Transmigration: The Evil Mother-In-Law Is Actually Innocent!-Chapter 100 Too Much_1

Zhulan remembered the Jiang family, following the sound of crying to the room where her daughter lived. Disregarding the Jiang family members who had come out from the main house, she grimaced and hastened into the room. Her daughter was not at home, and the room was somewhat cold. The two children were sitting in a quilt, the granddaughter was crying, and the three-year-old grandson was comforting her. freewebnøvel.com

The little girl’s face was red from crying. Zhulan’s heart skipped a beat, and after rubbing her hands to warm them, she touched the granddaughter’s forehead. Fortunately, there was no fever. She also felt the grandson’s forehead, and, finding no fever there either, sighed in relief. Touching the quilt, she felt a bit of warmth underneath, guessing that her daughter had heated the kang bed before leaving. By noon, with no one tending the fire, the room had grown cold. The thought of the two small children alone in the room, with no one to watch over them or to stoke the fire, stoked the fire of Zhulan’s anger even more.

The three-year-old Jiang Zhu, upon seeing his grandmother, began to cry especially pitifully, "Grandma, Grandma, I’ve missed you so much."

He had always wanted to go to his grandmother’s house, but his mother wouldn’t allow it. He longed for egg custard, for pastries, for his kind grandparents.

Zhulan wiped her grandson’s tears while soothing him, "Alright, don’t cry. Grandma will take you to her house, be good and don’t cry."

Sniffling, the little granddaughter also stopped crying. Children are highly sensitive, and she clung to Zhulan’s clothes, not letting go. The little girl could not say much, but while sobbing, she touched her flat belly, "Hungry."

Zhulan’s face darkened even more. The children had not had enough to eat since morning, and their stomachs had been grumbling. She quickly took out some candy she had prepared from her purse, "Eat some candy to tide you over, and grandma will pack your clothes. We’ll have some pastries in a bit."

Jiang Zhu obediently hugged his sister, not taking his eyes off their grandmother as she climbed onto the kang bed to pack their clothes. He feared it was all a dream. Swallowing the sweet candy water, feeling the sweetness, he realized it wasn’t a dream. His gaunt smile brightened; they wouldn’t go hungry at grandma’s house.

Zhulan had the key that her eldest daughter had given her, and thankfully the Jiang family had not stooped to rummaging through her things; the lock was still securely fastened to the chest. Feeling the dowry chest, she recalled that it was prepared by her former self. When Xue Mei got married, her dowry was impressive enough to be spoken about in the villages around. The dowry chests were all made of fine wood.

Zhulan grew increasingly guilty. Her original self and her spouse cherished their eldest daughter dearly, and yet they had forgotten her and Zhou Shuren. Using the key to open the chest, Zhulan took one glance and felt a pang of sadness – only some of the dowry fabrics were left.

Fortunately, her eldest daughter was not foolish. She had not thought of sending things over to ease the conflict, knowing instead to keep the good items for her own family. The clothes of the two grandchildren were of good quality, which gave Zhulan some comfort.

After packing everything, not a single woman from the Jiang family had come over. Zhulan realized all at once that the women of the Jiang family were afraid of her former self, who had been capable and never hesitated to take action.

Zhulan dressed the two children neatly, and then took out two pieces of pastry she had prepared from the cart, as well as a thermal flask that she brought back. It was wrapped tightly and its temperature was about forty degrees Celsius, just right for drinking when poured out.

The children each ate a piece of pastry cautiously. Zhulan, patting her grandson’s head, said, "Xiaodu, look after your sister. Grandma will have a chat with your granny and then come back to take you home, okay?"

Jiang Zhu licked the pastry crumbs from the corner of his mouth, "Mhm, Grandma, I’ll take good care of my sister. Please come back soon."

He wanted to go to his grandmother’s house quickly, where there was good food and no hunger.

Zhulan, "Alright."

Zhulan closed the door with a stern face and headed toward the main house. In the hall, only Zhou Shuren’s voice could be heard, his tone unchanging. Zhulan listened to Zhou Shuren saying, "My in-law, this past year, the households have been unhappy squeezing labor compensation out of Jiang Sheng for his study fees. That’s not right. Back when he started studying, it was with the agreement of my in-law and Jiang Sheng’s elder brothers. Why should resentment fall on him now? To pass the Scholar examination is rare in a hundred miles, and many are stuck at the level of Student. There should have been preparations from the start for supporting his education. Now to put all the blame on Jiang Sheng seems too harsh, doesn’t it?"