Transmigration: The Evil Mother-In-Law Is Actually Innocent! Chapter 60 - 60 60 Opportunity1

60: Chapter 60 Opportunity_1 60: Chapter 60 Opportunity_1 Old Wang Fourth only rembered his need to apologize, his face instantly flushing red as he stamred, “Auntie, the family has been really busy lately.”

Zhulan eyed the two large jars, which contained freshly pickled spicy cabbage.

Observing the father and daughter, it was clear Old Wang Fourth had made it himself, which made her wonder—Mada Wang not creating a scene at the temple was scientifically improbable!

Wang Ru’s heart tightened.

She hadn’t wanted to co to the Zhou family to borrow a cart.

It was just that they were short on cash; the money to buy ingredients this ti ca from selling her mother’s last pair of silver earrings.

She admitted they were here to take advantage of the situation, “Grandma Zhou, my grandmother won’t let our family sit at the table for als.

My mother needs nourishnt as she’s carrying my brother, and we need to eat and drink as well.

These past days, we’ve been relying on my mother’s dowry jewelry.

We really had no other choice.

Dad wanted to co and apologize too, but he felt bad about coming empty-handed.

He’s always had it on his mind.”

Old Wang Fourth, realizing his daughter had a quick mind, nodded repeatedly, “Auntie, our family really had no other choice.

The whole family is waiting for food.”

Zhulan was truly reluctant to get involved.

Wang Ru’s words sounded nice, yet it was obvious she knew Mada Wang wouldn’t dare cause trouble.

Zhulan hated being used.

Just as she was about to refuse, Zhou Shuren intervened, “We’re all from the sa village.

Forget about the apology, co on and hurry up!”

Zhulan turned back, not understanding Zhou Shuren’s move but he reassured her with a pat on her hand.

Zhulan remained silent, after all, as she got to know him more, she understood that the only thing Zhou Shuren knew how to calculate were his own sches to trap people.

Old Wang Fourth sighed in relief, quickly loading the jars into the cart before lifting his daughter aboard, “Thank you, uncle and aunt.”

Zhou Shuren signaled the eldest to drive the ox cart, which slowly ambled out of the village.

With the road empty, Zhou Shuren casually asked, “Old Fourth, your mother didn’t stop you?”

Old Wang Fourth’s face darkened as he couldn’t hold back his grievance, “Uncle, my mother doesn’t treat like her son.

She won’t even give us grain when my wife is pregnant.

She wants to starve our whole family.

We managed to survive, and our hopes are in those two jars.

My mother, leading the whole family, wanted to smash the jars to force us to reveal the recipe.

She’s counting on the fact that we don’t have a single coin.

Without the recipe, we can’t even leave the house.

How can she be so heartless?”

Zhulan’s ears perked up, surprised.

Mada Wang’s intelligence had soared—a series of forced moves pushing one into a desperate situation.

This move was clever!

Zhou Shuren glanced at Wang Ru, who was looking down, “Did you give the recipe away?”

Old Wang Fourth’s lips were not as sealed, “In any case—”

But he was cut off imdiately by Wang Ru, who, with eyes reddened, interjected, “My dad had no choice—the family is waiting to eat.

Dad said that in the future, everyone will do their own business.”

Once she had silver in hand, she would definitely leave the family.

Damn old hag.

Zhulan chuckled inwardly.

Old Wang Fourth was about to say that, anyway, the Li family already knew the recipe.

A secret between two people wasn’t a secret anymore.

As more people learned the recipe, it would soon be common knowledge and lose its value.

Wang Ru was playing a good ga.

In revenge for Lady Li discovering the recipe, she benefited the Wang family enough to keep them from bothering Old Wang Fourth’s family, all the while—Zhulan narrowed her eyes—Wang Ru planned to first sell the recipe for a sum of money, since it would inevitably beco common knowledge.

Better to let her own family reap the maximum benefit.

This girl was ruthless.

Zhulan and Zhou Shuren exchanged looks, both arriving at the sa conclusion and growing increasingly wary.

Seeing that no one else was speaking, Wang Ru lowered her head, the corners of her mouth turning up.

She had heard the Li family made a lot of the spicy cabbage, thinking to exploit her recipe to make a fortune.

Dream on, she was the only one who would make big money.

Zhulan, wary of Wang Ru and leaning on Zhou Shuren, thought about sothing she rembered from a novel.

At the beginning, Wang Ru didn’t realize Xue Han was the protagonist because she had seen many novels.

With novels spanning so many years, especially the early farming stories, later ones tended to have similar plots, and many characters and incidents beca blurred.

Human mory was prone to forgetting, and Xue Han’s na was not unusual.

Wang Ru hadn’t thought of transmigration novels, only of transmigration fantasy.

Zhulan recalled carefully the mont Wang Ru would realize Xue Han was the protagonist—it would be after the first heavy snowfall of the year.