Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

“Stop right there!” Qiao Qinghe quickly stopped her, berating her with a stern expression, “Do you really want to be tied up and sent to the County Town?”

“I’ll ask Changsun for some food, he won’t refuse!” Madame Sun threw down these words, and ran off towards the direction where Qiao Xiaomai had left.

Qiao Qinghe stomped his foot and hurried to follow her, calling Qiao Dazhu on his way, “Dazhu, come and drag your grandmother back!”

Although he is the head of the Qiao Family, he hasn’t been able to assert his authority over the years, so much so that he can no longer control Madame Sun or his sons.

Shouting is useless, all he can do is forcefully drag Madame Sun back.

Qiao Dazhu acknowledged and quickly went after Madame Sun.

Being young, he ran fast, overtaking Qiao Qinghe in a few steps and reaching Madame Sun. He was about to reach out to grab her when Madame Sun retaliated by scratching violently at his face.

He was so frightened that he immediately retreated a few steps, giving Madame Sun the opportunity to continue running.

Zhu Cuiying saw all this, screamed, and quickly ran over, berating, “You foolish boy! Stop right there! You already have trouble finding a wife; if you ruin your face who will marry you now!”

While verbally lashing out at Qiao Dazhu, she held a deep resentment for Madame Sun in her heart, always treating only Sun Junyan as precious, while everyone else was just worthless mud in her eyes!

Thinking about Madame Sun’s past behavior, Zhu Cuiying quickly held back Qiao Dazhu. The bigger the commotion, the better. After all, with Qiao Xiaomai’s newfound abilities, she’d take pleasure no matter who suffered between the sanctimonious old woman and that wretched girl.

With this idea in mind, she called over a few people standing at the doorway and they all followed.

They jumped in when opportunities arose, otherwise, they just enjoyed the spectacle. Either way, they didn’t lose anything.

Thus, Qiao Ying, Qiao Meipan, Qiao Changfu, and Qiao Erzhu all followed, and a crowd ran towards Qiao Xiaomai’s house.

Qiao Xiaomai and Qiao Dami were back home, where Qiao Changshun was washing more than a hundred chicken feet by the well, and casually asked as he saw them return, “Your grandma didn’t give you a hard time, did she?”

“No, grandpa was there.” Qiao Xiaomai entered their house, filled a basket with three kilograms of bean sprouts, and prepared to send them to the Tong Family.

Qiao Changshun saw her leading Qiao Dami about to go out, and suddenly said, “When you go to the town later, get some fabric.”

“Huh?” Qiao Xiaomai was puzzled.

“For you and your brother to make some clothes.”

Last year, when some silver was found, Zhuang Luhe got several pieces of hemp fabric and made new clothes for the whole family.

But hemp clothing can’t compare with silk. Given that Qiao Xiaomai inherited Zhuang Luhe’s good looks, once she puts on bright and attractive clothing, he didn’t believe Tong Sanlang wouldn’t give Qiao Xiaomai a second look.

Of course, he didn’t dare to share these thoughts with Qiao Xiaomai.

“We have money now, you and your brother can dress better.” His tone was of concerned, sounding very natural.

Qiao Xiaomai didn’t think much about it, she agreed, and pushed open the big door of the courtyard.

Just as the siblings had stepped a few feet away, Madame Sun appeared from around a corner, running over while panting heavily.

Qiao Xiaomai narrowed her eyes, sensing trouble, pulled Qiao Dami back to the doorway.

Madame Sun noticed her movements, huffed coldly, ran over a few more steps, sat down at Qiao Xiaomai’s doorstep, and shouted loudly, “Changsun, Changsun, Changsun! Come out here!”

When Qiao Changshun heard her voice, it alarmed him. He hastily stood up, forgetting to wipe the water off his hands, limped to the doorway, and seeing Madame Sun sitting on the ground panting heavily, asked anxiously, “Mother, what’s wrong?”

Madame Sun rolled her eyes at him, “1 didn’t eat enough at lunch, bring me a couple of plain steamed buns, and a bowl of fatty meat!”