CHAPTER 93: CHAPTER 92: NO COMMENT

Su Jingchen drank the water and then put the cap back on the bottle.

He wanted to ask Yu Xiaolian about the transparent water bottle, but knowing Yu Xiaolian would probably harshly tell him not to ask, he wisely decided against it.

Since there’s water, there should be food too.

Su Jingchen was really hungry, "Is there anything to eat?"

Yu Xiaolian asked, "Yes, what do you want to eat?"

"I can order food too?"

Such a wide variety of choices? Su Jingchen was truly flabbergasted.

"What do you have to eat?"

"Everything you could want!" Yu Xiaolian said with a smug look.

Su Jingchen suspected she was bragging, but didn’t want to expose her. "As long as it fills me up, it’s fine."

Yu Xiaolian took out strips of pork and beef jerky from her space; the more you chew them, the tastier they are, much better than bread and cookies.

Bread and cookies are too choking.

Su Jingchen pointed to a crooked tree ahead, "Let’s tie the horse there and take a break. We can eat something too."

They’d been walking for most of the day, and indeed, it was time to let the horse rest a bit and eat some grass.

Su Jingchen tied the horse to the tree, and Yu Xiaolian used mineral water to wash his hands.

"You eat something; I need to give my big red some water."

They were now at an intersection on a country road, and since it was noon, there was not a soul in sight.

Yu Xiaolian took out a small red plastic bucket from her space and poured a five-liter bottle of mineral water into it with a gulping sound.

The five liters of water was drunk up completely by the big red.

Fearing it was still not sated, Yu Xiaolian poured another bottle, and this time, the big red was finally satisfied.

She poured out the remaining water and put the bucket back into her space.

Yu Xiaolian’s space didn’t have anything to feed the horse, so she had to let the big red munch on grass.

After eating to partial satisfaction, Su Jingchen stopped eating and began studying the words on the pork jerky packaging.

The difference between traditional and simplified characters isn’t very big, and based on the shape and context of the words, Su Jingchen was able to read most of the words on the package.

Honey-glazed pork jerky... ingredients... manufacturer...

The more Su Jingchen read, the more his brows furrowed. He was puzzled but had a desire to understand.

Yu Xiaolian, on the road, occasionally looked at a small round disk, muttering one point, two points — what on earth did that mean?

The person who could clear up his confusion was right next to him.

Yu Xiaolian stood with arms crossed, staring at Su Jingchen, and just as he looked up, she threw out four words, "No comment!"

Su Jingchen, "..."

He knew it.

Su Jingchen’s carriage was faster than Yu Xiaolian’s, so when they reached Yangcheng, it was still broad daylight.

When they were close to home, Su Jingchen jumped off the carriage, "I’m heading off first."

"Have you finished the seal yet? Why is it taking so long?"

Last time she already told Aunt Li she agreed to the lotus logo, and asked Su Jingchen to hurry and carve it; she was waiting to use it.

"Just a bit more, I’ll finish it tonight, and Aunt Li will bring it to you tomorrow morning."

"Okay, then I’ll pack some food tomorrow morning and have Aunt Li take it back for little Jingyue."

Yu Xiaolian drove the carriage to the backyard, and Yu Changhe and Mrs. Sun rushed out of the house upon hearing the noise.

"Lian’er, I was so worried about you. As soon as you left, I regretted letting you go so far alone," Mrs. Sun said.

Mrs. Sun embraced Yu Xiaolian’s frail body, "Thank goodness you came back safe, otherwise I’d be devastated."

Yu Xiaolian helped Mrs. Sun into the house while Yu Changhe stayed back to unload the carriage and feed the horse.

Once inside, Mrs. Sun eagerly asked, "How’s your grandma and the others? Are they all doing well?"

"They’re doing fine." Though she had arduously delivered so much food to them, all she saw was them arguing.

Not a single hot meal, nor even water, was offered.

Luckily, the supermarket had plenty of snacks, so she didn’t keep her mouth idle along the way.

Besides singing, she was either eating or drinking.

Speaking of singing, Yu Xiaolian couldn’t help but feel a bit annoyed again.

Sigh, she probably sounded like a howling ghost up front, while Su Jingchen might have had a great laugh at the back!

Embarrassing or not, it’s just humor. Anyway, she has a thick skin and quick recovery, not scared at all.

"How’s Fengshou’s harvest this year? After taxes, will there be enough leftover to last till next year?" Mrs. Sun asked again.

"My uncle said the harvest wasn’t good this year. Half of the rice was not good, many were husks, and this year’s grain tax increased by a measure compared to last year. The leftovers have to be eaten sparingly.

Good thing I went back and left fifty taels of silver for my grandma. If they run short on food, they’ll surely go to the town to buy some. Mom, don’t worry about it anymore."

Now what troubled Yu Xiaolian was that Mrs. Sun knew that after the New Year, the Northern Land would become drier and by autumn, there’d be almost no harvest. At that time, some people in the Northern Land would begin to migrate southward, and Mrs. Sun mentioned wanting to bring along her mother and Sun Fengshou’s family.

She especially didn’t like Xu. Bringing others was fine, but she wasn’t willing to bring along Xu.

Moreover, Yu Changhe still didn’t know about the potential famine in the future, and if Mrs. Sun wanted to bring her own family, it was inevitable that Yu Changhe wouldn’t want to leave his parents behind either.

Just thinking about it gave Yu Xiaolian a headache.

"Did little Tiger start school?"

Following that, Mrs. Sun persistently asked, and Yu Xiaolian persistently answered.

After a moment of consideration, Yu Xiaolian still decided to tell Mrs. Sun about the fight between Sun Fengshou and Xu.

Mrs. Sun was shocked and asked, "You mean your uncle hit Xu and wants to divorce her?"

Yu Xiaolian nodded. Why was her mother so shocked?

Mrs. Sun sighed, "They say to marry a virtuous wife, a good woman prospers three generations, a woman with poor conduct ruins three generations.

At that time, Xu demanded a large betrothal gift, but your grandpa was so set on her, willing to spend more on the gift to make her your uncle’s wife.

Now his eyes are closed, and legs stretched, he doesn’t care about anything, and your grandma is suffering.

In my opinion, divorcing Xu wouldn’t be a big deal; nowadays, you can marry a young girl for just over ten taels. If Xu keeps causing trouble, I’ll write your uncle a letter, advising him to divorce her."

Mrs. Sun had been tolerating Xu all these years, every visit to her maternal home meant buying food and tossing some silver in.

Sometimes just a few dozen coins, other times a few hundred.

It wasn’t because she feared Xu; it was hoping Xu would treat her mother better for the sake of money.

Now that they have money, Mrs. Sun didn’t want to put up with Xu anymore.

Previously, her mother feared that if Xu left, her brother would have no wife, no home.

It’s different now; she’s willing to spend money to get her brother a better one.

Not asking for someone who’s knowledgeable and reasonable, just someone gentle, respectful, and considerate.

Mrs. Sun also thought of her little nephew, Tiger. If Sun Fengshou really divorced Xu, Tiger would become a motherless child.

"Did Xu really say she could change?"

"That’s what she said, she even knelt to my uncle, but we don’t know if she can actually do it."

In Yu Xiaolian’s experience with people, Xu didn’t seem like someone who could genuinely repent and change.