Ugly girl only wants to farm

As Xu Chaoyan picked up the things on the ground, she groaned inwardly: Who am I doing this for? It's all for our family! Do you know how hard it is for me? I'm caught in the middle, hated by everyone.

Seeing that she remained silent, Meng Jiuhe's anger intensified, and he became even more unrestrained in his speech: "Is it because I hit a nerve that you're not saying anything? You can't wait to find someone else, and you're already chasing after anyone you see."

Xu Chaoyan paused as she picked up the calligraphy brush. She bit her lip tightly and clenched her fist into her palm, letting the pain remind her not to bother with a kid like him. He was just venting his anger on her after being humiliated by his classmate.

It's unacceptable for someone as proud and arrogant as him to have fallen to this state and be ridiculed by his classmates.

Besides, he's just a stubborn kid, that's all. Why should she, with the mind of an adult, bother arguing with him? She'd only be making a fool of herself.

Meng Jiuxia, who was listening from the side, couldn't stand it anymore. She quickly stepped forward and said softly, "Brother, can you please stop talking about Trumpet Flower like that? Haven't you seen how hard she's been these past few days? When you were injured, she took you to see doctors and medicine, and took care of you. She handled everything perfectly. If you say she has other intentions, even I don't believe it."

Meng Jiuhe didn't know why he said such vicious and harsh words. When he saw Xu Chaoyan smiling at Qi Tianci, he felt uncomfortable and wanted to go up and tear off that hypocritical face. He knew that the bastard just wanted to see them make a fool of themselves, but she still went out of her way to cling to him.

He found the silver Qi Tianci's gift disgusting; so what if he went hungry?

After he said those words, he was actually a little annoyed. He shouldn't have taken his anger out on Xu Chaoyan. He had seen everything this woman had done all these days.

But he couldn't swallow his anger. How could she smile so brightly at another man in front of her husband? How could that make him feel?

Xu Chaoyan tidied up the things on the ground, took a deep breath to calm herself down, and forced a smile onto her face.

"Husband, what are you saying? Don't you know how much I love you? Why would I go looking for Qi Tianci? He's nowhere near as handsome as you. Look at how beautiful you are. I'm just infatuated with your face."

"Besides, I wasn't smiling at him at all. I was smiling at you the most. Besides, we'd be bastards not to make money when we can. With this money, we can have a peaceful and happy New Year. Then we can take you to see a doctor and get some medicine so your leg can get better soon and you can go back to school. Isn't that great?"

Seeing that Xu Chaoyan kept talking without letting up, and that all of her arguments were fallacies, Meng Jiuhe turned his face away and said, "Even if I am paralyzed for the rest of my life, I don't want Qi Tianci's money. I don't need his pity or sympathy. Even if I can't walk for the rest of my life, I will accept it. But you can't ask him to be your subordinate and make you sick."

Xu Chaoyan cursed him a thousand times in her heart: This is indeed a useless scholar. What's the use of his backbone? He can just take the money. With money, he can get things done. He's such a blockhead.

As she neatly packed her things, she asked Meng Jiuxia to fetch the uncle so they could buy some things and head back.

After putting the writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone into the wooden box for Meng Jiuhe, she moved a small stool over and sat down in front of him. She gently tugged at his sleeve and said with a flattering look, "Husband, don't be angry with me. Just think of me as greedy and a miser. Consider it as a loan from him. He always bullies you. Consider it a little compensation from him. We can always pay him back with the money we earn in the future."

No matter how much Xu Chaoyan talked, spittle flying everywhere, Meng Jiuhe remained silent, sitting there with a dark face, as if someone owed him money.

Xu Chaoyan felt her mouth was dry after talking for so long, so she picked up the earthenware pot next to her and gulped down a few mouthfuls of water.

She pondered a solution in her mind. This man was too hard to coax! She had said all the nice things, at least he would have made a sound, right?

She went to the butcher shop and bought a piece of pork fat to render some oil for stir-frying, so that it would have a meaty flavor. She also bargained with the butcher and bought offal as well, and reluctantly cut off a piece of meat to take home, since it was the New Year.

The uncle brought them here for free, and they felt bad about it, so they bought two bags of pastries and some candy, which they would take to the uncle in a little while.

Seeing the bright red candied hawthorns, she bought two more for Meng Jiuxia and her brother. Thinking of her brother who was still sulking, she asked someone for directions to the bookstore, went in, and picked out a book. She would have to coax that man later, so at least it would be pleasing to the eye.

She had just made a fortune from Qi Tianci that day. Seeing the women on the street choosing rouge and other cosmetics, she went over and picked out a small velvet flower. She was in the prime of her youth, and during the New Year, all the girls in the village were dressed up in their finest attire. Meng Jiuxia was still a young girl, and she couldn't hide the envy in her eyes.

They rode in the oxcart towards the village. Along the way, Meng Jiuhe sat silently to one side, his face practically dripping with tears. Meng Jiuxia pointed to her older brother, signaling Xu Chaoyan to quickly go over and comfort him.

Xu Chaoyan spread her hands helplessly: I have no idea what to do either.

They had gotten up early today, and Meng Jiuxia found a comfortable position, tilted her head, and started to sleep. Meng Jiuhe covered her with a blanket and let her lie on the floor on his lap to sleep, which would be more comfortable.

Xu Chaoyan tentatively sat a little closer to him and tugged at his sleeve: "Are you still angry? Are you thirsty? I'll pour you some water."

Meng Jiuhe stared blankly at the trees by the roadside, ignoring her.

Seeing that he didn't make any other moves, Xu Chaoyan simply took his hand and said, "You must have worked hard writing today. Let me rub your hands to warm them up. Look how red they are from the cold."

Meng Jiu forcefully pulled her hand away, gave her a cold look, and said in a tone devoid of warmth, "I don't need it."

The uncle sensed something was off between the two from the beginning, and seeing Meng Jiuhe's cold tone, he quickly chimed in, "Jiuhe, you and your wife had a fight. You're a man, you should be more considerate. Young people are hot-tempered. Jiuhe and your wife, don't take it to heart. We've watched him grow up, and he's not a bad person. He often helps the villagers write Spring Festival couplets and letters."

He thought the young couple were arguing because they were disgusted by the man's current disability and the family's worse financial situation. He believed that the couple couldn't bear the hardship. As the saying goes, poverty makes a couple miserable in every way, so he was afraid that the young couple was arguing about this.