Chapter 71: Chapter 071: Getting Into Trouble
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âThis is ultimately a matter between your two families, it wouldnât be right for me to get too involved,â Zhuang Jingye contemplated for a moment before declining, âA simple apology should suffice.â
In this way, no matter what, it was Zhuang Rumanâs affair alone, no one could argue that his role as the village chief was in any way improper.
âUncle, youâre aware that because of Mrs. Songâs foolish actions, Miss Zhuang Qingning and Miss Qingsui have started to see me in a negative light, even bearing resentment towards me.â
Zhuang Ruman said, âAfter the scuffle earlier, they now likely despise the sight of me even more. If I were to go there now, they would surely chase me out before I have a chance to apologize and instead, I would get a tongue-lashing. All things considered, it is not a good situation.â
âUncle, if you could mediate, I am sure Miss Zhuang Qingning will respect you and calmly exchange a few words with me. If our two families could live in harmony without squabbles, wouldnât that bring some peace to the village and give you peace of mind?â
He continued, âEarlier, when my son Yuanren returned home, he had mentioned his wish to invite you over, but there was simply not enough time. Once Yuanren finishes his exams and returns home, we will ensure that he pays you a visit to share the good news and we ask that you kindly enjoy a cup at our place.â
The last few sentences were subtly aimed at pleasing Zhuang Jingye and fostering a closer relationship.
Although Zhuang Yuanren might not necessarily succeed in the exams, he was, after all, a studious young man with chances of success. It would not be a bad thing to establish good relations early, especially if Zhuang Yuanren were to become successful and qualify as a student or even an imperial scholar in the future.
One must always leave open multiple paths in life, so the road can widen and not lead into a dead end.
Zhuang Jingye thought it over and then nodded, âAlright, for Yuanrenâs sake, letâs make this visit.â
âThank you, Uncle.â Seeing Zhuang Jingye agree Zhuang Ruman gave a beaming smile and then asked him to wait for a moment before going into the house to get some eggs.
He picked out around ten eggs, put them in a small bamboo basket, and lined the basket with soft wheat straw to prevent the eggs from breaking.
âWhat are you doing?â Mrs. Song saw him gathering eggs and desperately asked. âThese are fresh eggs, laid by our hens over the last couple of days. Werenât you planning on saving them to sell in town so we have money set aside for Yuanren?â
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It is worth mentioning that in order to preserve the eggs for selling, Zhuang Ruman had been counting them over and over again, afraid that they might be secretly eaten.
âWhy do you meddle in everything? Finish making the meal.â Zhuang Ruman didnât bother answering Mrs. Song, simply loaded the eggs into the small bamboo basket and then left with Zhuang Jingye.
âAh.. â, Mrs. Song, startled by yet another confrontation, was about to speak
out, but fearing she might get scolded, she shut her mouth and hung her head, going back into the kitchen to continue cooking and calling Zhuang Qinghe to prepare the fire.
âMom, I heard dadâs planning to go to Zhuang Qingningâs house,â Zhuang Yuanzhong snuck into the kitchen, blinking his eyes, he said, âFrom what dad said, it sounds like he plans to send the eggs there as a peace offering.â
âWhat?â
Zhuang Qinghe, who was kindling the fire, suddenly screamed, âWhy should we give eggs to that wretched girl? Why is it fair?â
âShe shuts everyone out and eats all the good food, ignoring us completely. Even if we beat that wretched girl to death, it wouldnât be too much and weâre actually going to give her eggs? Has dad lost his mind?â
Mrs. Song too was too upset to stem her tears.
Even if she failed to reclaim any belongings, even if Zhuang Qingning had chased her halfway across the village â and yes, it was quite embarrassing â but wasnât she doing all of this for the sake of the family? Zhuang Ruman not only failed to stand up for her but was also planning on apologizing?
Wouldnât that only make Zhuang Qingning look down on her even more?
People in the village were likely to say that she was someone even her own husband despised.
âMom, itâs too much for dad to behave this way, he is not holding onto any shred of dignity. How will we show our faces in the village after this?â Zhuang Qinghe was exasperated.
âAnd those eggs, dad is so generous with them, giving away ten or so. When was the last time any of us ate an egg at home, yet heâs so keen on giving them all awayâŚâ
Why does that damned girl, who doesnât even care for them, get to eat what she doesnât have?
âExactly, I think so too, we canât even cat eggs, but those girls get themâŚâ Zhuang Yuanzhong agreed, nodding earnestly.
âYou two, quiet down.â Mrs. Song quietly wiped away her tears, âYour father must have his reasons for doing this, it must be something beneficial. It could be that the village chief said something and your father had no choice.â
With this thought in mind, she felt a bit better.
âWhat do you mean he had no choice?â Zhuang Qingheâs face was flushed with anger, âIsnât brother going to pass the imperial examination to become a student next year? Students donât even have to kneel when they meet a county governor. Is there any need to such an extent that we have to lower ourselves to a village chief?â
âIt looks like dad is letting his soft heart get the best of him, forgetting what he should be doing, resulting in him creating such a situation now.â
âUnacceptable!â
As Zhuang Qinghe kept talking, she stomped away from the stove, went to another room, grabbed four or five eggs, and began cracking them into the pot without a word.
The pot was simmering with sweet potato noodle pie. The eggs quickly solidified into a poached egg shape as soon as they went in.
âWhat are you doing?â Mrs. Song exclaimed, hurrying to stop her, âIf your father sees this, wonât he break your legs?â
âSo what if he beats me?â Zhuang Qinghe stood her ground, her face turning red, âWhy is it that those two dead girls can eat our eggs, but we canât? Today, I must eat an egg!â
In the past, she had always bullied Zhuang Qingning and Zhuang Qingsui, making them eat what she had leftover. She dressed them in her hand-me-downs, but now they were eating pork and chive dumplings and eggs, while she could only eat sweet potato pie?
This is not right!
Zhuang Qinghe was getting angrier the more she thought about it and threw all the remaining eggs into the pot.
Mrs. Song was not able to stop her.
âOh my god, isnât this asking for troubleâŚâ
Mrs. Song was so anxious that she didnât know what to do at the end.
When Zhuang Ruman came back and saw so many eggs in the pot, he would definitely get furious, definitely scold them, and definitely chastise her for being incapable and not keeping things under controlâŚ.
Mrs. Song was anxious like an ant on a hot pan, pacing around the kitchen.
At least there are eggs to eat now.
Zhuang Yuanzhong broke into a smirk.
After days of living hand-to-mouth, not even getting a glimpse of any oil, the food cravings in his belly were now going to be satisfied. Finally, it was time to enjoy a feast..
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