Sister-in-law from a poor family

Chapter 9 A poor family feeds the emperor?
Hearing the muffled um, Qin Mianmian began to have doubts.

Does everyone have some misunderstanding about Jing Bo? Is it just because he talks little and doesn't like to communicate with others, so they think he is stupid.

Help chop wood, cut vines, and carry fragrance on your back.
These things don't look like something a fool would do.

Full of doubts in their hearts, the three of them followed the downhill path and climbed up again.

When going uphill, Qin Mianmian was a little lucky. She was only thinking about saving people, and she ignored how difficult the uphill road was.

It was a bit difficult for her to climb up by herself. She could climb up if she carried Fangfang on her back, but the process would definitely be difficult.

Look at how easily Fu Jingbo carried Fangfang on his back. One hand held Fangfang to prevent her from falling, and the other hand climbed up a few shrubs to use his strength to climb up.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, with such neat movements, Qin Mianmian would not doubt that he possesses martial arts skills.

After returning to Pinglu, Fu Jingbo actually handed Fangfang over to Qin Mianmian.

He took his knife and basket and went to pick firewood.

That basket originally belonged to Xiao Huzi, and was given to Fangfang to carry on her back to pull pigweed.

The child's backpack looked small in Qin Mianmian's hands, and even smaller in Fu Jingbo's hands.

It was like he had a backpack toy.

Qin Mianmian was in a trance when she saw him holding the small backpack, and actually wanted to see what the tall Fu Jingbo would look like with such a backpack on his back.

But unfortunately, Fu Jingbo did not carry it on his back, but hung it on the firewood.

It doesn't get dark too early in June, even so it was still dark by the time they got home.

There was no way, Qin Mianmian was very thin, and she only ate a bowl of noodles and was busy on the mountain for most of the day.

I was already tired and had to carry Fangfang on my back, so the speed was naturally much slower.

Fu Jingbo always followed her pace. Even if she walked behind her just a little faster than a snail crawling on the ground, he didn't rush her. He always followed her with firewood.

Qin Mianmian went to the mountain to help Chen, who was already anxious, but after not seeing her little daughter all afternoon, she became even more anxious.

When they arrived home, Fu Chen was holding a torch and preparing to go out to find Fangfang again. She was stunned when she saw the three of them coming back together.

"Mom, go prepare two cold handkerchiefs. Fangfang's foot is sprained." Qin Mianmian saw that she was in a daze again and called her directly.

"Is your foot twisted? I asked you why I haven't seen anyone all afternoon. Why is it twisted? Does it hurt?" As soon as she started to speak, Fu Chen's tears started to fall down.

Being so tearful, Qin Mianmian really doesn't know how she has been able to support this family by herself all these years.

It just happened to be a man who didn't care about anything.

Hey, this is a really hard life for Mrs. Chen.

After lowering her brows and carrying Fangfang into the house, Qin Mianmian looked back at Fu Jingbo.

The man seemed to have nothing to do after putting down the firewood. He sat there alone, looking very worried.

If it weren't for the blankness in those clear and stupid eyes, Qin Mianmian would really wonder if he was pretending to be stupid.

"Mom, it hurts so much." Fangfang burst into tears when she saw Mrs. Fu Chen coming in with a basin of cold water.

Fu Chen quickly comforted her when she saw this. While working with Qin Mianmian to help her apply cold compresses, she asked her what she was going to do up the mountain today.

Suddenly there were voices in the originally quiet room.

Qin Mianmian also heard the system voice in her ears [The host helps the patient with pain relief and treatment of injuries, merit points +1]

Great, the points have increased again. Qin Mianmian couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.

The room was filled with various sounds and it was very lively.

At this moment, a cough came from another room, and Fu Chen and Fangfang's voices stopped immediately.The mother and daughter looked at each other, and then their voices were reduced several times when they spoke.

Qin Mianmian frowned and glanced at the room over there impatiently.

Why can a man who does nothing and only knows how to sit at home every day, still have such majesty, and can silence his wife and daughter with just a dry cough.

"Fangfang, are you hungry? Mom, is there anything to eat at home?" She asked in a rebellious manner, raising her voice deliberately.

Mrs. Fu Chen was startled by her half-shouted question and quickly stood up and hissed at her.

"Keep your voice down, your father is already asleep, don't disturb him." She explained in a low voice.

"Sleeping? When did he not sleep?" Qin Mianmian curled her lips, very unconvinced.

This person didn't come out of the room when she went out, and fell asleep again just after dark.

Why, he was sewn together with the bed and couldn't get off at all.

"You can't hear anything when you're asleep. Is there anything to eat? Mom, we're all hungry." She didn't listen at all and deliberately raised the volume even higher.

Seriously, if she hadn't been hungry and tired, she would have given that unreliable cheap father-in-law the entire soprano.

Look at this house. It is dilapidated and rickety, looking like it will collapse at any moment.

There are still foreign debts owed outside.

I also have a son who is not normal down there, and a young daughter to raise.
How can such a family afford to support an idle person who does nothing?

She could help Fu Chen repay the money that bought her, but then, if the family didn't make changes, it would only be a matter of time before the family fell into debt again.

"Oh, my daughter-in-law, please stop shouting. There is food left for you in the kitchen. I will bring it to you right now."

Mrs. Fu Chen thought she was upset because she was hungry, so she shouted so loudly and said quickly.

Qin Mianmian raised her eyebrows without comment.

After following Mrs. Fu Chen to the kitchen to serve the food, she deliberately shouted: "Fangfang, Jingbo, come and eat."

Pay Chen:
This girl is so thin and frail, how could she have such a loud voice?

"Eat quickly, let's all eat." She subconsciously looked back at her room. Seeing that the door was closed, she persuaded Qin Mianmian to eat quickly.

The only white flour at home had been made into noodles for Qin Mianmian, and the rice served now was obviously much rougher.

A plate of bitter gourd, a plate of unknown wild vegetables, plus three steamed buns and three bowls of porridge with not a few grains of rice visible.

In Qin Mianmian's opinion, this gruel is not porridge, it can at best be called rice soup.

Look, what kind of life has it been like, and he actually treats a lazy man as an emperor.

Seeing Mrs. Chen's lowered eyebrows and submissive eyes as she tried to block her mouth, Qin Mianmian really didn't want to talk to her.

However, she still wanted to work hard for her own merit points.

"Mom, are you hungry? Why don't we wake him up and eat something too." She shouted again deliberately.

Mrs. Fu Chen frowned tightly, trying to persuade her but not being able to do so. She was really in a dilemma.

At this moment, the door that had been closed was finally opened.

What followed was the same dull dry cough as before.

Oh, he arrived before anyone else, and a lazy man showed off his dignity.

Qin Mianmian took a bite of the hard steamed bun and twitched the corner of her mouth with disgust.

(End of this chapter)