59: 59 Loss of face for the Su Family
59: 59 Loss of face for the Su Family
Because the jars had not yet been purchased, Su Xiaofeng’s chili project could only be postponed for a few days.
He Ximei wanted to sell the red chilies harvested from the fields, and Xiaofeng suggested, “Auntie, let them dry in the sun and turn into dried chilies.
When winter comes, I will help you sell them, and you will definitely get a good price.”
He Ximei didn’t know where Xiaofeng’s confidence came from.
She had noticed that Xiaofeng now boasted without blushing: “We still have plenty of dried chilies at home.
If we dry all of them, we can’t possibly eat them all.”
“Xiaofeng is right to dry them.
It’s good that our girl has ideas,” Old Guaizi came out of the room, looking well.
He Ximei couldn’t help but feel that Old Guaizi seemed even more spirited after his fall than before, which was quite strange.
“Fine then, if both you and Grandpa say to dry them, let’s dry them,” He Ximei said and went out with the chilies, looking for a sunny place to spread them out.
Not far away, three people were walking towards them.
He Ximei looked carefully, if it wasn’t Uncle Er and the Guisheng couple, then who else could it be?
Since He Ximei had married into the family, Uncle Er and Guisheng had never shown her a kind face.
Seeing them approach, He Ximei pretended not to notice and focused on drying her chilies.
The trio glanced at He Ximei and also ignored her, heading straight towards Old Guaizi’s house.
“Guaizi.” Uncle Er’s voice arrived before he did: “Are you home?”
Old Guaizi heard Uncle Er’s voice and came out of the room: “Uncle.”
Uncle Er glanced at Old Guaizi, who was wrapped in bandages, narrowed his eyes, and said nothing, sitting down directly in the main seat at the table.
Su Guisheng and his wife Ma Donghua also sat at the table, looking at Old Guaizi with contempt.
Uncle Er Su Zongming sat down and immediately began, “In the past few days, the Yue Family has been celebrating, and we’ve all been helping out.
As soon as we returned, we heard about Xiaofeng’s premarital pregnancy.
Tell me, what kind of father are you, keeping such a shameless daughter at home?”
“Dad, there’s a saying ‘like father, like son; like mother, like daughter.’ Xiaofeng’s mother was shameless, and her daughter couldn’t have turned out much better.
She got pregnant before marriage, utterly disgracing our Su Family’s name,” Ma Donghua, Su Guisheng’s wife, said as she glanced at Xiaofeng’s room, “Where is Xiaofeng?
She must know she has lost face and is hiding.”
Su Xiaofeng had wanted to take a short nap inside.
Hearing Ma Dongying’s words, she stepped out of the room, her face showing a hint of coldness: “I haven’t stolen or robbed, so why shouldn’t I face people?”
With that, she swept a glance over the three people in the room.
Uncle Er Su Zongming, Uncle Su Guisheng, and Aunt Ma Donghua.
These three, aside from coming to this home to take advantage, contributed nothing else.
They didn’t like the original owner, and the original owner didn’t like them either.
Who knows whose man you’ve stolen, otherwise how could your belly have swelled up?” Ma Donghua sneered as she looked at Su Xiaofeng.
“Auntie, did you see it happen?
Then tell me, whose man did I steal?
You better clarify, because if you can’t, this is defamation.
I hear defamation can land you in prison,” Su Xiaofeng pulled over a bamboo chair and sat down leisurely.
These three had come over, and this war of words was bound to last at least a while, unlikely to end in less than half an hour.
So, she decided to sit down.
Ma Donghua nearly choked on her own spit upon hearing Su Xiaofeng’s words.
Well, she had just gone back to her parent’s home, and look how sharp Xiaofeng’s tongue had become.