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

"Qiao, open your eyes and look at me. I am your own son. What you did is worse than those pigs, dogs, cows and sheep."

Song Ruier was a little defensive.

That day he was about to kick Qiao Yunni out of the Song family. Qiao Yunni was heartbroken by his choice and he thought Qiao Yunni would never let him go.

He is confident about this.

It turns out that this woman was worse than pigs and dogs, and she was just putting on a show that day.

His teeth itched with hatred.

He had to abandon Qiao Yunni, he had to give up Qiao Yunni. Why did Qiao Yunni do this? She was a woman, how could she compare to the nobility of his son?

Hearing Song Ruier say this, Qiao Yunni closed her eyes. She was already extremely heartbroken and didn't want to see her son again.

Just now she felt that she was not wrong, but now she felt that she was wrong and she should not have given birth to Song Ruier.

"Pa." Qiao Jian'er couldn't bear it any longer, walked forward and slapped Song Rui'er hard in the face.

Song Ruier's already swollen face was now even swollen.

He covered his face and glared at Qiao Lianer.

And the way Qiao Jianer looked at him was as if he was watching a joke.

"Get out." Qiao Lianer spat out a word.

The two siblings are the same height. If they really fight, Qiao Jianer is afraid that she will not be able to beat Song Ruier. However, Qiao Jianer suddenly has an axe in his hand, ready to strike at any time.

Song Ruier looked at Qiao Yunni again, but Qiao Yunni turned her face away and refused to look at him.

"Qiao, you have no heart."

He rushed out of the yard in a rage.

After Song Ruier left, Qiao Yunni finally couldn't help but shed tears.

Thinking back, although she had lost her husband and raised her two siblings alone, her life was dull and hard, but she was content, and there was always harmony among the three of them. How come it has become like this now?

"Mom, I'm here." Qiao Jian'er held Qiao Yunni's hand: "We don't care about the Song family's affairs, and we don't care about the people in the Song family."

She couldn't ask Qiao Yunni to cut off all her feelings for Song Ruier at once. After all, she was her own child and she had raised her for so many years.

But Qiao Yunni's attitude today was much colder than the day she left the Song family.

She believed that the little bit of maternal love left in Qiao Yunni's heart would sooner or later be completely worn away by Song Ruier's harshness and ruthlessness.

Although Qiao Yunni appears weak on the surface, members of the Qiao family, no matter what their personalities are, all have stubbornness and dignity in their bones.

"Yes, Jian'er, mother is very satisfied to have you." Qiao Yunni smiled comfortingly.

She felt that having such a sensible and smart daughter in her life was enough.

"By the way, your brother found those mushroom residues. Will he tell others about our mushroom pressing business?"

"No, the color and shape have completely changed. Even if Song Ruier saw it, he wouldn't know how it came about. That's why he was so anxious to ask about this." Qiao Lian'er was not worried at all.

However, Song Ruier has not had a good time recently.

Song Ruier went back dejectedly. All the way, he was thinking about the wood chips he found in the Qiao family's kitchen.

Oil is so precious. Putting something in oil either means that it is edible or has other great uses.

My uncle and cousin saw the Qiao family take the jar out of the backpack and hand it to the Han family. The Han family then returned the jar, which meant they had poured out the contents.

It's almost that kind of scum.

Chen sat under the eaves, legs crossed, eating melon seeds and looking out the door.

Finally, Song Ruier came back, but he looked dejected and hesitant.

Chen sneered, "Look at your behavior. You haven't gained anything. Your face is swollen again. What's wrong? You were caught climbing the wall."

Song Ruier was a little scared, but still walked over.

"Mother, it's because I discovered the secret of the Qiao family."

"What secret? Tell me."

Song Rui'er said, "When my uncle and his family went to town, they saw the Qiao family carrying jars out of their backpacks. The Han family took the contents of the jars and returned them to them. I just sneaked into the Qiao family and found some kind of wood chips in those jars. They were dark brown in color. They really did exchange this stuff for a lot of silver."

"I asked the Qiao mother and daughter what these wood chips were. Although the Qiao and Song families are no longer relatives, I still have some blood relationship with them. I hoped they would consider me and work together to make money. I never thought they would be so petty and beat me up."

Song Ruier covered her face while speaking, as if she was in pain.

Chen didn't care whether he was in pain or not, she frowned and thought.

"Wood chips, what kind of wood chips? Did you bring some back?"

So she stared at Song Ruier, as if she would have a fit if he couldn't take it out.

Song Ruier actually prepared some and took out a few squeezed chicken mushroom stalks from her sleeves.

"Look, mother, this is it."

Chen took it in her hand and looked at it for a long time, but couldn't figure out what it was. She then put it to her nose and sniffed it. It was very fragrant, making her want to taste it. However, she didn't dare to, in case it was a poisonous medicinal substance.

"Is this for food, or what is it used for?"

"I don't know about that. They went there several times to sell it, and they should be selling this kind of thing." Song Ruier shook her head.

Chen's eyes rolled. "Isn't it just wood chips of this color? The Qiao family can sell it, but we can't?"

Song Rui'er immediately understood what Chen was thinking: "Mother, I'm afraid this won't work. My uncle and two cousins ​​were beaten by Han's servants before. If they were discovered, they might be beaten even more severely."

"Don't be afraid. Make a quick deal and leave quickly. They won't even be able to find my shadow." Chen felt that he was very smart and was almost convinced by himself.

When the sun set, the Song family members came back from work one after another. When Chen told them what had happened, everyone agreed.

And everyone has seen it, but can't tell what this black and brown residue is, so this is the only last resort.

Song Ruier was depressed. He didn't think this was a good idea and even thought it was stupid.

He just hoped that he would never be asked to sell such things.

So he started pretending to be sick and lay in bed.

At first, Chen thought he was pretending, so she beat and scolded him. Song Rui was still dying and had no strength left, so Chen threw him a handful of herbs and let him heal himself.

Although she didn't like Song Ruier, and Song Ruier's cold and treacherous nature made her feel that she was unreliable from the beginning, she still had to rely on Song Ruier to break the pot in the future. No matter what, she had to hang on to her life and couldn't die.

In the evening, Old Man and Old Mrs. Qiao came back.

Two people carried six cylindrical bamboo baskets filled with six two-month-old piglets, all of which had been castrated so that they could grow meat quickly. Each one was round and white.

The pigpen was divided into two rooms, with three piglets in each room. When they were put in, the piglets started grunting and walking around, looking at the new environment.

Old Mrs. Qiao was beaming with joy. With so many people in her family, they slaughtered all six pigs for the New Year and smoked them into bacon, which would last for at least half a year.

As the sky gradually darkened, the aroma of dishes and rice wafted through the Qiao family's yard.

The Qiao family members entered the yard one after another.

"We walked a long way, but the harvest was average, only about 40 kilograms." Boss Qiao shook his head.

No one looked very happy.

Qiao Jianer said, "What grows on the mountain depends on fate. Even if I can only sell one or two taels a day, it's much better than making other things."

Old Mrs. Qiao said in an appreciative tone: "My sickle is right."

Everyone thought about it and calmed down.

This is the benefit we have gained, and we should be satisfied with it no matter how much we gain.

After dinner, the Qiao family was washing and pressing mushrooms, while the Song family was carrying some old wood into the yard and cutting off the wood chips from it.