Ugly girl only wants to farm

The strong fragrance emanating from Zhang Qiao'er made him feel nauseous, and after a few drinks, his head was spinning.

Seeing his son's state, Zhang's father slapped the table and laughed: "You're getting worse and worse, two glasses of wine and you're already drunk. You can't even hold your liquor as well as your father used to. Your father wasn't much better, all he could do was read a couple of books. I can read too, hehehe. But my books are more interesting than your father's."

After saying that, he burst into laughter.

Zhang Qiao'er saw that her father's face was also flushed and he was slurring his words. She shouldn't have listened to him in the first place and poured the wine for them to drink; it was indeed quite strong.

She wasn't angry when Meng Jiuhe rejected her; she simply took a step back and looked at him with affection in her eyes.

“Brother Meng, you’re drunk. Let me help you to Father’s room to rest for a while.”

Meng Jiuhe quickly waved his hand to refuse: "No, if I don't go, my wife will be angry if she finds out."

After saying that, he reached out and slapped his face hard a few times, trying to sober himself up.

Zhang Qiao'er was so angry when he kept calling her "wife" that she clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her palms and they hurt a little. Her eyes reddened, and she looked pitiful.

Given such a good opportunity, how could she easily let Meng Jiuhe go? Besides, she couldn't afford to wait any longer.

Zhang's mother was dragged by Meng Xiuzhi to get a pot of wine and walked towards the small courtyard. The two talked about their own thoughts along the way. When they got close to the small courtyard, Meng Xiuzhi couldn't help but want to scream when she saw the house.

Good heavens, they said it was just a small plot of property? This is a small plot? It's just a small, independent yard. It would be more than enough room for her whole family to stay. She suppressed her surprise.

"Sister-in-law, does Qiao'er live here? The location and environment are really nice."

Zhang's mother looked proud: "Of course, I carefully selected this family after many trials and tribulations, and I owe it all to my distant relative."

After she finished speaking, she seemed to realize that she had said something wrong, and quickly changed the subject with a somewhat distressed expression: "It's just that my daughter is so unfortunate. She became a widow at such a young age. What will she do for the rest of her life? Alas, if I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have broken off the engagement with your nephew. Although life would be poorer, as long as she is safe and healthy, that's enough. Money is just an external thing."

She was just casually testing the waters when Meng Xiuzhi's eyes suddenly lit up. From the implication in her words, it was clear that she had taken a liking to her nephew, and that she herself was also planning to do the same.

She's also an impatient person and doesn't mince words; she gets straight to the point.

Seeing her standing there without moving, Zhang's mother looked puzzled: "What's wrong? Hurry back, the two of them are waiting for our pot of wine."

Meng Xiuzhi grasped her hand affectionately: "Sister-in-law, to tell you the truth, we are not satisfied with that niece-in-law either. She is ugly and a barren hen. She brought some dowry with her, but now she has nothing. She is also rude, disobedient to her elders, and not as obedient and understanding as Qiao'er."

Zhang's mother was secretly pleased, but she didn't show it on her face. She then casually asked, "I heard that your niece-in-law is the daughter of a wealthy merchant in town. Why doesn't she have a dowry? I'm not talking about a grand wedding procession, but she must have at least a few dozen taels of clothing."

Meng Xiuzhi sighed several times: "Alas, sister-in-law, let me tell you the truth. It was that Xu woman who schemed to marry my nephew. Those dozens of dowry items were just for show; one or two items were stuffed in to count as one dowry. Not to mention the cash. His father married a stepmother. You know, with a stepmother comes a stepfather, and people will definitely favor the younger ones. How could it be her turn? She's been waiting for so long, and there's still no sign of pregnancy. My mother and I are even thinking of divorcing Xu woman because she can't have children, and we'll marry someone else."

"If you divorce her, will this Xu woman refuse to leave your house?" Zhang's mother also looked surprised.

