After one night, she might have really figured it out, but she was still as lively as if the episode yesterday had never happened.
Yan Qingyao went out. According to her description, those aunts yesterday should be Aunt Wu and the others who loved spreading rumors in the village.
Aunt Wu and her family, a dozen or so people, all live in the same courtyard. The family has three sons and two daughters.
The daughters rarely returned home after they got married, leaving three sons with no money to separate the family, so the whole family had to live together.
The several married sisters-in-law and younger sisters are all striving for the limelight, and their comments to each other every day make the family uneasy.
But once such rumors are spread by others, they can quickly stand on the same front, not hindering their friendship, and making gossips about other people's affairs.
Yan Qingyao was not passing by in the first place, but came here specially, and was stopped by Aunt Wu.
As soon as she stood at the door of her house, the remaining brothers and sisters immediately ran over, and Aunt Wu's neighbor who usually liked to watch the fun with them also came over.
"Siya, how are you doing?"
Yan Qingyao nodded and smiled very happily: "The house is almost finished. The rice has sprouted in the past few days. The harvest should be good by then."
Seeing her happy and innocent look, Aunt Wu and others felt uncomfortable.
"Take a look." Aunt Wu looked at her siblings and neighbors, but her words were obviously not meant for them: "Siya, this child has suffered so much for so long, and finally has a good life, with a new house and Eat the new rice."
"Then give her a new father?"
"Hahahaha..." Everyone burst into laughter, as if they already had a picture in their minds. Their covered faces turned a little red, and they even looked at Yan Qingyao with a look that was not serious.
Yan Qingyao blinked her eyes and looked clueless: "Aunt Wu, what are you talking about? Where did the new father come from?"
"What do you think of the village chief?"
"The village chief is naturally a good person. He is the head of the village. We all respect him."
"Then if you saw him on your mother's bed, would you still respect him? Do you like him?"
Yan Qingyao's eyes turned cold. She didn't expect to hear such vulgar language from these people. It was enough to remind her of how much grievance her mother had endured last night.
Her voice was soft and tender. Even if she deliberately lowered her voice, it could not be offensive at all: "You can't slander my mother and the village chief like this."
"Yes!" Aunt Wu came out to be a good person and stretched out her hand to pat the neighbor: "What are you saying in front of a child!"
"But..." She changed the topic: "How much did the village chief give you for this house?"
"Kid, don't lie. The whole village knows about your mother and the village chief, and they all feel sorry for her. It's not easy for a widow to drag you up. If the village chief's wife hadn't been there, your mother and the village chief would have had a good relationship. Marriage.”
As she spoke, even she herself did not believe the truth of what she said, and her voice was full of chuckles.
If you say a few more words to coax the child, she will laugh.
Yan Qingyao said bluntly: "I earned the money to build the house and buy the land in the town. The village chief and his wife are good people, and my mother is also very innocent."
"Yeah, I've even made up the reasons a long time ago."
"Just say that she is a child who doesn't understand anything, and you still have to call her to ask. How can something that everyone in the village knows be false?"
"I know, if this child is also a master with many thoughts, how come there is no such a thoughtful girl?"
Several people gathered around her and said a few sarcastic words, but they were not interested and started to burn.
The words he spoke fell into Yan Qingyao's ears clearly and clearly.
Originally, they didn't want to go behind Yan Qingyao's back. They just wanted her to see what kind of person her mother was, and by the way, they felt that she was not a child to be afraid of.
"Yao Yao." After everyone dispersed, Zhao Cuihua slowly walked out from the trunk of the big tree behind her.
Yan Qingyao turned around and saw that her face, which was yellow from work, was a little pale. Apparently she heard some words.
"Mom..." Before she could say anything, she was hugged by Zhao Cuihua. Her body was shaking a little. She wanted to say something, but then she realized that this was Chen Ping's house. If they saw her, they would have to come up and chat.
Zhao Cuihua held Yan Qingyao's hand and walked home as if she were fleeing: "You..."
On the way, she seemed hesitant to speak. After thinking about it, she was still too weak. There were so many people in the village. How could she explain one by one, and no one else would listen to her explanation.
"Why don't we change the village!" She didn't mind if she was criticized, and all four of her were also criticized. She felt a little guilty on her face: "What Aunt Wu said just now was a joke, don't take it to heart, but If you stay in the village, you will always be wronged..."
As she spoke, the new house fell into her eyes, and Zhao Cuihua took a reluctant look at it.
Yan Qingyao also followed her gaze, thought about what she had just said, and then looked down at her hand holding hers. Something seemed to be melting in her heart. If the world looks down on women so much, why would she still treat her like this? Is her daughter so good?
"Mom." Yan Qingyao shook her head: "I didn't take what they said seriously. We are in the clear. Why did we leave the village?"
Zhao Cuihua smiled bitterly. She was right to say that, but she could only comfort herself, not others.
It was like she had figured it out when she woke up, but when she heard it just now, she still felt aggrieved and sour.
"They said let it go. They said you only have a child. If you get married and start a family in the future, these gossips will follow you all the time..."
"Then what if third brother comes back one day and we are not here?" Yan Qingyao hit the nail on the head, and Zhao Cuihua suddenly became entangled.
Seeing her struggle, Yan Qingyao immediately smiled: "Mom, I'm fine, don't think about it."
After lunch, Yan Qingyao looked at the house that could be completed in one afternoon, smiled happily, and immediately made a decision: "Mom, our house is ready, let's set up a few tables and invite the whole village to eat!"
Zhao Cuihua was so shocked by these words that she didn't want to refuse them directly, but she couldn't say anything to Yan Qingyao. She was a child at heart. As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around and told the workers at home. The villagers passing by also said it, letting the villagers spread the word by word of mouth. Going to her house for dinner in the evening.
Within half an hour, the whole village knew that her house was built and she was going to treat the whole village to a meal.
This should have been a happy event, but Zhao Cuihua has been troubled by the rumors in the past two days. Thinking about it, she knew that the villagers would not say anything in front of the village chief when they came, so there must be something on their mind.
