Chapter 89 - 89: Things of the Past

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Looking at Qiao Dami’s dark and shiny eyes, Qiao Xiaomai smiled slightly and said, “Dami, mother said she went out to work, but in reality, she wanted to escape. Grandma always scolds her behind her back. She doesn’t want to stay in the village right now, so she went out to work.”

“When Grandma no longer dares to cause trouble in our house, we can bring mother back, okay?”

“Is that so…” Disappointment flashed across Qiao Dami’s face.

However, recalling the ferocious image of Mrs. Sun beating Zhuang Luhe last year, he heavily nodded his small head, “OK!”

“Good boy, go and cook some soybean residue for the chicks. If you are hungry, eat a piece of pastry.” Qiao Xiaomai was satisfied and gently rubbed his head.

All the food that was placed on the table earlier was thrown onto the floor by Mrs. Sun, along with the broken bowls. They hardly ate at lunch, so dessert was their only choice.

Qiao Dami gave another affirmative response and ran into the kitchen.

Qiao Changshun was bending over to pick up the pile of firewood that Qiao Xiaomai had dragged back last time. Hearing the conversation of the two siblings, he couldn’t help but feel his nose sting, and the corners of his eyes becoming warm.

It’s all his fault…

Qiao Xiaomai, unknowing of his distress, went into her room after busy work in the kitchen.

The bedding on the bed as well as the clothes in the box were all thrown out by Mrs. Sun and Qiao Meipan, randomly scattered on the ground with footprints left on them. She took a deep breath. Damn, in the past, she could get rid of them in no time. But now, living in such a rundown place, despite having money, there was nowhere to buy new ones.

Wash!

As Qiao Xiaomai was doing laundry, Tong Sanlang and Tong Tiehu were sitting in the courtyard talking.

Tong Erlang and Zhu Hongyun went to the fields to weed, and Mrs. Qian had also gone with them.

Tong Sanlang poured a cup of tea for Tong Tiehu, and continued eating his lunch.

He was still eating when Qiao Dami ran over earlier. At eighteen, he’s at the age when he’s growing, so his appetite was larger than most people.

“Grandpa, what happened with Uncle Changshun’s wife back then?”

Tong Tiehu took a sip of tea. The bitter taste spread in his mouth. He squinted his eyes and hummed, “Before your Aunt Changshun got married, she was known as a beauty. Qiao Chang’an once encountered her in town while working and was instantly captivated. He then asked Mrs. Sun to propose a marriage.”

“Mrs. Sun looked down on the Zhuang Family for their poverty, and was unwilling to arrange a marriage. But since Qiao Chang’an had set his heart on her, she had no choice but to send the matchmaker to propose.”

“Your Aunt Changshun secretly came to our village to investigate the Qiao Family’s situation and Qiao Chang’an’s character. She was spotted by the local rogue Lai San. Coincidentally, your Uncle Changshun saw what happened and helped her, so she took a liking to your Uncle Changshun.”

“Qiao Chang’an obviously wouldn’t accept this, and even fought with your Uncle Changshun. Then, he invited your Aunt Changshun out under your Uncle Changshun’s name, intending to elope with her. Aunt Changshun didn’t agree, and he came up with wicked ideas to impose his will on her.”

Upon hearing this, Tong Sanlang’s eyebrows lifted slightly, “Such a thing happened?”

“Indeed,” Tong Tiehu sneered, mockery all over his face, “At that time, the incident caused a big stir in the village. The Zhuang Family also sent people over, causing a huge commotion. In the end, your Aunt Changshun got married to your Uncle Changshun. Ever since then, Qiao Chang’an has been hostile to them as a couple, and Mrs. Sun also despised your Aunt Changshun.”

“She never liked your Uncle Changshun in the first place. Now, with your Aunt Changshun added into the equation, she utterly despises them both.”

Tong Sanlang’s eyes spun, swallowing the steamed bun in his mouth, and asked, “Why doesn’t Mrs.. Sun like Uncle Changshun?”