding Xia Xiaorou, she wanted to stand up for her and deliberately mocked Zhou Xia.

Zhou Xia wanted to save face and envied Xia Xiaorou. She regretted having made things so awkward with Xia Xiaorou. Maybe with the help of Xia Xiaorou, her family could make a little fortune.

But she wanted to save face, so she straightened her neck and cursed back, "So what? Aren't you still a woman that men don't want? Humph!"

After cursing, she turned around and left angrily.

Aunt Qin rolled her eyes and cursed at her back, "Oh, Xiaorou looks down on your son. It was Xiaorou who rejected your son, and you still scold Xiaorou? You are really good at flattering others! It's so funny."

Zhou Xia muttered in her heart, what? Xia Xiaorou dared not to want her son?

Bah, shameless!

-

Zhuyun returned to the village.

Yan Heng was told the news that Zhou Maoxun had come to Xia Xiaorou's house to propose marriage.

"My dear, Madam Xia's cousin likes her very much." After Zhu Yun finished her report, she stared at Yan Heng's expression.

Yan Heng was lying on a rocking chair, holding her Persian cat and basking in the sun.

Hearing Zhu Yun's words, he narrowed his eyes, "Propose marriage? Is he worthy?"

Zhu Yun: "Zhou Maoxun's mother is scolding Lady Xia, saying that she is not worthy of Zhou Maoxun and can only marry an old widower."

Yan Heng raised her eyes, "Hmm? Am I old?"

Zhu Yun hurriedly took a step back, "My dear, it wasn't me who scolded you, it was that woman from the Zhou family who scolded you."

"Humph!" Yan Heng sneered, "So what if he's a widower? Are widowers that bad?"

Zhu Yun thought, other widowers might not be so good, but Yan Heng, you are a pretty good widower.

But she didn't dare to say it.

Yan Heng held the cat in her arms, stood up, looked at Zhu Yun and said, "Go get ready."

He was thinking about the name of the gift.

Zhu Yun looked at him and said, "My dear, what did you say?"

"Ten rolls of silk, one thousand ounces of silver, eight sets of jewelry. Eight sets of clothes for each of the four seasons. Go and prepare them quickly."

Zhu Yun looked at Yan Heng with a puzzled look on her face.

Yan Heng looked at her, "Why have you become stupid? Go and arrange it quickly. I need to bring these items with me tomorrow morning."

Zhu Yun said with a bitter face, "My dear, it's not difficult to get this thing, but you didn't tell me what it's for? How can I prepare it?"

"This is the betrothal gift for Madam Xia. Do you understand?" Yan Heng raised an eyebrow.

Zhu Yun smiled and said, "I understand, I understand. I will do it right away."

-

When Zhou Xia returned home, she saw her son looking at her with a cold face, saying nothing.

Zhou Xia felt a little guilty, "Maoxun, what are you doing? Are you not going hunting?"

"Did Mom scold Xiaorou again?" Zhou Maoxun looked at his mother with an irritated expression.

Zhou Xia dodged her gaze and said, "I was just asking. How could I scold her? Who told you that I scolded her? How can you believe everything you hear?"

"I just passed by Xiaorou's village and heard many people saying that you went to scold her. The scolding was quite harsh, and they also said that she could only marry an old widower and was not worthy of marrying a young man. Right, mother?" Zhou Maoxun frowned and looked at his mother in distress.

He didn't understand why his mother had such great malice towards Xia Xiaorou.

Even if you don't like someone, is it necessary to go to their house and say such harsh words?