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The door was barely taller than a person, allowing someone outside to reach over the top and easily open the bolt from the inside. Wang Qigu cupped her hand inside the door, opened the bolt herself, and entered the courtyard. âIs Dashan at home?â
Xiao Yuchuan was not pleased with her intrusion. âMy second brother went hunting in the mountain early in the morning, Wang Qigu. You didnât even ask permission before entering our house. Did we invite you in?â
He disliked the old granny to start with. If not for her loose tongue, the matter between him and Liu Xianglian, which really wasnât an issue, wouldnât have become the talk of the village and caused his wife to jump into the riverâ¦
Thinking of his wife jumping into the river out of jealousy for him and almost losing her made him frightened, but he was also happy that his wife cared so much about him. This thought softened his expression.
But then, he recalled how his wife had hurt his feelings last night, and thought she was very capricious.
He was initially planning to go sell goods today, but his second brother said his wife had just recovered from her illness and Fourth Brotherâs leg was inconvenient, so they needed someone at home. His second brotherâs hunting was worth more than the goods selling, so he agreed to stay at home. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Wang Qigu was annoyed. âYour house is rundown and you donât have any money.â She looked up at the roof. âYour roof isnât even proper tiles, just a thatched shed. If your family could ever afford a tiled roof, it would probably rain red colored rain then!â
âJust say what you want, and get it over with.â Yuchuan snapped impatiently.
âOur family is poor, itâs none of your business.â
âHow can you speak to an elder like that?â Wang Qiguâs face wrinkled even further in anger. âYou should at least call me âAunt Qiâ.â
âWeâre not related, so calling you âAunt Qiâ is just a courtesy. Besides, what kind of elder openly ridicules someone for being poor? Are you really that rich?â
Wang Qigu glared at him with disgust. âMy family is way richer than yours. My son wanted rabbit meat, and we thought weâd do your poor family a favor and give you some business by having Dashan hunt a rabbit for us. But Wushan Village has more hunters than just your family. Iâm not buying anything!â
Her gaze then turned to the figure sitting under the eaves. âThe Xiao Familyâs fourth son is out of his room too, but his leg still isnât good. Qinghe, Iâm telling you, your family will never be rich!â
She turned around, swaying her pear-shaped hips out of the Xiao Familyâs courtyard, but stopped at the door. âOh, I just remembered what I heard by the door. You were scared by your ghost-wife, werenât you? The Xiao Family really brings bad luck; even just visiting brings misfortune.â
âGet the hell out!â Yuchuan roared from behind. âDamn old hag, donât come to my house again!â
Frightened, Wang Qiguâs fat jiggled as she quickly ran away, cursing while she retreated. âYou uneducated bastard! This old granny wonât come anymore!â
Su Qingyue was unaware of the conflict between Yuchuan and Wang Qigu, as her attention was solely on the person sitting under the eaves.
He was a young man of about seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in a green plain robe. His ink-black hair was neatly combed, with half of it bound up behind his head and the rest casually draped across his back, with a few wisps falling onto his chest.
His skin was very pale, probably from not getting sun for many years, making him look almost sickly pale. His face was well-defined and delicate, making him quite handsome.
His gaze was incredibly pure, like the clear waters of Qinghe, clean and translucent.
He sat quietly in an old armchair with a backrest and armrests. The ancient chair did not take away from his elegant appearance, making him look like the gentle and polite boy next door..