Crossing Over to Yamada Love

Wang's eyes flickered, but she didn't say anything. It wasn't that she didn't know these things, but she didn't want to bring them up or make a fuss about them.

"Sister-in-law, have you figured it all out? If there are no further problems, I'll keep this money," Wang asked Feng with a smile. But Mo Lan clearly saw the sarcasm in that smile.

"Look at what you're saying, sister-in-law. Isn't this family run by you, brother and sister-in-law? When would we dare say anything more? We're just asking where all the money went, afraid the accounts won't be clear later." Madam Feng didn't seem to care about Madam Wang's mocking smile. Was being laughed at more important than money?

"Silver, where did this silver come from?" Cui's eyes lit up when she saw the silver on the kang (a heated brick bed), and she immediately had an idea.

Liu repeated what she had said to her again with a helpless expression.

"Oh, the scraps of cloth in those sacks haven't been distributed yet. Your eldest son's family got an extra pound of brown sugar, so please give us an extra sack of cloth." Cui Shi's eyes were now fixed on the scraps of cloth. How many shoe soles could that be made from? She could sell them cheaply.

“Third Aunt, those are the fabric shop owner's orders for my eldest aunt. If you take them, how will my eldest aunt deliver the goods? The quantities have all been checked.” Mo Lan refused her. She wasn't afraid of offending Cui Shi.

“What can you do with scraps of cloth? Maybe mend clothes or make shoe soles. There are so many, the shopkeeper can’t possibly count them all. Even if we take some, they might not know.” Cui was clearly unwilling to give up. There were very beautiful silk fabrics and gauze among them.

“Lan is right, we can’t touch other people’s things. Otherwise, how can we expect them to give you the work next time? Eldest daughter, go help Lan’s mother cook, she and Mei are probably a bit too busy,” Wang said. She winked at Liu, signaling her to leave.

“Yes, sister-in-law, you should go quickly. We’re all hungry. Hurry up, our husband will be back soon,” Cui urged from the side.

After Liu left, Wang glanced at Cui but didn't say anything. She was about to send her to the kitchen as well, but then thought better of it. She figured Cui would only make things worse and upset her two daughters-in-law.

"Lanlan, how did you make those shoes? Tell your auntie, and I'll make a pair for your sister Ju'er too." Cui moved her bottom next to Molan and began to try to get information out of her with a smile.

Mo Lan scoffed inwardly. "Trying to coax me like a child, huh? Making shoes for Mo Ju? Why don't you just say you can earn money by looking at shoes, and if you want shoe designs, go earn money too?"

"Third Aunt, I... I can't say." Mo Lan frowned, looking somewhat embarrassed.

"Why are you so stingy, girl? You're family, and you keep your past misdeeds a secret from us. We've been so good to you. You're such an ingrate." Seeing that Mo Lan didn't say anything, Cui Shi's face darkened, and she became somewhat angry.

"I...I'm not an ingrate, Grandpa, Grandma, I'm not, am I?" Mo Lan looked at everyone with grief and sorrow in her eyes.

"No, my Lan'er is not an ungrateful wretch. Whoever says that has no conscience. Lan'er, don't cry." Seeing Mo Lan's tears about to fall, Madam Wang quickly hugged her, feeling very sorry for her.

"Aunt, you, you... you..." Cui was so angry she couldn't speak.

"What's wrong, Third Brother's wife? Why are you stuttering?" Wang asked, looking puzzled and confused.

Mrs. Cui was so annoyed. "You're saying I have no conscience? That's insulting! And then you ask me what's wrong? Isn't that just deliberately trying to provoke me?"

“Grandma, I gave the shoe pattern to the shopkeeper, which is why they gave Auntie so much work to make. The shopkeeper said that apart from the three pairs of shoes for Madam Fang’s family, we can’t use that shoe pattern to make shoes anymore, or he’ll go to the yamen to sue us and make us pay a hundred taels of silver in compensation. That’s why I didn’t tell Third Aunt.” Mo Lan explained softly to the people in the room.

