Chapter 112: Chapter 112: The Disgusting Toad That Doesn’t Bite People Chapter 112: Chapter 112: The Disgusting Toad That Doesn’t Bite People Then, these women exchanged glances, prodding each other silently with that shamelessly sleazy smile.
Qiao Qingyu’s expression had completely cooled. She had long been prepared for the women of the Qiao Family Team to ridicule her, as her situation had truly been disgraceful from the start, certainly enough to fuel their mockery for a whole year.
But she had also done a big thing for the Qiao Family Team.
Five hundred acres of experimental fields.
It was she, Qiao Qingyu, who had fought for them.
Moreover, though her uncle was just a small team leader, he had always been diligent and uncomplaining, her father, Qiao Zhicai, although not highly educated, had always been generous and kind, and even at his old age, he was still good at his work. As for her eldest brother, he was particularly honest and upright.
Her own mother, Han Xianglan, was truly a gentle and kind woman.
She never quarreled with anyone, never gossiped about others, and whenever someone needed help, she never turned them away.
But there were always those people in the world, like toads falling at your feet, annoying without biting.
Their greatest pleasure each day was to gossip about the affairs of others.
Even the smallest issue could fuel their gossip for days and nights.
And by the end of it, the stories would become wildly exaggerated, let alone a big issue like the Qiao family’s.
And here it was, more than six months had passed, they were still as enthusiastic.
Qiao Qingyu, carrying a canvas bag, no longer looked at them but strode towards her home.
But unexpectedly, Aunt Qiao intercepted her quicker than she had moved.
Qiao Qingyu had to stop, her questioning gaze turned towards Aunt Qiao, without even the energy to ask her a question.
Unexpectedly, Aunt Qiao didn’t mind and cracked a sleazy grin.
“People always say having a daughter is great, like a mum’s little cotton-padded jacket. Qingyu, you really are your mum’s little cotton-padded jacket. Look, you’ve finally resolved your mum’s longing for He Shan…”
Although the former Qiao Qingyu was arrogant and overbearing, she was only fierce at home, and couldn’t handle confrontation outside; her only tactics were making a scene or cursing.
So these old ladies really didn’t take Qiao Qingyu seriously.
The others crowded around as well.
“Qingyu, no matter what, you’ve become He Shan’s daughter-in-law, which proves there’s a destiny between your mum and He Shan…”
“Right, why don’t you go back to Hejia Village? Isn’t that your marital home? How can you come back to your parents’ home first?”
“How is He Shan treating you? You really looked like your mum when she was young. To me, He Shan’s wife is quite tolerant.”
“There’s nothing she can do about it now, you’ve entered her He Family’s home…”
“Qingyu, does your mother-in-law treat you well? Has she asked how your mother is, or said she would come to visit?”
“Ha ha ha…”
Fifty-something Aunt Zhu was so excited, spitting as she spoke, wishing she could fly to Beijing to see He Shan’s home.
Qiao Qingyu exuded an icy aura, but these people were completely oblivious. After all, Qiao Qingyu was just a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, newly married, and these old women were battle-hardened, tough as old boots, and seldom did anyone in the village dare provoke them. Even the former Qiao Qingyu would avoid them by taking a different path.
So they really didn’t take Qiao Qingyu seriously.
They laughed unrestrainedly, as three women put on a lively show and four old ladies were nearly turning the world upside down.
Qiao Qingyu took a deep breath, and without hurrying into the village, sat leisurely on the big stone at the entrance, watching the gossiping women of the Qiao Family Team with a smile that was not quite a smile.
She just quietly watched, not saying a word.
She didn’t even offer a word of rebuttal; at first, these people were pleased with themselves, but their laughter soon lost its appeal.
Among them, Aunt Qiao scoffed disdainfully, “Putting on airs and acting all high and mighty, really thinks she’s one of the Beijing people just because she married into Beijing? Dream on, does she not know what she really is?”
Then her gaze met Qiao Qingyu’s grim stare.
Somehow, a sense of unease surged from the bottom of her heart, and Aunt Qiao spat on the ground again, swinging her hips with her basket in tow, and strutted towards the village. The other old women, finding no amusement, pushed and shoved each other, laughing and mocking, then left as well.
There were four of them in total.
Aunt Qiao, Aunt Zhu, Second Aunt Li, and Accountant Zhang’s wife.
Qiao Qingyu sat on the stone, her indifferent gaze directed towards the village, no wonder Han Xianglan and Qiao Zhicai had to leave the Qiao Family Team. With such an environment, Han Xianglan’s gentle temperament, how could she endure these old ladies’ occasional cutting remarks?
So much time had passed; these things should have been forgotten, but in their mouths, the discussions were as heated as ever.
Who gave them the courage, really?
Did the uncle truly not know that these women were still keenly discussing her and her mother behind their backs?
Such women, malicious at heart, take pleasure in building their joy upon others’ pains; they are venomous and selfish, never considering other people’s feelings, indulging in their own gratification.
Because gossiping about others costs nothing.
It doesn’t involve killing or arson, at most, they might be harshly criticized.
That’s why they are increasingly unrestrained.
Qiao Qingyu wore a cold smile.
Her expression calm as she watched the women who had walked into the village.
The Qiao Family Team was not small in number; then many people, carrying hoes, were gradually returning from the fields.
Then, leading the way, Accountant Zhang immediately saw Qiao Qingyu.
Excitement appeared on Accountant Zhang’s face, and he rushed forward in three strides, his voice filled with excitement, “Qingyu, Qingyu, is that you? When did you come back? Why didn’t you call ahead? So your uncle could have picked you up…”
Qiao Qingyu looked calmly at Accountant Zhang.
Accountant Zhang felt something was off, scratching his face, “Qingyu, who are you waiting for here? How long have you been back?”
“Accountant Zhang, I’ve been sitting here for an hour already.”
“Why didn’t you go home?”
“I’m waiting for Sun Dazhang to return.”
“Sun Dazhang is behind, I’ll go call him for you…” Accountant Zhang really didn’t know what had happened; he felt uneasy.
He turned around and yelled towards the back, “Old Sun, hurry, hurry, Qingyu is back.” Then he called to someone not far away, “Old Qiao, hurry up, your grandniece is back.”
Accountant Zhang’s voice was loud, several people in the distance heard him, so Sun Dazhang jogged up to where Qiao Qingyu was, and upon seeing, indeed, it was her.
He exclaimed happily, “Qingyu, when did you come back? Why didn’t you call?”