Travel to the mountains and make a fortune in silence

Currently, no one in the village, except the Mu family, knows that Aunt He came from a brothel.

To save face, no one in the Mu family said anything. If Aunt He continued to talk nonsense, Wang Cuiying really couldn't guarantee what she would say.

She didn't care about the Mu family's reputation for the sake of her son and daughter-in-law. She wasn't afraid, but Hehua was. Her background as a courtesan was a wound etched into her heart.

If people found out, how could she ever face anyone in public again? What would her son think of her when he found out?

These were things she never even dared to dream of.

Under Wang Cuiying's threat, she could only obediently shut her mouth and dared not say another word.

Wang Cuiying didn't bother to say anything more to them and went back to her seat to chat with others.

The women dared not say anything more about Wang Qing'er, so they had to find another topic to discuss.

As the saying goes, three women make a drama, and the women in this courtyard must have put on quite a few dramas.

After drinking the glass of baijiu, Wang Qing'er felt her head getting heavier and heavier, and finally she fell asleep on the table.

When Wang Qing'er woke up, it was already night, and she was lying in a familiar embrace. "How did I get back?"

She had absolutely no recollection of how she got home.

"Hmm, why does it smell so strongly of alcohol? How much did you drink? It's suffocating." She smelled the strong smell of alcohol on Mu Nan and wanted to push him away with some disgust.

"Qing'er, don't move, my head hurts."

"Husband, are you awake? How much did you drink? You reek of alcohol. Let go of me, I'll go get some water for you to wash up."

"Honey, you've been drinking too. Are you feeling unwell anywhere?" Mu Nan had a splitting headache himself, but he was still concerned about his wife.

"I'm not uncomfortable, it's you who's making me uncomfortable, let me go first." Although Wang Qing'er had also drunk some wine, she didn't feel uncomfortable after taking a nap. However, she found the smell of alcohol on the man's body very pungent, and she was held tightly in his arms, unable to move.

"Wife, are you still angry?" Mu Nan asked tentatively without letting go of her.

"I, of course I'm angry! But I'll clean you up first, I don't want to be suffocated by the stench instead of being angry to death."

Upon hearing this, Mu Nan knew that his wife wasn't really angry. He smiled and gently released her.

Wang Qing'er quickly stepped over Mu Nan, got out of bed, and put on her shoes.

I lit the oil lamp, tidied myself up quickly, and went to the back to boil water.

She added water to the pot, lit the fire in the stove, and lit a lantern, intending to go to the well to get honey and lemon to make Mu Nan a cup of lemon and honey water to help her sober up.

He seemed really uncomfortable, otherwise he wouldn't have let her get up to boil water.

As soon as he stepped out of his courtyard, he saw Muqin and Yao'er lurking around in the distance, craning their necks to look in his direction.

"Muqin, Yao'er, what are you two doing there?"

"Sister-in-law, I..." Mu Qin stammered, unsure of what to say.

Mu Yao glanced at her aunt and said to her mother, "Mother, Grandma asked my aunt and me to come and see if you and Father are awake, and to see if you two have been arguing."

"quarrel?"

Hearing her niece blurt out the truth like beans spilling from a bamboo tube, Mu Qin explained somewhat embarrassedly:

"Sister-in-law, that's not how it is. Yao'er is talking nonsense. We just came to see if you and my brother were awake so we could prepare something to eat for you."

Mu Yao thought to herself, "I'm telling the truth, not making things up. It's my aunt who's talking nonsense." She glanced at Mu Qin and retorted:

“Aunt, you’re talking nonsense. Grandma was clearly worried that my parents would fight, so she sent us to keep an eye on them.”

"Yao'er, go tell Grandma and Grandpa that your parents didn't fight, and tell them not to worry."

"Also, your father is feeling unwell from drinking too much. I'll make him a cup of lemon and honey water to help him sober up. I'll ask Grandma to cook some porridge, and I'll bring it from the front yard later," Wang Qing'er instructed her daughter.

"Okay, Mother, I'll go tell Grandma and Grandpa right away." Mu Yao said happily and ran towards the front yard.

"Well, then I'll be going too, sister-in-law. You and brother should rest well." Mu Qin said awkwardly, then ran off.

I thought to myself that I would never go with Yao'er again. She spoke such blunt truths, it was so embarrassing.

It turned out that after Wang Cuiying returned from her fourth uncle's house in the afternoon, she began to worry that her son and daughter-in-law would quarrel about what happened that day after they woke up.

I didn't want to do anything all afternoon. I felt restless sitting at home, so I paced back and forth in the yard, feeling really uneasy.

"Mother, I'd better go check if they've woken up yet." Wang Cuiying circled around in the yard and then said to Zhou Shi, she had asked her mother-in-law this question several times that afternoon.

Hearing this, Zhou was a little impatient. Her daughter-in-law's behavior all afternoon had given her a headache: "Oh, Cuiying, stop pacing around and stop asking questions. I'm dizzy. They'll be fine. Qing'er isn't unreasonable, and your son isn't stupid either. If you really have nothing to do, go make dinner. It's getting dark, and they drank alcohol at noon. Make something light so they can wake up and eat well."

Although Zhou said this, she was actually quite uneasy and anxious inside.

Wang Cuiying said again, "Mother, I don't feel at ease."

Zhou glanced at her daughter-in-law and said irritably, "If you're not at ease, will the whole family, young and old, stop eating?"

"Mom, I'll cook dinner tonight." Mu Yan stood up to start cooking.

"Let your sister-in-law go. She's making me dizzy from wandering around here. Let her find something to do so she won't overthink things," Zhou said to her daughter, also speaking to her daughter-in-law.

"Alright, I'll go cook, Muqin, you can start the fire." Wang Cuiying agreed with her mother-in-law and then asked her daughter to help start the fire.

"Oh, okay, Mother." Muqin got up and obediently followed Wang Cuiying into the kitchen.

After the food was prepared, Mu Qin and Zi Tong went to check on them. There was no movement in their room; they must still be asleep.

Seeing that it was getting late, Zhou ordered dinner to be served. The family ate their dinner quietly and then gathered in the courtyard to peel bamboo shoots.

Wang Cuiying was in no mood to peel bamboo shoots. Since she couldn't go outside the room to keep watch herself, she asked Muqin and Yao'er to go and check. If the room was lit, they were to come and talk to her.

The two of them had just arrived outside the courtyard when they ran into Wang Qing'er, who was carrying a lantern.

"Grandma, Grandpa, my mother is up. She told you not to worry, that she and Daddy didn't quarrel, and that Daddy wasn't feeling well. She made him lemon and honey water and asked Grandma to cook some porridge, which she'll bring to the front yard later." Yao'er ran to the front yard, panting, and told her mother what her mother had told her.

"Yao'er, really? Your mother didn't quarrel with your father?" Wang Cuiying asked incredulously.

"Yes, we didn't argue." Mu Yao nodded emphatically.