Actually, Qiann Yan knows that she can’t get the money back; she has other intentions.

"Then don’t get a divorce. Just hurry up and go out to work."

Jiang Lid is unwilling; he understands that Song Qianyan just wants to enslave him, how could he agree?

Jiang Lid thought and thought, finally coming up with an idea: "How about I don’t want this share at home, and I’ll live with Little Cong. Little Cong also doesn’t need to repay you the money."

Jiang Lid thought well, Song Qianyan offended the child deeply, and in the future, she wouldn’t have a son to support her, let’s see if she regrets it. He doesn’t even care about this rural house, living in the city is more comfortable.

Women are indeed short-sighted.

"Rural houses are everywhere; Jiang Lid you wish," Qiann Yan mocked, "but if you’re willing to give up everything in the village, it’s negotiable."

Jiang Lid was tempted; he didn’t care about anything in the village.

In the future, when he’s living in the city, who cares about village stuff?

Jiang Cong also doesn’t care about village stuff; now he’s really worried that Qiann Yan will make a fuss about getting back the down payment money and the mortgage money. If she makes a scene, it will have a big impact on him. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

His father is only about fifty, still capable of working, and when the time comes, he can find a job and earn a decent wage.

His mother does things so excessively; don’t expect him to support her in old age. She’s so tight with Jiang Jinghan, let Jiang Jinghan take care of her.

The divorce between Qiann Yan and Jiang Lid was unexpectedly smooth; the village house, poultry, and land all belonged to Qiann Yan.

The village chief was surprised when issuing the certificate, repeatedly asking Jiang Lid if he really wanted to give up these.

Qiann Yan threw out all of Jiang Lid’s belongings and urged him to quickly move his household registration.

After about half a month, Qiann Yan became the head of the household, and the registration included only her, Jiang Jinghan, and Song Nu.

Jiang Jinghan hadn’t moved her registration initially, given they were in the same village.

Jiang Jinghan was stunned by this move, eagerly waiting for the Liu Family to raise the topic of divorce; she looked at Qiann Yan with burning anticipation.

Qiann Yan: "No rush, we should go to the Liu Family to cook, and kill two chickens today."

Jiang Jinghan laughed, right, since she raised them anyway, kill two.

"Mom, eating chicken every day gets a bit monotonous; how about killing a duck? Make a mushroom duck stew, and also a little fried duck and sour radish old duck soup."

Qiann Yan was silent; she didn’t know how to make this!

But she flipped through her phone; now with the internet, perhaps she could watch a couple of videos online first.

"We’ll make these tomorrow; we didn’t buy mushrooms," Qiann Yan found an excuse.

Jiang Jinghan thought that made sense; it takes some time to go to town from here.

In the afternoon, Qiann Yan went over and killed two chickens, unapologetically pulling some veggies from the ground.

Luo Jianying cursed at the two, pointing at Qiann Yan saying, "Song Qianyan, no wonder Jiang Lid didn’t want you."

Qiann Yan raised her eyes, "What are you being pleased about? Pleased that you have a chance?"

"Luo Jianying!!" Liu Chengxi’s angry voice rang out, scaring Luo Jianying to flee while shouting "Old Liu, Song Qianyan is talking nonsense again; there’s nothing between me and Jiang Lid."

"Song Qianyan, stop stirring up trouble at our house."

Qiann Yan: "Weren’t you just gloating?"

Luo Jianying wanted to curse; she was being sarcastic, mocking. Does Song Qianyan have a problem understanding?

Qiann Yan: "To clarify, Jiang Lid left with nothing, moved his registration; now I’m the head of the household, the one in charge, and the village issued a certificate. Unless I agree, no one can drive me away."

Luo Jianying’s face contorted.

Who are you implying?

Qiann Yan plucked feathers, muttering, "I’ll go buy some mushrooms tomorrow; Little Han wants mushroom duck stew."

She also needed to watch some videos in the evening to figure out how to make it.

Luo Jianying was about to go crazy: "Song Qianyan, don’t go too far; she’s out of confinement."

"This is Little Han’s home; she has spent a lot of effort on these livestock, what’s wrong with having some?"

"Among those fat pigs, one is also Little Han’s; when it comes time to slaughter them for New Year, don’t sell Little Han’s one. The fattest one belongs to Little Han."