Meng Xiuzhi smiled dismissively: "With her ugly appearance, how could she stay in my house? My nephew was forced to marry her back then. Now that his parents are missing, it must be my grandmother who made the decision for him. Now that the boy has become successful, passed the imperial examination and opened a shop in the county town, he must divorce that ugly wife and marry someone else for the sake of our family's offspring."

"Hey, Xiuzhi, let's not just stand outside. It's so hot here, be careful not to catch a heatstroke. Let's go inside, have some tea and melon seeds, and chat slowly. I bet people are getting impatient."

Seeing Zhang's mother suddenly become enthusiastic, Meng Xiuzhi was secretly delighted. It seemed today was a good opportunity. She could get a few drinks and force the two of them to consummate their marriage. What could Xu Shi do then? Even if she didn't ask to be divorced, how could she possibly stay?

Her hand unconsciously reached for the paper package in her arms. Luckily, she had been smart enough to have it with her at the last minute; it seemed it would come in handy today.

"Old man, old man. Look who I brought here?"

Zhang's father was sitting there casually, while Meng Jiuhe sat there motionless, as steady as a mountain. No matter what Zhang Qiao'er said, he wouldn't go back into the house.

His head was spinning. If he really went into the house and someone misunderstood him, he wouldn't be able to explain himself. He was really confused today. How did he end up in the widow's courtyard? It was also because he was worried about his parents and couldn't resist Zhang's father's persuasive words, so he followed him in.

"Jiuhe just ran into your sister-in-law on the road. Hearing that you were at her house, your aunt came over to go back with you in a bit. Your face is all red from drinking, are you drunk? How about I have Qiao'er make you a bowl of hangover soup?"

Meng Jiuhe looked up at his aunt, who had a concerned expression. He was puzzled. Why had his aunt come to the Zhang family? He frowned and his tone was somewhat displeased.

“Aunt, aren’t you at home with Grandmother? What are you doing here? What if he asks for tea or something? She can’t be without someone by her side. You’ve come at the perfect time. I’ll go back with you.”

Although he was feeling dizzy, he still had some clarity in his mind. He had just tried to leave but was stopped by the father and daughter. Now that his aunt had arrived, he could take advantage of his grandmother's injury to go back.

Zhang's mother grabbed Meng Xiuzhi and said, "You're already here, why leave? Just grab a quick meal. What could possibly happen to the old lady all by herself? Besides, isn't your daughter-in-law here? Isn't it only natural for a granddaughter-in-law to take care of her grandmother?"

Meng Xiuzhi pretended to be an elder and echoed her words: "It's rare to meet your family, sister-in-law. They were so good to you when you were little. You should at least finish this meal before you leave. Our family can't be impolite."

As Zhang's mother turned to leave, Meng Xiuzhi followed her, saying, "Sister-in-law, let me lend you a hand. I'll also make some hangover soup for my nephew so he doesn't drink too much since he has to go to school tomorrow, and it'll give him a good headache." She feigned concern.

By the time Xu Chaoyan and the butcher's wife arrived a short distance outside the courtyard, about half an hour had passed. This county town wasn't very big; there was still some distance between the butcher's shop and the entrance to Cat Ear Alley.

Suddenly, a burst of laughter and chatter came from the courtyard. If you listened carefully, you could tell that Meng Xiuzhi and Zhang's mother were the ones talking the most happily. Every now and then, you could hear a few words of encouragement to drink.

Xu Chaoyan frowned. When did her aunt come here again? Why hadn't she heard Meng Jiuhe's voice? She was puzzled. The butcher's wife, with her impatient nature, started knocking on the courtyard gate. After knocking for a while without any response, she pushed the gate open and the two people entered the courtyard.

After walking a few steps, a faint crying voice suddenly came from behind: "Brother Meng, be gentle, you're hurting me." The two of them were startled and stopped.

After she finished speaking, a soft sob could be heard, sending shivers down one's spine and giving one goosebumps.