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

Just as he finished speaking, Boss Qiao saw a big basket filled with chicken mushrooms. Some of them were bone mushrooms that had not yet opened, and most of them were in full bloom, looking very pleasing to the eye.

Others also saw it and were very surprised.

Wan: "Where did this come from? There are not so many chicken mushrooms on the mountain."

"That's Jian'er's idea," said Old Lady Qiao. "Jian'er buys everyone's mushrooms at the same price as regular mushrooms. That way, we can double the difference. Word has spread around the village now. I believe that as long as they can find chicken mushrooms, most villagers will be willing to bring them here to sell because they don't have to waste oil."

This is a good idea, and the Qiao family members looked happy.

Although the money earned in this way is similar to that of selling miscellaneous mushrooms, the Qiao family alone cannot find so many mushrooms, whether it is miscellaneous mushrooms or chicken mushrooms. With the help of the villagers, they save labor and can quickly accumulate the quantity. As the weight increases, the profit will also increase.

Sure enough, when it was dark and the meal was ready, a few more families came one after another.

Looking at the situation, Old Mrs. Qiao thought that after tomorrow, all the Qiao family members would not have to go to the mountains to look for mushrooms, unless it rained and the mushrooms grew wildly again.

After the disappointment, there was another happy event, and everyone enjoyed the dinner very much.

While eating, Qiao Lian'er caught something's eye. She looked outside and saw a small figure huddled there, looking like it wanted to come in but didn't dare.

She thought it was Zhang Suoer, but when she looked closely, wasn't it Song Ruier?

Song Ruier is having a hard time now.

The Song family took wood chips to the town to sell and were fined thirty taels. Song Ruier quickly ran away and hid. It was not until the Qiao family taught the villagers the secret of making money from mushrooms that the Song family had a way out and Song Ruier ran out of the mountains.

But he was still beaten by Song Lao Er and Chen, and was not allowed to eat for several meals in a row.

Now, Song Ruier was so hungry that she could hardly walk.

When Song Ruier saw what Qiao Jianer was doing, he felt happy. He hoped that Qiao Jianer would be kind.

But Qiao Jianer turned her face away again, pretending not to see it.

This damn girl, Song Ruier cursed in her heart.

That stupid girl is so cunning. She must know that he is suffering, but she refuses to lend a helping hand. Where in the world can you find a sister like her?

Since they had already fallen out, Song Ruier couldn't just go in. He looked around and found a stick that the Qiao family had placed at the door.

This is what the Qiao family uses for emergencies, just to pick it up and deal with people.

Song Ruier pushed the stick with her hand and it fell to the ground.

"What's going on? Is someone here to sell chicken mushrooms?" Old Mrs. Qiao looked outside and didn't see anyone.

"Maybe it's the Dashun army running around." said Qiao Zhizhi.

Qiao Xier smiled: "Dashun is lying at your feet, gnawing on a bone."

"I'll go out and take a look." Mrs. Lu stood up, walked across the yard to the gate, and saw the stick lying on the ground.

The stick has been placed properly, against a depression in the courtyard wall, and will not roll around even in strong winds.

Just as she was about to enter the kitchen, she heard a muffled sound, something fell to the ground, and then a slightly large object rolled to her feet.

Lu was startled and quickly took a step back and picked up the stick.

"What is this?"

In the moonlight and the light coming through the house, I could see a figure, a child, but I couldn't see the face clearly.

Mrs. Lu slowly lowered the stick she had raised: "Whose child are you from?"

The child had his back to her, holding his stomach. He slowly turned around, his face full of pain.

"Third aunt, I'm hungry. I'm almost starving to death."

When Mrs. Lu saw that it was Song Ruier, she felt pity for her miserable appearance, but she immediately thought of Song Ruier's words and deeds, and her face turned cold.

"You're hungry. Don't you have a home? Why don't you eat at home?"

"They didn't let me eat. At most they gave me a stale steamed bun. They also beat me. I had no choice but to eat wild vegetables in the mountains. Now I don't have any strength at all." Song Ruier recounted her situation with tears on her face.

He reached out and tugged at Mrs. Lu's trouser leg, pleadingly saying, "Third aunt, please give me something to eat. I'm still so young, and I don't want to starve to death."

Song Ruier felt really aggrieved now, and his nose was sniffling with tears. He couldn't understand why he had worked so hard for the Song family, but ended up like this?

On the contrary, Qiao and Qiao Jianer, the two people who were not wanted by the Song family, were eating and drinking delicious food every day. Sometimes he even wondered if he had chosen the wrong path.

At this time, the Qiao family members also came out. Seeing Song Ruier's appearance, they all had cold faces and did not want to give him any sympathy.

"Grandma, Grandpa, I'm starving to death. I'm only ten years old. Woo woo, Grandpa, Grandma, save me."

Old Mrs. Qiao said in a cold tone, "Didn't you want to draw a clear line between you and our Qiao family? Why are you begging us for help now? Are we the Qiao family yours to summon and dismiss at will?"

"I, I am the grandson of the Song family. At that time, your two families were fighting so fiercely, and my sister wanted to follow mother. If I didn't express my attitude, how could I stay in the Song family in the future? I also have my own difficulties."

Song Rui'er burst into tears: "I know you are my grandparents, my uncle, my cousins, and I love you all in my heart, but I was just a child, what could I do at the time?"

Boss Qiao snorted, "You're talking nicely. You chose your own path, and now you're trying to be pitiful. If the Song family treated you better, you wouldn't even remember our Qiao family."

"Grandma, please believe me. I treat you as my family. I just want to survive. This is my little wish. Please save me."

"I promise that I will never go against you and will speak well of you in the future."

As Song Ruier spoke, she stared at the food on the kitchen table.

He wanted to rush in right now.

Old man Qiao had a look of hesitation on his face, not knowing whether to provide relief or not.

After all, Song Ruier has half the blood of the Qiao family and is their grandson. He has made many mistakes. They are old people who have gone through decades of hardships. Are they really going to watch him die in front of them?

What will others say?

But if they give them relief once, there will be a second time. Song Ruier will definitely come often in the future and cause trouble for the Qiao family.

Song Ruier was also thinking in his heart that if the Qiao family softened their heart this time, he would come here from time to time to eat, which would not only satisfy his own appetite, but also save the Song family the cost of living, thus making them look good to him.

By the way, if he secretly takes some delicious food back, his situation will eventually get better.

"Grandpa and grandma, Rui'er was wrong. Rui'er will never dare to do it again. Rui'er has called you grandpa and grandma for so many years. Please have pity on Rui'er." Song Rui'er hugged Grandma Qiao's feet pitifully, crying with tears and snot.