dtnovels Chapter 6 She's stupid, her relatives need two slaps.
Chapter 6 She's stupid, her relatives need two slaps.
Dan Qiyu was silent for a moment, then got up and sat on the edge of the bed, patting her head. "Qingqing, you can't let outsiders hear what you're saying. That's unfilial. If someone hears you, your reputation will be ruined, you know?"
After saying that, she looked at the two younger children and said, "You two can't let this slip outside. From now on, the four of us will depend on each other. We'll share the same fate, and we'll share the same fate. We have to work together towards the same goal, understand?"
The two younger ones didn't quite understand, but they grasped the main point—don't gossip about it—so they nodded their heads vigorously.
Meng Fuqing now believed what Shan Qiyu had said before; she could tell that Shan Qiyu was a gentle yet strong-willed person. Moreover, judging from her manner of speaking, she was clearly educated.
What a pity, she ended up with such a beast as Meng Shaoyuan.
So she obediently admitted her mistake.
In the end, Shan Qiyu didn't get to eat a single bite of the two eggs. He gave one to Meng Fuqing and cut the remaining one in half, giving one half to the two smaller children.
The two little ones ate very carefully, and after half a day, there was still half left. The egg white was almost stained black by their dirty little hands.
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Getting injured is not without its benefits.
It is common knowledge that Meng Fuqing was seriously injured, so everyone can understand and avoid having to kneel back and forth.
On the day of Meng Shaoyuan's burial, Meng Fuqing was helped along as well.
If she, as a daughter, doesn't even attend her own father's funeral, she'll definitely be talked about behind her back.
She wasn't afraid of that, but she was worried that if she went too far, someone with ulterior motives would bring up the old story again.
Mengjia Village is a small mountain village situated on higher ground, with houses scattered in a pleasing pattern. Behind it lies a large mountain, which the villagers commonly refer to as "the back mountain." The village has a total of over thirty households, with about two hundred people, of which more than twenty households belong to the Meng clan.
When Meng Shaoyuan was buried, almost every household sent one person, including the Shan family, whose members were Shan Qiyu's aunt and granddaughter.
Judging from their attire and the jewelry they wore, these two were probably there to show off.
Meng Fuqing knew that after the original owner's maternal grandfather passed away, his family and the Shan clan almost severed ties, and the reasons for this were not complicated.
The father had few siblings, only one younger brother. Back then, the father felt that his days were numbered and he was determined to plan for the future of his only daughter and child. He thought that no matter what, he had to ensure that his daughter and child had a way out.
The Great Yan Dynasty stipulated that married women could not inherit their parents' property; after their death, the younger brother's family would inherit the house and land.
As long as a will is made and the younger brother's consent is obtained, the daughter can also receive a portion of the inheritance.
After carefully arranging everything, Shanfu passed away.
Who would have thought that the family, who had made such good promises before the father's death, would change their attitude after he passed away.
They seized all the houses and land, deceiving and bluffing them into believing they were keeping them safe for Shan Qiyu.
Shan Qiyu wasn't that naive; he was determined to get back the portion of the inheritance specified in the estate, and eventually even went directly to the head of the Shan family.
Perhaps it was pre-arranged, the clan chief only said that Shan Qiyu was a married-out daughter and should consider the future of the Shan family; he said that Shan Qiyu was weak-willed and that even if she inherited the family property, Meng Shaoyuan would squander it all; he said that Shan Qiyu was shallow and only saw money and material possessions.
Shan Qiyu saw through the hypocrisy of her family and felt extremely disappointed. Even though she still had her father's will in her hand, she could not inherit the estate without her uncle's consent, so she had no choice but to leave in despair.
Meng Fuqing didn't have a deep impression of this great-aunt; the only thing that left a strong impression on the original owner was the inheritance incident.
Judging from the critical and disgusted expression and the mocking look in her eyes when this great-aunt spoke to Shan Qiyu, she must be an idiot.
A small, plain-colored linen garment slowly made its way forward along the mountain path, accompanied by the sound of hesitant sobbing.
Meng Fuqing glanced at his silly relatives, thought of his deceased father, and occasionally pretended to wipe away tears, but he was in a pretty good mood.
As if sensing Meng Fuqing's mood, the sky was starless last night, but today it is still sunny and bright—this kind of weather has lasted for more than half a year, and the mountain road is hardened by the sun, raising quite a bit of dust when you walk on it.
It's worth noting that in previous years, Qingping County would have already seen snow by the time the Double Ninth Festival passed, but this year it's unusually warm.
I wonder how long this weather will last? What will happen to the villagers if it doesn't rain or snow until the rivers at the foot of the mountain dry up?
The family was heavily in debt, and they even needed help from the villagers to eat and drink.
If this body hadn't been so badly injured and needed enough time to recover before arousing suspicion, she would have gone up the mountain long ago.
To support her family, Shan Qiyu worried about funeral arrangements during the day and stayed up late doing needlework.
If this continues, my eyes will be ruined sooner or later.
She doesn't plan to take out the supplies in her space right now; if she did, she would face an overwhelming number of problems.
Meng Fuqing was too lazy to make an excuse.
In the current situation, having superpowers is enough.
As they walked, lost in thought, a new grave appeared in the Meng clan's cemetery. Everyone knelt on the ground, and the sound of weeping grew louder.
Meng Fuqing took out a piece of linen soaked in chili water from her spatial storage and used it to fumigate the corners of her eyes, instantly turning them red.
Having finally managed to erect a tomb for Meng Shaoyuan, on the way back, Meng Fuqing heard someone whispering to her.
"Hey, you must be Meng Qingqing?"
Meng Fuqing turned her head and saw that it was her maternal great-aunt's granddaughter.
The little girl's name was Shan Man. She was also thirteen or fourteen years old, but she was fairer and more delicate, and it was obvious that she didn't do much hard work on a regular basis.
“Meng Fuqing”.
Dan Man seemed oblivious to her coldness, and approached Meng Fuqing familiarly to examine her closely: "I heard your father was cursed to death by your mother? Is that true? Why don't you seem sad at all about your father's death?"
Meng Fuqing paused, staring at her intently for a moment, "Sister Shan, you are quite pretty, but something is missing from your face."
At the age when she loves to look good, Danman felt very happy to receive a compliment. She also felt a bit more affection for her aunt's daughter. Touching her face, she asked curiously, "What's missing?"
“I deserve two slaps,” Meng Fuqing said. “It’s a pity I can’t do it in front of everyone. I can only ask my father to vent my anger when we burn paper money for him tonight.”
Dan Man was so startled that he cried out, attracting the attention of everyone around him.
Hearing the commotion, Shan Qiyu immediately came over. "Qingqing, what's wrong?"
Meng Fuqing looked obedient, but her words were meant to stir up trouble: "It's nothing, Mother. My sister from the Shan family asked me if her jewelry and rouge looked good. I said I didn't know, but she didn't believe me."
These words immediately stirred up Shan Qiyu's past, and many villagers who knew the inside story looked at the Shan family grandfather and grandson with strange eyes.
Not to mention that someone in their family just died, it's already going too far to eat meat while others are eating chaff and smack your lips in front of them. Not to mention that the meat might have been stolen from someone else's house.
"You, you're lying!" Shan Man didn't expect Meng Fuqing to blurt it out so readily, and hurriedly explained, "I just thought it was strange that you didn't seem very sad..."
Meng Fuqing glanced at her, hesitated, and finally said in a conciliatory manner, "Today is my father's funeral. Even if the Shan family's younger sister wanted to show off to me, she shouldn't have chosen this day."
As she spoke, she lowered her head and walked forward with her head down.