At fifty, she remarried into a wealthy family; her ex-husband knelt down and begged for reconciliati

He Qiaoyun forgot to take pictures, so she replied: 【I just cooked two dishes, what about you?】

Feng Jiashu: [You just ate? It's already eight o'clock.]

He Qiaoyun: [I've already eaten; I'm only checking my phone now.]

After sending the message, Feng Jiashu did not reply, so she exited WeChat and opened a video chat application.

The newly released video received 50,000 likes and thousands of comments in just two hours.

It has to be said that the copywriting itself was excellent; it immediately generated a lot of discussion and attracted a lot of comments.

The college student felt great: "Sis, that's how it should be done! We can't spoil these brats, and we can't put up with this!"

Young people also felt great: "Sister, you're a role model for us all! You did what I dared not do!"

People with children, however, felt she went too far: "This will leave an indelible scar on the child."

Middle-aged people of her age advised her to put herself in their shoes: "What if your grandson accidentally did something wrong and was treated the same way?"

But many people of the same age said: "You must have a grudge against this child's parents. The child did this most likely because of the adults."

......

He Qiaoyun scrolled through the comments, only replying to the first two and ignoring the rest. Then she checked the account's homepage and saw that the number of followers had increased by several thousand.

These bizarre lifestyles are all her material.

Previously, when she was watching videos, some bloggers predicted that accounts like hers that suddenly become popular are the most unprepared. Once this wave of popularity passes, if there is no continuous output of content, then it will be a useless account and there will be no way to reach the next level.

Actually, she felt a little anxious when she saw these prediction videos, because the internet was a field she had never been exposed to before, and it was a big challenge for her.

But now, she seems to have defied that prediction. The bizarre stories from the village and her own trivial matters are enough for her to share. And so, she quickly found her own path and positioning.

After scrolling through the comments for a while until my eyes hurt, I left the comment section and got up to tidy up the table.

It took her more than half an hour to wash the dishes and tidy up the kitchen. She was so tired from bending over and washing the dishes and pots that her back ached. She sat on the sofa for a while to recover, and then she picked up her phone and started watching videos.

As you scroll through your phone, time slips by unnoticed.

A message popped up on my phone from Feng Jiashu, who had shared a video with me.

He Qiaoyun clicked on the video, thinking it was some motivational self-help video, but it turned out to be a video of rain. The scene showed the wind and rain blowing through the trees, and the rustling sound was very soothing and relaxing.

Feng Jiashu: [It's getting late, goodnight. Hope this video helps you fall asleep.]

He Qiaoyun's lips unconsciously curled into a smile as she replied: 【Goodnight.】

She got up from the sofa, took a nice shower, turned off the living room light, and went back to her room.

In the countryside on a summer night, the sounds of insects filled her ears. She was having trouble sleeping, staring at the dark ceiling.

Unable to sleep, I turned over, picked up my phone from the table, opened my chat window with Feng Jiashu, and scrolled through our chat history.

She didn't know why she did it; she probably just had nothing better to do.

After scrolling through the chat history, she opened the rainy video again. As she listened, drowsiness overcame her, so she put down her phone and fell into a deep sleep.

In the middle of the night, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and a rain fell, the pattering raindrops disturbing her sweet dreams.

The next day.

The crowing of roosters from all around reached my ears precisely on time, rising and falling in waves.

When He Qiaoyun woke up, she first glanced at her phone, then lay back down and rested with her eyes closed for a while.

I didn't get up until the roosters stopped crowing and it was just getting light. I washed up first, and then cleaned the house.

Getting up early to clean the house was a habit I developed after getting married. Back then, everyone said that a woman should be virtuous and good at managing the household. She was young and naive, so she took their advice to heart, and over time, she developed this habit.

After sweeping the floor, it was only 6:30, so she went to the kitchen to make breakfast. After breakfast, it was almost light, and taking advantage of the cool weather, she went out to inspect the greenhouses.

As soon as the car stopped, He Gui walked over with a long face and patted her car window twice. "Hey, He Qiaoyun, get out of here."

He Qiaoyun yanked open the car door and pushed him out. He Gui couldn't back up that quickly, and his clothes brushed against the dust on her car door. He immediately started cursing, "He Qiaoyun, what do you mean by this?!"

He Qiaoyun got out of the car, glanced at the dust on his clothes, and said indifferently, "You're blocking me from getting off the car."

He Gui pointed at her through gritted teeth and blurted out, "You pay for my clothes!"

He Qiaoyun frowned. "He Gui, what are you doing acting like a delicate princess? If your clothes are a little dusty, just dust them off. I didn't wipe poop on your clothes. Besides, you're the one who bumped into my car."

He Gui glared at her. "Let me tell you, this isn't over. You bullied my grandson, so you have to pay me 8,000 yuan for emotional distress. Otherwise, I won't let you off the hook!"

He Qiaoyun didn't care at all, looking at her like she was a fool, "What are you dreaming about in broad daylight? You're crazy for money."

He Gui yelled at her retreating figure, "You just wait!"

Last night it was windy and rainy, and the ground was still a bit wet. After walking around, He Qiaoyun's shoes were covered in mud, and she sat by the roadside for a long time with the mud on them.

Aunt Zhao, who was passing by, walked over to her and spoke up for He Gui's grandson: "Qiaoyun, you've gone to university, yet you can do such a thing to a child!"

Ever since He Qiaoyun negotiated grape orders for Sister Xia but not for her, she had disliked He Qiaoyun and was even somewhat angry, angry that her family hadn't done anything but still had to suffer from He Qiaoyun's exclusion...

He Qiaoyun laughed and said, "Yes, I did it. Aunt Zhao, this is a matter between He Gui and me, it has nothing to do with you."

Aunt Zhao had nothing to say, so she just pursed her lips and left.

He Qiaoyun went home for a short rest and had a drink of water. She then received a message from the supermarket manager: "We're almost there. Are you in the greenhouse?"

He Qiaoyun quickly replied: 【I'm coming right now.】

She then hurriedly grabbed her keys and went out, heading towards the greenhouse, and called Sister Xia along as well.

When she and Sister Xia arrived, the person in charge had not yet come.

Sister Xia parked her electric scooter, got off, and took a sip of water. "I was just busy in the vegetable garden, so I rushed over."

He Qiaoyun sighed, "I thought they wouldn't arrive until at least eleven o'clock."

It was nearly ten o'clock. The other farmers around the greenhouse were still there. Five minutes later, they saw a gray van parked by the roadside. Several people got out of the van, and He Qiaoyun and Sister Xia greeted them with smiles.

In the whole village, only He Qiaoyun and Sister Xia's fruit sold out before it was even ripe, and at a good price. They were so jealous of them.