"You traded such valuable shoe designs for a bunch of rags? Don't you have a brain? You just told them the truth. How could you be so stupid?" Madam Feng raised her eyebrows, glared at Mo Lan, and angrily scolded her from the side.

"Exactly! If you had told me the design of the shoes, I could have sold them for a good price. Now you've ruined them for nothing. You're so brainless!" Cui Shi retorted angrily to her mother-in-law. She even reached out and poked Mo Lan's forehead.

Mo Lan tilted her head to the side, dodging the attack, and rested her head on Wang Shi's shoulder.

"Those living people can do it at a glance. The cloth shop is already doing us a favor by giving us the work. What more do you want! Saying that Lan'er is brainless, is that something you elders should say? You all have brains, why don't you come up with the shoe designs yourselves? What use is Lan'er! You think Lan'er is stupid, but all this money and food is earned with her stupid brain. You won't be eating tonight either." Wang Shi looked at all this, her face darkened, and she stopped being polite.

"Sister-in-law, are you out of your mind? I was just saying a few words to her, why are you so upset? I'm her elder, can't I say anything to her?" Madam Feng was very unhappy with Madam Wang's protective attitude.

“That’s right, that’s right. I’m her third aunt, and I’m saying this for her own good.” Mrs. Cui always sided with her mother-in-law, agreeing with everything she said.

"I'm also your elder, and I'm only saying this for your own good. What, can't I say anything to you?" Wang's eyes flashed coldly as she looked at the two of them.

“You’re right, you’re right. Who dares say that my sister-in-law can’t say it?” Madam Feng replied in a low voice. But judging from her nonchalant expression, one could tell that she was very dissatisfied.

Cui opened her mouth, but ultimately remained silent.

"Grandma is awesome!" Mo Lan cheered for Wang Shi from the sidelines. Why was Wang Shi so gentle in the original owner's memories? She rarely argued with the second wife. Since Mo Lan arrived, Wang Shi seemed to have changed. Why? Mo Lan pondered.

Soon, dinner was served inside. Mo Lan frowned as she looked at the dishes and food on the table. The dishes included stewed potatoes with meat, a plate of pickled vegetables, a bowl of fish soup, and half a fish tail on another plate. There was also a plate of pig's head meat on the man's side.

There were two kinds of food: white rice and sorghum rice. There were two bowls of white rice on the women's table, placed in front of Wang and Feng, while everyone else had sorghum rice in front of them.

Mo Lan wanted to look up to the sky and sigh, "My goodness! Things are bought to be eaten. I bought five pounds of meat, what's wrong with adding more? At the very least, make some stir-fried shredded meat or sliced ​​meat."

You bought two fish, so you could have stewed them together, but you only stewed one and gave the top half to the men's table. I only eat the belly of the fish, so what am I supposed to eat?

My white rice! Don't you know that your daughter's throat has been ruined by sorghum rice these past few days, and she can't eat anything? You bought so much white rice, and you only gave it to the elderly. That's just an excuse, an excuse to buy rice, you know?

Mo Lan wanted to cry, but she was helpless. She couldn't very well steal her grandmother's white rice. Oh well, she'd just have fish soup instead. Soaking the rice in the fish soup would make it softer, and she could make do with that.

"Second sister-in-law, what kind of cooking did you do? My eldest son, Ju'er, and I have our white rice!" Cui Shi pushed her bowl away, looking at the sorghum rice in front of her, and exclaimed in a panic!

“Isn’t that rice for our parents and second uncle and aunt? There’s only so much. If we all eat plain rice, it won’t last more than a few meals.” Qiu Shi glanced at everyone and spoke very frankly.

Yes, she had only thought that 20 pounds was a lot, but she had forgotten how many people were in the family. If they ate together, they really couldn't eat that much for many meals. Mo Lan felt secretly ashamed.

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