Empress of Fortune: Chapter 63 - 63 063 Sensible

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Chapter 63: Chapter 063: Sensible

“Every day, they enjoy als of flour and rice, and have fried eggs at every al. It’s almost so good that it makes your eyes bleed with envy…”

“If mother hadn’t driven them away, all the money those two dead girls are making now would be ours. We’d have as much money as we wanted and wouldn’t have to eat stead cornbread and pickles here.”

The main thing is, they could wear as many beautiful clothes as they wanted, even better than what Zhuang Qingning wears and more attractive than the hair ribbon Zhuang QingSui ties on top of her head.

When Zhuang Qinghe thought about the fact that those things, which should have been hers, were being enjoyed by Zhuang Qingning and Zhuang Qingsui, those two dead girls, she was extrely angry.

She almost wanted to snap the chopsticks in her hand in half.

Why bring up this topic now?

Mrs. Song worriedly glanced at Zhuang Ruman and indeed saw his gloomy expression, imdiately making her shrink her neck.

They were initially waiting for those two dead girls to return ho eventually, after failing to secure any land or money. When they could no longer afford als, they’d have no choice but to co back ho.

But despite waiting so long, the two never returned. Instead, they saw Zhuang Qingning and Zhuang Qingsui rent Mrs. Wen’s tofu shop and sell tofu in town every day, and their business had beco increasingly successful.

Watching the two, whose life seed to be getting better and better, was totally unexpected. Zhuang Ruman and Mrs. Song were incredibly anxious.

If this continues, those two dead girls will certainly not co back.

Because of this matter, Zhuang Ruman held a grudge for a long ti, and he found Mrs. Song increasingly annoying. He scolded her a few tis for no apparent reason.

Mrs. Song had been sweet-talking him, trying to calm him down. Finally, Zhuang Ruman looked a bit less angry these two days, but Zhuang Qinghe brought up the topic again now.

Does she want Zhuang Ruman to be more angry?

“Just eat your al quietly, why say so much?” Mrs. Song felt Zhuang Qinghe was being quite flippant, just causing trouble. She scolded her: “Just hurry up and eat! If you’re not eating, then don’t eat! No one is going to care about you!”

Ultimately, this al – take it or leave it.

While father has beco increasingly harsh on her, mother too seems to care less and less about her now.

Zhuang Qinghe wiped away a large tear.

Zhuang Yuanzhong, sitting to the side, was tearing off chunks of sweet potato bun and chewing them slowly, his brows furrowed.

a black noodle stead bun is of course, not as tasty as the stead bun made from white flour.

If things continue this way, he would indeed need to think of a solution.

Zhuang Yuanzhong blinked: “Sister, the family is tight on resources right now. Could you be a bit more patient? Once our days get better, will mummy and daddy still mistreat us?”

“Look, even Yuanzhong, at his age, is more sensible than you, his older sister!” Zhuang Ruman barked.

Zhuang Yuanzhong shrugged: “Dad, don’t bla sister. She is a girl, and seeing others so talented, earning money and being able to work, she just feels a bit inferior…”

“Does she feel sha now?” Zhuang Ruman sneered.

With her stupidity matching that of Mrs. Song and her idle attitude, it would be strange if she knew how to strive for progress.

But when compared, it is indeed true.

If soone else’s daughters are able to earn so much, and live a wealthy and prosperous life, why does his daughter achieve nothing?

Zhuang Ruman grew increasingly displeased with Zhuang Qinghe as he stared at her: “After eating, hurry up and go do so chores. If you dare to slack off again, don’t eat anymore!”

Zhuang Qinghe couldn’t help but shrink her neck.

While Mrs. Song might spoil her, Zhuang Ruman was stern. If he threatened not to feed her, he would indeed it.

Zhuang Qinghe sobbed and gave a little nod, then she continued to eat the distasteful black noodle stead bun, and the throat-irritating cornal porridge.

Zhuang Yuanzhong smirked a little.

With Zhuang Ruman’s gaze fixated on Zhuang Qinghe, he paid less attention to him, giving him a chance to slack off a bit while working.

This house is not his alone, Zhuang Yuanren is not his only older brother, who knows what the future holds? He can’t possibly shoulder all the responsibilities alone, right?

Sharing the workload seems fair, especially since he’s just a child!

Zhuang Yuanzhong slurped down his al of cornal mush with delight, as if it were a delicious bowl of white rice porridge.

Sons really are the best.

Zhuang Ruman sighed in his heart, shooting another discontented glance at Zhuang Qinghe and also hit Mrs. Song as collateral.

Those two were absolutely useless, just looking at them was annoying!

Zhuang Ruman’s was upset, having lost appetite to eat. This sweet potato bread was indeed a bit hard to swallow, so he casually ate a couple of bites, wiped his mouth and went into the house.

Seeing Zhuang Ruman upset, Mrs. Song felt her heart skip a beat, looking anxiously into the house without daring to follow him in and placate him.

All she could do was quietly finish eating her own al, then clean up the bowl and chopsticks.

After tidying up everything, she didn’t dare to call for Zhuang Ruman, so she just took Zhuang Qinghe and Zhuang Yuanzhong off to the fields to do farm work.

On their way to the fields, she deliberately made a detour and stopped by Mrs. Wen’s house.

At the mont, Mrs. Wen’s courtyard is very quiet, except for her tidying up the courtyard while feeding the chickens.

She was feeding them cornal mush.

Mrs. Song felt a pang of pain in her heart when she saw it.

Mrs. Wen was so extravagant because Zhuang Qingning’s tofu business was doing well, providing her with a generous rent.

Just as she was thinking, a loud sales voice ca from the side.

“Fresh tofu, hot tofu…”

It was Zhuang Yonghe’s voice.

These days, from the break of dawn, Zhuang Yonghe’s cries for selling tofu echo throughout the village, and with the ups and downs of his voice, various households would co out with copper coins to buy tofu.

It seed like they were buying a fair amount, by jin or two.

Not long after, while she was working in the field, she saw Zhuang Yonghe happily returning to the village with an empty basket and a shoulder pole, his tofu sold out completely.

Zhuang Yonghe’s involvent in tofu selling must an he was making money, and judging by the look of things, it seed to be quite a lot.

Those two ungrateful girls. She had no clue how much money they were making behind her back.

If those two had not run away from ho before, all the money they made would have ended up in her own hands. Would their ho still be as financially strained as it is now? They certainly would have been living a life of luxury, not even worried about Zhuang Yuanren’s school fees or examination preparation expenses.

Watching their cash cow flaunting in public, while others were able to easily grab a handful of golden leaves, all she could do was stare in disappointnt. This made Mrs. Song’s heartache even worse.

Those two ungrateful girls!

Mrs. Song cursed a couple more tis.

How nice would it have been if they had just stayed at ho, helping her earn money and doing their chores properly. Instead, they caused a ruckus that now constantly led to Zhuang Ruman’s complaints.