They were not afraid, and said in a strange tone: "Hey, isn't this Madam Zhao who suddenly became rich in our village?"
"Don't say that, be careful if she blows the wind on your pillow, the village chief will come to your house to find you."
"My family has nothing, and I haven't done anything bad, but I'm not afraid of the village chief coming to visit."
"If the village chief doesn't come to look for you, he can look for Mrs. Zhao and give her some money. The family has rice, a house and money. Mrs. Zhao's life is much more comfortable than ours."
"The reason why our life is more comfortable than ours is that we have to wash clothes by ourselves. Why don't we have the ability to ask the village chief to take her home?"
"The village chief's wife still has the village chief's wife to take care of. Wouldn't it be more comfortable to build a house by myself? It's just that I can't get on the stage!"
"Hehehehe..."
Hearing this, several women laughed together.
Zhao Cuihua clenched her hands in anger when she heard these words that she did not shy away from: "Where did you hear that? My money was earned by Si Ya in the town. There is nothing between me and the village chief."
"It's so easy to make money in this town? Can you go back once and buy land, build a house, and buy meat and rice?"
The few people obviously didn't believe it. They snorted coldly and walked back to the village holding the basin in their hands. They could still hear their voices coming from far away: "Did you hear that? Everyone in the village knows what they are doing." , I didn’t even think of a reason.”
The four words "everyone knows" were like a stone, hitting Zhao Cuihua's heart that had been filled with joy for so many days.
I really wanted to calm down and wash the clothes, but looking at my reflection in the river, the words and sarcastic expressions of those people just now were still vivid in my mind. Zhao Cuihua thought about it, her eyes felt sore, and tears fell uncontrollably. , flowing into the river...
Yan Qingyao waited at home for a long time, watching the oil in the fuel lamp gradually decrease, and then she felt something was wrong.
When going out with a fuel lamp, Yan Qingyao did not forget to look left and right, for fear of missing her on the roadside. Fortunately, everyone in the village went to bed early, and if someone really walked by, they could tell it at a glance.
After walking to the river, Yan Qingyao found Zhao Cuihua. She had already started to twist her clothes.
"Mom." Yan Qingyao shouted.
Zhao Cuihua subconsciously turned her head and glanced at her: "Hey!"
He raised his head and suddenly remembered something. He immediately turned his head to the river, lowered his head and wrung out the clothes in his hands, and then put them into the basin.
Although it was dark night, the moon outside was very bright, and she brought a fuel lamp when she went out. Even with just one glance, she saw Zhao Cuihua's red and swollen eyes and his obviously hoarse voice.
"What's wrong? What happened?" Yan Qingyao walked over, took the clothes in her hand, changed the kerosene lamp and put it in her hand.
Zhao Cuihua dodged her eyes and moved away: "No...it's nothing."
Speaking of this, she couldn't help but want to cry again. She even felt that it was okay to slander herself, and she also slandered the village chief. Should she change her village life with Yaoyao?
But the land and the house were all bought with her own money. Yaoyao also said that she bought a lot of good food in the town, had enough food and clothing every day, and was about to live a good life...
"What happened? Is someone bullying you in this village?" Yan Qingyao's eyes showed a sharp look: "Mom, if you don't tell me, if they dare to bully you, they will bully me too."
When Zhao Cuihua said this, she thought about how Si Ya might be insulted like her in the future. With a sad face, she pursed her lips and described what had just happened as friendly as possible.
After finishing speaking, he also said: "They don't know why. It's normal to have such speculation. It's because we didn't make it clear to them first that we made money."
Hearing this, Yan Qingyao sneered: "It's our business to make money. Aren't they just trying to make sour grapes by spreading rumors like this?"
"What are grapes?" Zhao Cuihua looked confused, but she was a little relieved to see that Yaoyao didn't cry like her. If she heard these words later, it shouldn't hurt her.
"It's nothing." Yan Qingyao pursed her lips with a guilty conscience. There should be grapes in this era, but ordinary people who can afford them must have never heard of them.
"It's okay, mother, don't cry. They will apologize to us sooner or later."
As a mother, Zhao Cuihua also wanted to be comforted by her daughter. She couldn't help feeling shy and raised her arms to cover her face: "I was just thinking that we were leaving the village and felt a little sad, so I couldn't help it..."
"It's us who are being spread rumors. If we leave the village, won't we give them more room to develop? For example, we were kicked out by the village chief's wife? Or maybe we finally left because we finally realized how to save our face?"
"Since they like to talk, I will let them talk as much as they want."
Yan Qingyao thought with her toes and knew that the facts conveyed by Zhao Cuihua must be much more tactful than the facts experienced, otherwise why would her eyes be so red.
Zhao Cuihua calmed down and thought for a while, and felt that what Yan Qingyao said made sense. She had finally come through hard times in the village, and she would be criticized for staying and for leaving. She might as well stay.
"It's just... Qingyao, you and mother have suffered."
"It's not bitter." Yan Qingyao shook her head. She already had plans for what she would do in the future. She was indeed not bitter. It wasn't that she was broad-minded and wanted to save all sentient beings, but that she never endured hardship.
The two of them returned home. Yan Qingyao held up a coal lamp so that Zhao Cuihua could dry the clothes. Suddenly she remembered and asked immediately: "By the way, mother, can you make clothes?"
Zhao Cuihua glanced at her: "Which piece of clothing on your body was not sewn for you by your mother?"
Yan Qingyao smiled coquettishly, knowing that when she saw an aunt or uncle with whom she had some interaction, a memory would automatically be transferred to her mind when she was walking on the road. Only when she faced her mother, she had no memory at all.
"I plan to buy some cloth. When mother has time, she will make some new clothes for us."
"Then you still have to buy needle and thread." Zhao Cuihua reminded her, then paused: "Do you still have money on you? I have all the copper coins for seafood these days. Can I give you some more?"
Yan Qingyao shook her head: "No, I still have it. If it's gone, it's not too late to ask mother for it."
Hearing what she said, Zhao Cuihua's worried heart was relieved. She wanted to remind her to spend less, but when she thought that it was all the money she earned, she let her go.
She was originally determined to take the only two taels of silver in the family to rent land, but she didn't expect to buy a piece of land and build a house. Excluding the eighty taels for building the house, she gradually saved more than four taels in her hand. .
Yaoyao can buy whatever she wants. If it’s not enough, she still has some.
Early the next morning, Yan Qingyao finished her seafood business at home. While Zhao Cuihua was busy in the kitchen, she occasionally took a look at the house that was about to be completed...
