Bring your aunt to eat big meat, the scumbag father's family is furious

Old Mrs. Qiao felt that Old Man Qiao seemed to have bad intentions.

"Do you think Mu Xinghe and our Xi'er are a good match?"

"Ah?" Old Mrs. Qiao understood at once. No wonder she was wondering why Old Man Qiao was so enthusiastic towards Mu Xinghe. His enthusiasm was beyond the limits of the Qiao family.

It turned out that Old Man Qiao was looking for a son-in-law for his grandson.

Qiao Jianer also heard it, tilted his head and turned his ear.

Phew, grandpa is so smart. What’s the difference between this and catching a son-in-law from the list?

Although Mu Xinghe is still a student now, this child is down-to-earth and hardworking, and he might really pass the exam.

"But I'm not sure they would like it," said Old Mrs. Qiao.

"This is up to our elders to help." Old Man Qiao was confident: "Now that our family has shown such a great favor, even if it is to repay this favor, Xinghe must marry our Xier."

Old Mrs. Qiao rolled her eyes at him and said, "It won't be enough just for this. This concerns Xier's lifelong happiness. Only if they like each other can this marriage be considered a success."

"Otherwise, if we wait until our child passes the exam and then ask for repayment for this favor, it will make us look like snobs."

"You are right, old lady. Our Xi'er's intentions are the most important. Even if it doesn't work out, Xinghe will pay back the money he lent us, so we won't owe each other anything."

Old Man Qiao sighed again, "My dear, I'm so upset. Our Xier was stood up by the Shen family and used as a backup. It's really trampling on her. I always wanted Xier to find someone better. If Xinghe succeeds and they are destined to be together, wouldn't that be a happy ending for everyone?"

Mrs. Qiao was silent for a moment: "We'll see later. Everything depends on human effort, but also on God's will."

Mu Xinghe passed by the Qiao family's door with a book box on his back.

Qiao Xier was still sitting under the osmanthus tree, embroidering a handkerchief with her eyes lowered.

Clusters of golden flowers gathered on the branches, and the rich fragrance drifted outside the yard.

When the breeze blew, a few flowers floated down, and some fell on the tips of Qiao Xier's hair, making her look quiet and beautiful, as if her whole body was glowing.

Her fingers are very slender, with calluses from years of work, and she sews every stitch with great concentration.

Mu Xinghe originally wanted to say hello and say that he was going to take the exam, but he really couldn't let such a beautiful scene be ruined.

He stopped and looked for a while, then left quietly.

Two days later, Qiao Jianer discovered that some people had come to the village. They were walking among the fields and observing the abundant crops. Although they were not wearing uniforms and their identities could not be seen, it was almost certain that they were those people.

They did not count each household because they thought it was troublesome, but they estimated the total amount based on the harvest. They brought paper and pen and wrote down what needed to be recorded.

At that time, if the proportion of grain collected does not match, the villagers will supervise and report each other, and they will know how much grain each family has collected.

The villagers were not on guard at all, and even saw that these people were thirsty from the sun, so they scooped some cold water from their homes for them to drink.

When they arrived near Qiao's house, they saw that the yard was so big and there were so many good wood and high-quality bricks and tiles piled on the ground. An expression of regret and even unwillingness appeared on their faces.

This family is rich.

The collection of silver and grain here will not start until after September at the latest.

But seeing that this family hired so many construction teams and the house-building progress was so fast, I'm afraid that this big yard will be built within a month.

If they had built the house later, most of the money for building the house would have fallen into their hands.

What a pity, such a pity. I can only say that this family is lucky.

"This is the first time I've seen someone build a house so quickly. If the foundation isn't stable, it won't last long. Little girl, take it easy."

These people pretended to be thirsty and looked for water to drink. They entered the Qiao family yard, and after drinking the water, they said to Qiao Jianer.

They thought that if there was still some material left, they could return it and exchange it for silver.

Qiao Jianer shook his head: "Uncle, look at the house we live in. It's cracked here and leaky there. I don't know how many times we've patched up the thatch on the roof. We have so many people in the family, and my brothers are getting married. We can't live here any longer."

"To be able to build such a large yard, it seems your family has made a lot of money and is quite capable."

Qiao Jianer sighed, "It's just a different time now. I made some money before, just enough to build a bigger yard. Now I don't have a job, so I just have to live like this. At least I have a roof over my head and a home in the future, so it doesn't matter if I'm a little tight on money."

"Uncle, life is not easy for ordinary people like us."

This one looks like the leader, about forty years old, with a beard and a capable look. He is wearing a thin cloak, but if you look closely, you will find a dagger hidden under his cloak.

He was silent for a moment, because he was also born into a peasant family, but all under heaven belongs to the king, and all the people in the world are the king's subjects. Some things must be done according to orders, and they have to be done. The only difference is whether to be more cautious or more forceful.

Qiao Jianer washed a few plates of strawberries, put some cut pineapples in them and brought them to the men: "Uncle, I see you're busy on your way. You must be tired. Here are some wild fruits I found in the mountains. Try them."

Since these people have come to her, she has to do her part for Datian Village.

When these people tasted it, their eyes sparkled. It was really delicious.

"The fruit found in the mountains is so delicious, but no one has ever discovered it? How come I have never seen this kind of fruit before?" asked the uncle in charge.

"Yes, it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. You might never get it again after trying it once."

These people ate with big mouthfuls and enjoyed themselves to their heart's content.

Qiao Jianer said, "Our village has suffered from disasters for years, and we can only harvest 50% of our crops. We finally built a bridge and opened a diversion road to ensure a good harvest this year. Uncle, have you seen the smiles on the villagers' faces? We finally have a good harvest, and everyone is very happy."

The uncle was silent for a moment, then he became a little alert: "Little girl, why are you telling me this?"

Did she know something? If so, he had to take action.

If the villagers knew about the official document issued by the Grain Inspection Office regarding the collection of grain after August 20th, they would have to hide all the grain and silver.

This kind of thing is mainly about catching people off guard, and only then will it be effective.

That kind of cold aura, coupled with the suspicion in the middle-aged man's eyes, was really a bit scary.

Qiao Jianer looked at the uncle innocently, her black eyes full of innocence and compassion.

"Because you are in our village to see the crops, you must know that our Datian Village had a hard time in the past, but this year we have a good harvest, so you are curious."

The uncle let down his guard, but it was just a little girl who saw them paying attention to the crops, so she chatted with them for a few more words.

What can you know in such a secluded place?

"It's not easy." The uncle stood up and said, "Let's go, little girl. Thank you for these fruits."

He left the house and looked at the crops drying in the yard. They were golden in color, with some osmanthus flowers fallen on them.

It's festive.

The man wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't and walked out of the yard.

When these people walked a little further up, they stopped again and looked at the construction site.