Quick Wear: The saints are too miserable, the host will never be soft-hearted

"How do you know if you don't try? That Wang girl is going to marry into our family next year. Do you really want to have a stepmother? Du Qingyun, are you stupid?"

"You are stupid!"

Du Qingyun clenched his fists until they cracked, his neck flushed red, and he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Even if there's a stepmother, so what?! I'm still my father's son, my grandmother's favorite grandson. Even with a stepmother, they still love me the most. It's no different than before!"

"Hey, kid, how can you be the same? Your stepmother is just pretending to be nice. Over time, you'll become the most pitiful and unloved child! Listen to what your aunt says..."

Du Qingyun picked up a snowball and threw it fiercely, "Shut up!"

He looked at Du Xiaowan's astonished expression and raised his lip maliciously, "I think you're the one who's most worried about my dad remarrying. You're afraid that grandma will marry you off to someone else in exchange for the bride price, so you dragged me here to stick with her."

"Qingyun, you...how can you say that! You're going too far!" Du Xiaowan's face turned ugly. She felt like her heart was being touched and she couldn't help but take a step back.

"I'm going back to see grandma."

Du Qingyun brushed off the snow foam on his hands, turned around and walked straight to the entrance of the alley.

"Hey, Qingyun, do you know the way back? How dare you go there? Hey, wait for me." Du Xiaowan knocked on the door again and hurriedly chased after him.

If this child gets lost, her mother will skin her alive.

The noise outside the door died down. Lu Yi threw away the long skewer in his hand, rolled up his sleeves and prepared to boil water to cook dumplings.

"Mom, let me light the fire."

Lu Anyuan really couldn't calm down, so he came in with ink stains on his wrists. He moved a small stool to put his sister down, and then he started to get busy with the tongs.

Lu Yi looked at him and said, "Don't burn yourself like firewood."

He cleared his throat, counted the dumplings, and called out, "Anyuan..."

"Mom, I actually heard them knocking on the door, but they didn't open it." Lu Anyuan said sullenly, picking up the firewood and pushing it into the stove.

"Yeah." Lu Yi scooped up a bucket of water and poured it into the pot, considering how to reassure the child. Whether he was worried or jealous, there was actually no need.

Lu Anyuan sat in front of the stove, breathing a little excitedly, the flames dancing in his eyes. He bit his lips as if swearing, "I won't be worse than Du Qingyun. I won't let you regret choosing me."

Lu Anyuan said a few words without any context, put the firewood in the stove, and left.

Lu Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, watched the water in the pot gradually boil, and said nothing.

Xiahe Village.

Zhang Cuifen paced back and forth around the village entrance, and then walked towards two people who were covered in snow in the distance.

"Where have you been? I was so worried. Qingyun, are you okay? Are you cold? My dear grandson, how come you are so cold that you can't even speak? It's all your aunt's fault!"

"Pa!" Du Xiaowan was slapped hard, and a red mark gradually appeared on her face.

"Come on, go back to the house with grandma and warm yourself by the fire. There are many grandpas and grandmas you have never met waiting to see you."

"Your father has made the quilt for you. It's very thick. Go and warm it up. Grandma will carry you in. Look at your little hands, they are so cold. Just wait for me, you little girl!" Zhang Cuifen felt so distressed as if her eyeballs were gouged out. Her whole heart was on Du Qingyun, and her eyes cut into Du Xiaowan like a knife.

"Grandma is so nice! I love her the most!"

Du Qingyun stretched out his hands and threw himself into Zhang Cuifen's arms. When he was carried into the house, he looked at Du Xiaowan who was standing there stupidly with a smug look in his eyes.

Deliberately using lip shape to silently say: "I am right."

Du Xiaowan bit her lips, raised her hand to cover the hot half of her face, covered it with her other hand, squatted down, buried her face in it, and sobbed.

"You little bitch, you're sitting outside trying to slack off? Why don't you get in and work!"

Shouting and cursing came from inside the house. Du Xiaowan's body stiffened, and hatred flashed in her eyes, but quickly disappeared.

After entering, she unexpectedly saw a look of joy on Zhang Cuifen's face. Du Xiaowan placed a piece of wood in the brazier and shoveled away the ashes. Undeterred, she said, "Mother, can you let me follow Wen Xiuniang after the New Year? I haven't mastered some embroidery techniques yet. I can only earn money after I become a master. Then I can buy you a lot of bracelets!"

"Cui Fen, you are such a filial daughter. You have spent so much money to learn these skills. You will have a great future!"

"Don't mention it. I haven't let her go for a long time. This girl's mind has been led wild by her previous sister-in-law. She doesn't even think about coming back to help collect firewood for the family. She just wants to go to Wen Xiu Niang's place to be lazy. She spends my money but doesn't work. She's so lazy."

Zhang Cuifen pinched Du Xiaowan and smiled with wrinkles on her face:

"I don't count on her. When her brother becomes successful and becomes an official, our Du family will be honored! As for her, if she finds a good family to marry and gets more betrothal gifts, she will be worthy of me."

Tears welled up in Du Xiaowan's eyes. She moved her lips to ask why he didn't love her anymore, even though he used to love her! But when she saw Du Qingyun curled up in bed, eating snacks and making faces, she didn't want to ask anything.

Zhang Cuifen was still chatting with the villagers, "Hey, is your daughter married yet?"

"If you get married, the bride price is this amount." The person who spoke made a gesture of slapping his hands.

"Five taels?" Zhang Cuifen frowned. If her daughter also exchanged for five taels, Wen Dong's betrothal money would not be enough.

"She even found a good job for her brother, otherwise I wouldn't have agreed to it."

"Is that so?" Zhang Cuifen thought thoughtfully.

"By the way, is your family going to have a wedding soon? Is it to get married this time?" After bragging enough, the man began to pass on a message to Zhang Cuifen.

"Yes, the daughter of Butcher Wang in Dahe Town is called Wang Honggui. She's so pretty and her family is rich. She's a virgin! It's just that the bride price is a bit high, but that's nothing we can do. After all, she's an excellent girl and Wendong likes her. Even if I sell my old bones, I have to raise the money. I can't let my son suffer any more injustice."

"Wang Honggui..."

"Of course, it's her! Please help me find out if there is any family that likes my Xiaowan. It would be so lively if we could have all the weddings at the same time."

Du Xiaowan lowered her head, feeling extremely disgusted by the gazes on her body. It was as if they wanted to tear her apart and put her on the scale, and not stop until she was sold at the highest price. And the person who was keen on calling others to come and see was her own mother.

Du Xiaowan pursed her lips, and her pleading look was indifferently avoided by Du Wendong. She suddenly missed her sister-in-law who used to make decisions for her in everything.

I don’t know whether the new sister-in-law who will move into my house next year will be easy to get along with.

She was thinking too far ahead. Maybe by that time she had already been married off by her mother, and whether they got along well or not was no longer her concern. She would just stay away and watch the fun.

Du Xiaowan raised the back of her hand to wipe away the tears on her eyelashes, then raised her head and glanced at Du Qingyun, who was gloating, and her heart felt cold.