How can someone travel through time and space and become a beggar?

Really don't know? Qu Pingping did know, but she deliberately didn't want to remember. Almost all the expenses in this mansion came from Jia Qingwu's dowry.

As for the income from Sun Wujiu Academy, it was probably only enough for him to go out and drink with his friends every month.

Qu Pingping naturally had a dowry, but her family was not well off, and marrying into a family with numerous grandchildren was just to get some credit from her family. But what credit could a scholar get? He had no power or money, and at most, he could just have a nicer name.

Juren (a successful candidate) could donate money to become an official, but Sun Wujiu was unwilling to do so. Qu Pingping didn't understand why he didn't want to do so, and after asking him several times indirectly, she was always scolded. But she also understood that it was for the so-called reputation of a scholar.

Her family didn't benefit from her, nor could they send her much money. Qu Pingping's life was somewhat tight when she first arrived, but it was only after she took over the household duties that she began to prosper. After all, the account books were handed over to Jia Qingwu, so she didn't have to pay for anything herself. All the shops settled their accounts at the end of the month, so someone was naturally in charge. She could even falsify some of her income before the end of the month to take some money into her own pocket.

But she hadn't expected that a farm that only delivered food and groceries could save so much money in a month. She flipped through the other account books and saw that they had also spent a lot on fabrics this month.

Her sons and daughters had three new sets of clothes every month, and she and her grandson Wujiu had the same. Concubine Kong had four sets of clothes every season, and her food was also worse.

But after all the calculations, there are a lot more expenses this month.

"I haven't seen Madam this month, and I have nowhere to report the debt. Madam Qu should think of a way, otherwise it will not look good when the shop owners come to collect the debt." Butler Sun lowered his head, with disdain and contempt in his eyes.

When Qu Pingping heard this, she immediately threw away the account book and said, "Why are you asking me for this? Why don't you go find your wife?"

"The temple said the Madam had left, and the Jia family wouldn't let me in, so I couldn't see her." He had seen the Madam, and she was doing well at the Jia family. And the Madam trusted him, so if she really needed money, he could use some of the money from the Madam's shop. But he didn't want to do that. He just wanted to force these people to know what they were. How dare they mess with the Madam? What an ungrateful bunch.

Sun Wujiu, a scholar, dared to even dream of divorcing his wife. And what was Qu Pingping? Just a slave the mistress could sell at will. The tiger wasn't jumping around on the monkey; he really took himself too seriously.

Qu Pingping was momentarily flustered. She could have just paid the bill. If she couldn't pay, it would have been a loss of face for the master. No matter how gentle and considerate she was, it wouldn't be easy to resolve. "Then think of a solution. Aren't you the housekeeper?"

"Madam Qu, you're joking. I'm just the housekeeper." He emphasized the word "housekeeper." "I can't create something out of nothing."

"Then give the account book to the master." Qu Pingping just wanted to get rid of this hot potato. There was no way she could pay. She had saved up some money over the years, and this money was her lifeblood. How could she possibly use it to support her entire family?

Housekeeper Sun looked up at her and said, "Are you sure, Madam Qu? If you can't handle this matter well, I'm afraid the master will hand it over to Madam Kong."

Qu Pingping slammed the table and stood up, "No!"

"Then Madam Qu, please give me some advice." Steward Sun raised his lips. "The servants in the mansion haven't been paid yet. We should get it done as soon as possible to avoid any rumors."

Qu Pingping didn't want to pay, nor did she want to hand over the household expenses to Concubine Kong. She gritted her teeth and said, "I'll go to the Jia family myself."

Butler Sun almost laughed out loud. He really thought he was a nobody. Go in person and bring disgrace upon yourself. He murmured a "yes."

So early that morning, Jia Qingwu and Xia Chu were practicing the Five Animal Exercises when a servant came to report that Master Sun had come with his concubine, and was beaten out by the Third Master and his men.

When Jia Qingwu heard this, she laughed out loud.

Bringing a concubine to her father-in-law's house to ask for a beating? Xia Chu thought she had a problem with her hearing when she first heard it. Is this something a person with a brain can do? "Mom, did Sun Wujiu pass the exam by himself?"

"Yes." Jia Qingwu's expression was indifferent. "In my early years, my mind was still clear. I passed the imperial examination and was flattered every day. I almost forgot my last name. I even did such a stupid thing. I don't care about my dignity at all."

After laughing, Xia Chu thought again, isn't this just a slap in the face of the Jia family? She said angrily, "He doesn't even take my mother seriously."

As the two were talking, a servant came in again, saying that Sun Wujiu was certain that the eldest lady was dead. "Today I want to see her alive or dead..."

"Mom?" Xia Chu was worried that Jia Qingwu was having a seizure, so she nervously grabbed her arm.

Jia Qingwu patted her hands, her heart at peace. "It's okay. I used to have some hope for him, but that hope faded day by day and is long gone. Now, no matter what he does, I'm not surprised."

"Let my third uncle drive him away." Xia Chu said to the servant.

"Yes." The servant was about to go back and tell him the news, but Jia Qingwu stopped him, "Wait, I'll go see him."

"Mother?" Xia Chu disagreed. Jia Qingwu hadn't been sick for three days, and she couldn't go see that unfaithful man. If she was provoked, each attack would damage her mind, and several days would be wasted. "No, I'll go. I'll identify myself and send him away."

"No! You can't let him know you're back!" Jia Qingwu panicked and hugged Xia Chu, shaking her head desperately, "No, no!"

"Okay, okay, I won't go. I won't go." Seeing her expression was not right, Xia Chu quickly changed his words. Then he realized that she was probably worried that if she revealed her identity, Sun Wujiu would take her away. "I am also worried about Mom going alone. I will wear a face mask and go with Mom."

"I'll go find some noodles." Aunt Xu quickly went into the house and found a few for Xia Chu to choose from.

Xia Chu coaxed Jia Qingwu into calming down, and she also put on her face covering. Holding her daughter's arm, she walked to the front hall. Sun Wujiu was invited in, but Qu Pingping was not allowed in. She sat in the carriage, clutching the account book, feeling indignant.

Sun Wujiu sat for a while, and none of the Jia family's servants were friendly towards him. Tea was only served to Jia Kuan, who had nothing in front of him. He couldn't help but say angrily, "The Jia family's hospitality is really eye-opening."

Jia Kuan sneered, "Mr. Sun also knows etiquette? The way to treat guests, the way to treat guests, is to treat guests. Mr. Sun brought his shameful concubine to his wife's house openly, slapping my Jia family in the face. Please sit down because you don't want to embarrass yourself in front of the gate."

"Madam." The voices of servants came from the door.

Jia Kuan stood up and went to the door to greet his sister. Sun Wujiu turned around suddenly. Jia Qingwu was not dead?

Two women walked in, wearing matching clothes and tops. Judging by their gait, the one on the left had her skirt rippled slightly, her steps small and measured. The one on the right had longer strides, her skirt fluttering, and a lively air.

Sun Wujiu stared at the person on his left and recognized Jia Qingwu just by looking at her eyes. But those eyes were strange yet familiar, and when they glanced at him, their gaze was calm and unwavering, as if they were looking at a stranger.

"Qingwu?" Sun Wujiu called out softly.