The Lady’s Sickly Husband

"You didn't steal? Then I ask you, what on earth did you eat that night that made you so uncomfortable?"

Sister Zhao was just to answer, Zhao Ergou shouted like a rogue, "What did we eat? Of course we ate your tofu!"

Then sister Zhao realized that they shouldn't say that they ate the beef.

The beef they ate was sent here by the people who had bought tofu from Mo Qianxue. Sister Fang and sister Guihua were witnesses. Naturally, they couldn't say they had eaten the beef.

Pork was expensive, and beef was even more expensive. The four kilograms of beef cost several hundred cents. In addition, they also stole the nutritious medical herbs, which made the beef further dearer. If this was known to others, they would become proven thefts.

Zhao Ergou was a rogue and calculative person who even had thought through the next step, so as he shouted he kept giving looks to his wife in case that the stupid woman might ruin his plan.

The two were the same kind of disgusting people, no wonder they made a couple. Receiving her husband's looks, sister Zhao at once became aware and her eyes were full of greed.

They would get the recipe of tofu immediately!

After such a scene, Mrs. Ning would sure to compromise for fear that no one would buy her tofu again. Not only did she have to make up for the them, probably she would also give them the recipe too.

Sister Zhao blinked to conceal her complacent in her mind, pointing at Mo Qianxue and starting a new round of accusation and crying, "Yes. What we ate was your tofu. You black-hearted woman! You'll have your karma…"

Hearing she was befouling tofu, Mo Qianxue got more irritated. If there was rumors about her tofu, then who would dare to eat her tofu in the future or exchange it with beans?

In these days, beans came to the door constantly, which saved great of her energy.

With fresh and delicious food which didn't require money, many aunts and sisters had come to exchange with beans, so that they had a new dish to treat guests or reward their children. What a fair deal!

Some clever women traded more to send back to their maternal families in other villages, so many people in neighbor villages also knew that there was tofu in the village of Wang clan. Yesterday she heard Ning Shaoqing mentioned that there were people from another village coming here to exchange tofu with beans.

In these days, beans had been consumed in great quantity, but the bean stock didn't reduce but increase.

This woman wanted to destroy her business? Asking for death!

She must handle this battle as quick as possible because she need time to polish the sculpture. How could she waste time in losing face with the creep couple?

Mo Qianxue streamlined everything in her mind and sneered, facing the villagers, "Dear fellows. This incident stakes high in the fate of our village and I suppose it can't be made clear for a few words, so please help me to invite village head and elders here. Today, I must have a good talk with the couple." When the village head and elders arrived, she would carry out her plan.

To invite village head and elders? Zhao Ergou's eyes almost popped out. Was the woman stupid?

Alright. He had planned to extort some money and the recipe, but now since the stupid woman wanted it to go wilder, then don't blame them for being relentless. Now they just worked harder to complete the play. The disgusting couple looked at each other, then…

Sister Zhao suddenly cover her belly with her hands, crying, "Oh dear heaven, my belly…why my belly aches again…"

Zhao Ergou quickly came forward, pretending to be caring, "My wife, what's wrong with you? You evil woman, what did you put in tofu? Ah…my belly aches too…"

"My husband, are you okay…"

"…"

The two played harder. Sister Zhao looked like she had eaten some super-poisonous drug and became dying, lying on the ground and rolling about while snorting.

The villagers looked at one another, and no one wanted to find himself any troubles, but a young man stood out from the crowd, volunteering to help Mo Qianxue invite village head.

Mo Qianxue had some impression of this young man. He was Wang Tianxue, the eldest son of elder Wangsan. Last time when she intended to dig tree root, he had dissuaded her in good intention. He seemed a nice guy, so she remembered him.

During the time when Wang Tiansong went to invite village head, Mo Qianxue stepped back and whispered to sister Fang.

Sister Fang displayed a sorrowful face, but after listening to the words, her expression changed at once and looked pitiful at sister Zhao who was rolling about and crying on the ground. Then she retreated quietly.

Mo Qianxue watched the two-acting people with cold eyes. She wasn't angry but laughed and let sister Guihua take out a few chairs for village head and elders. She wouldn't let the two creeps coming into the rooms.

After the chairs were taken out, Mo Qianxue chose one and comfortably sat on it in the surprising looks of the watchers.

Watching a play standing would be too tiring. It would be better if there was a cup of tea.

In a while, the village head and elders showed up. Instantly, the couple got high as if on drugs, the former weak snorting momentarily increasing by twenty decibels.

Seeing the savors were here, Zhao Ergou 'struggled' to rise onto his feet to welcome village head and elders.

Although he stood up, his legs were shaking, as if he would fall down at any time.

What an actor! Mo Qianxue cursed him in secrecy. She greeted village head and elders and then retreated to one side, continuing watching the play with cold eyes.

The village head turned away to avoid Zhao Ergou's reaching hand, like he feared to touch some kind of stinky shit, and then turned to sit on the chair that had been prepared for them.

"Zhao Ergou, what happened? Talk normally."

"Head, please help us…"

Zhao Ergou and sister Zhao jointly finished the story accompanied by intermittent crying and blaming. They looked sadder than when their parents died.

"Alright, alright. I'm clear. Discipline yourselves and stop making a scene. Stand there and let head talk." Seeing village head's expression getting worse and worse, elder Zhaoer scolded in a low voice.

The two creeps shut up complacently.

The village head remained silent for a while, giving the yard a moment of quiet. Then he looked to Mo Qianxue and asked, "Mrs. Ning, is it true?"

Before Mo Qianxue replied, sister Zhao shouted, "Of course it's true. Could I lie to you uncle?"

"I didn't ask you…"

"Hiss…" When they heard sounds of horse steps, the order stopping the horse also sent over and halted the village head's scolding.

At this time, it should be the carriage of Baiyunju.