A Happy Event in a Farming Family: Marrying a Hunter

plant ash?

That stuff can reduce fever?

This might cost this poor little thing its life!

"I'm going to ask Grandma for money to pay for medical treatment."

Without waiting for Zhou Rong's reply, he walked out of the small, dilapidated house and went to the front of Liu Hehua's large and bright house.

"Grandma, are you asleep yet?"

"What's wrong? Didn't I tell you to come back? What, do you expect me, this old woman, to serve you? You do the least work, eat the most, and are always nagging."

Liu Hehua unleashed a string of curses before emerging. She was quite stout, resembling a towering mountain.

"Grandma, Xiao Jie has a high fever. Give me some money so I can go and fetch a doctor to take a look."

Liu Hehua's eyes widened, and her sarcastic lips curled down. "You need to call a doctor for a little fever? Do you think the money in your house is picked up from a cesspool?"

Yunlu sneered.

The old woman was a living enemy; she wished Xiao Jie were dead.

"Fine, if you don't want to give it to me, then lend me some..."

"Borrow?" Liu Hehua seemed to have heard some outrageous joke. "How are you going to pay it back? Do you see money falling from the trees while you're chopping firewood all day?"

Yun Luo's lips curled into a smile, a cold sneer in her eyes, "Grandma, Xiao Jie is also your grandson. If you don't give him money, what if people outside say you're mistreating your grandson..."

She deliberately left it half-said.

Liu Hehua's expression changed instantly, and her tone rose, "You brat, are you implying that I'm hiding the money and deliberately not giving it to you?"

Don't you have any self-awareness?

Before Yunluo's father got married, he was already working in town. The money he earned was managed by Liu Hehua. She said that she would give him the money after Yunting got married and had a wife. But it has been fourteen years, and they have never even smelled money.

Yunlu knew exactly how much silver Liu Hehua had. "Grandma, my father has earned a lot of silver over the years. He's deposited it all with you. We don't want your silver. Just give us Father's money."

Liu Hehua got agitated; now she dared to talk to her like that. Her usually fierce face fell.

She looked at Zhou Rong, who had died young, and put her hands on her hips, saying, "Second son's wife, so you three ate grass at home? And your clothes were made of tree leaves? You ate and drank without spending any money?"

Zhou Rong was taken aback by the three questions in a row; she knew that getting money wouldn't be so simple.

Yun Luo was about to explode. How did she end up with such a damn old woman!

When she passes away, I will definitely buy a string of firecrackers and cheer at her grave for three days!

"Grandma, the three of us eat two cornbread buns mixed with wild vegetables and a pot of plain porridge, or mixed grain rice, or some boiled cabbage for one meal. That's all we have. We only earn a few coins a month at most."

"What do you mean? You mean I've been secretly hiding money from you? Second son's wife, how did you raise your child?"

Liu Hehua wanted to slap her twice, but she was afraid that her pretentious temper might lead her to do something rash, and if she died, she would bring bad luck with her, and she wouldn't be able to get her twenty taels of silver back.

Although it was night, there was still moonlight. Some women liked to gather at their doorways to chat and eat melon seeds. If they saw any commotion in someone's house, they would become easy spectators.

The people in the Yun family's courtyard were talking loudly, and a crowd of onlookers had already gathered at the entrance.

"what's up?"

"The second son of the Yun family is sick, and the mother and daughter are asking the old lady for money. The old lady refuses to give it to them, and they are arguing. There's something to see here."

The women watching the commotion outside were always eager for something to happen, and their whispers reached Liu Hehua's ears.

I don't know what's wrong with Yun Luo, that little bitch. If she keeps yelling like this, those gossipy people will spread it like wildfire.

Her face darkened, and she slumped to the ground, sobbing and pounding her chest, raising dust as she cried, "My poor son, why did you leave like that? Look at you, your wife and daughter have no conscience! They say I mistreat them and are bullying me!"