When Widow Li was sent home, her image in Meng Chongxi's heart was already that of gentle, kind, loyal, loyal, hard-working and able to endure hardships. She was simply the ideal perfect wife.
Thinking of Mrs. Zhang at home who showed off her face, beat him, and kicked him out of bed, she felt more and more uncomfortable.
After all, he, Meng Chongxi, was a scholar, so it was a real loss for him to marry a shrew like Mrs. Zhang.
Widow Li gently handed him tea and cakes, urging him to leave quickly to avoid unnecessary trouble and bad reputation for them. He also said that he would send the thank you items to the entrance of the village tomorrow and hoped that he would come and pick them up.
Meng Chongxi thought it was a dream the whole time. Anyway, after returning home, he didn't like anything about Mrs. Zhang and almost made a show of his face. But when he saw Qian Yan coming out of the house like a ghost, he suddenly withered.
This is obviously his home, but he is living in such a miserable state.
Even Widow Li, an outsider, treated him better than Mrs. Zhang.
The more Meng Chongxi thought about it, the angrier he became and even made himself sick. Early the next morning, I felt uncomfortable all over, but thinking that Widow Li was going to give him something to thank him, I went out regardless of my health.
"Dad, you don't want to work?"
"I won't be eating at home today." Meng Chongxi waved his hand and said, not daring to say harsh words. This money-loser was very powerful and he couldn't afford to offend him.
No one in the village was on his side, and she actually paid off all the village's debts, leaving him with not a penny of the money she borrowed. Now the people in the village have a good impression of her.
Last time, the village chief's son went into the mountains and didn't come back for a long time. Knowing that she was powerful, he came to her and asked for help. She actually brought him back. The village chief's son only suffered some external injuries.
Gradually, the villagers actually asked her to go into the mountains with her, and they showed respect to her, which made him feel uncomfortable all over.
The people in the village looked at him more and more strangely, as if he had done something heinous.
Meng Chongxi was angry, but it disappeared immediately when he met Widow Li.
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"Mom, have you ever thought about making peace?"
Mrs. Zhang was stunned for a moment, and then said: "You are already old, why are you still trying to reconcile?"
"What if dad wants to? Or does he want to divorce you?"
Zhang's face showed sadness, but at these times she also wanted to understand: "Didn't Yan'er say before that she would move to another place? If Yan'er doesn't dislike mother, mother will follow you."
"So, mother is not afraid of reconciliation?"
Mrs. Zhang actually laughed at this moment: "I have already beaten your father, what else do you have to be afraid of?"
The moment she beat Meng Chongxi to tears, she was no longer the original Mrs. Zhang.
"That's good."
Qian Yan's eyes fell on Xu Yunniang who was picking vegetables: "Sister-in-law, where are you?" Seeing Xu Yunniang stunned for a moment, Qian Yan added, "Make peace with Meng Wen'ang and follow me."
Xu Yunniang breathed a sigh of relief: "That's no problem."
She was afraid that once they divorced, the relationship would be broken.
It would be wonderful to live with my sister-in-law. man? She doesn't need a man.
After knowing the attitude of the two, Qian Yan was relieved to do this. It shouldn't take long.
In addition to doing some work at home, she also had to teach Yanhuai in the morning.
In the past few days, she found that Yan Huai was in a bad mood, but it did not affect his study. On the contrary, he studied harder, and there was a determination on his face that he was determined to win.
Qianyan rented a bullock cart from the village. She calculated that Yanhuai would have almost enough paper and planned to buy some more.
She explained the new content while driving.
"You've been feeling a little depressed recently. What happened?"
Yan Huai didn't expect Qian Yan to ask this, and was silent for a moment. This was his secret and scar. He didn't want to be exposed because he didn't have any fame, otherwise others would think he was seriously ill.
"I'll tell you sir when I get my fame, okay?"
Qian Yan: "Of course."
She felt that Yan Huai was a little sad, so she didn't ask any more questions and continued to talk.
