Zhenfubao waved his hand and the warehouse was full of grain, and the whole family regretted it

Bai Qiaoniang smiled but her eyes didn't reach hers: "Sister is marrying a man of great talent. The number of people who can pass the imperial examination in the whole city of Bianjing can be counted on the fingers of one's ten fingers."

She paused deliberately, her eyes sweeping over the patch on the scholar's blue shirt:

"Why would such a valuable person need my sister's help?

As for me, I have a problem that bothers me and my sister. I would like to ask for your advice."

Zhao Qiaolan's mother-in-law's triangular eyes suddenly lit up. She took a half step forward, her coarse cloth skirt brushing against the cake box on the ground. "Hey, General's wife, just speak frankly! We are all family. How can I bear to see you in such a difficult position?"

Bai Qiaoniang suddenly stopped smiling, slowly unfolded her handkerchief, and wiped her fingertips:

"My parents wrote to me the other day, saying they had lost a lot of weight since returning.

I heard that the food on the table was snatched up before they even started eating?

I wonder what kind of family rule it is that even the elders in the family have to go hungry?"

Zhao Qiaolan slumped her shoulders and defended herself helplessly:

"It's not that we're deliberately mistreating your parents. There's only so much food at home, and we can't let the whole family starve, right?

If there were more food, who would want to do this?

Besides, if you help your parents more often and add some rice and flour to the family, life wouldn't be so tight."

Zhao Qiaolan sneered and stared at her intently:

"So not only do I have to support my parents, but I also have to support you bunch of idiots?

Why should I support you if you don't even consider yourself?"

As she spoke, she turned to look at the scholar beside her, her tone somewhat mocking:

"I heard that you are a scholar, and you can earn several taels of silver a month, right?

How come you can't even feed your own family and have to stare at your parents' meager food rations?"

Zhao Qiaolan blushed and raised her voice to retort:

"That's awful of me to say, sister!

No matter what, I am still the daughter of this family. It is only natural for me to live with my parents and eat a little."

Zhao Qiaolan's mother-in-law raised a harsh smile:

"Hey, this poured water knows how to splash back?

How can a married daughter have the right to give orders to her parents' home?

We, the Zhao family, will not tolerate outsiders making irresponsible remarks about our lives!"

She deliberately turned sideways and said:

"Look at our Qiaolan, she has suffered hardships since she was young, and when she entered the Zhao family, she didn't even have a complete wedding dress.

Although she is the wife of a scholar, she lives frugally and takes care of the household chores on a daily basis. This is what a virtuous woman is!

Unlike some people who, under the name of being a biological daughter, ignore their parents and do not care about them, it is simply treasonous."

Bai Yin shouted loudly, "Who is ignoring their parents? Qiao Niang is back with so many bags, are you blind? You can't see at all!"

Bai Qiaoniang looked at Bai Yin and said, "Dad, let's go in! I brought some delicious food with me, let's go in and eat now!"

As soon as Bai Qiaoniang finished speaking, the maids and servants behind her took action quickly.

The leading woman waved her hand, and several young maids immediately took the food boxes from the carriage.

The food box was painted with gold and colorful colors, and it was obvious that it was worth a lot of money.

They deftly spread a brand new scarlet tablecloth on the eight-immortals table, opened the food boxes, and placed steaming hot dishes on the table.

In the carved porcelain plate, the shiny braised lion's head is piled up like a small mountain, and the amber sauce has an attractive luster.

The fragrant lotus leaf chicken, the moment the lotus leaf is opened, the rich aroma fills the entire room.

As the maids were setting out the dishes, they deliberately discussed loudly:

“Madam has instructed that all the Master and Madam’s favorite foods must be delivered.

This lion's head has been stewed for three hours, and the meat is so tender!"

The maids, with smiles in their eyes, placed delicate dishes in front of Baiyin and whispered softly, "Madam, Master, please try this freshly baked osmanthus cake. It's sweet but not greasy, and it's perfect for your tastes."

Zhao Qiaolan's three half-grown children stared at the snack box on the table, their eyes almost drooling.

The youngest brother couldn't help but rush forward, and his two sisters followed suit.

Before they could reach the table, several servants stopped them.

"You little bastards are crazy!" Nanny Wang, who had her hair in a bun, put her hands on her hips and pulled the snack box behind her. "This is for the master and his wife. Do you think you deserve to eat it?"

The maid holding the tea tray rolled her eyes and said, "That's right, a wild child without parents, he's ready to die when he sees food."

There was a flurry of discussion in the crowd, and one woman pouted and said, "Do you think you are the young master or young lady of the master's family? Why don't you look in the mirror?"

Baiyin and Madam Bai can finally have a peaceful meal. Recently, Baiyin and Madam Bai have been feeling depressed. Not only can they not eat well, but they also have to eat leftovers every time.

Zhao Qiaolan's mother-in-law stared anxiously: "Are you trying to prevent thieves? What's wrong with the two children wanting to eat something?"

Bai Qiaoniang looked at the three children and said, "Of course you can eat, but at least wait until we finish eating!"

"Why do we have to wait until you finish eating before we can eat? You're treating beggars like beggars!"

Bai Yin sneered, "Didn't you treat us the same way back then? Why can't you do the same now?"

While we were eating, we suddenly heard a flurry of footsteps outside.

When I turned around, I saw dozens of people rushing in aggressively.

The tall man leading the group shouted at the top of his lungs, "Who is Sun Xing?"

The scholar at the dinner table was so frightened that he couldn't even hold his chopsticks. He stood up trembling and said, "I... I am Sun Xing. What do you want from me?"

The tall man sneered, took a step forward, and stared at me with his eyes as big as copper bells:

"What are you asking us about? You owe 500 taels of silver to the gambling house. How long do you plan to keep refusing to pay it?"

I must give an explanation today!"

The scholar's face turned pale in an instant, sweat kept dripping down his forehead, and he couldn't utter a word.

Zhao Qiaolan's mother-in-law said, "You...don't talk nonsense. My son works hard at home copying books every day. How could he possibly owe you so much money?"

Zhao Qiaolan kept muttering "impossible" and was unable to move as if she was nailed to a stool.

Her voice trembled: "You are talking nonsense! My husband is studying at home every day, how can he have time to gamble?"

The burly men sneered and took out a crumpled IOU and threw it on the table:

"Open your eyes and look, is this written by your man?

If you keep playing dumb, we'll go to the government office and have a talk!"

The leader said sarcastically, "Tsk tsk, if Mr. Scholar goes to jail for gambling, he will be so embarrassed."

Zhao Qiaolan's eyes instantly turned red, and tears fell on her clothes.

She suddenly grabbed Sun Xing's sleeve, her voice filled with tears: "Tell me the truth, what's going on?"

Sun Xing lowered his head almost to his chest, his fingers constantly tugging at the corners of his clothes, and stammered:

"My classmates dragged me to the gambling house that day, and I just...just wanted to play a few rounds.

Who knew my luck would be so bad...

I really didn’t expect to owe so much…”