Transmigration: The Evil Mother-In-Law Is Actually Innocent!-Chapter 41 - A Divine Turn_1

The eldest son, Zhou Changzhi, exclaimed, “Mom, Dad caught pheasants!

There are five pheasants, and even a rabbit.”

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Zhulan rarely saw the usually serious Changzhi so lively, and she also noticed the catch—two male pheasants, three females, and a plump grey rabbit.

“Pheasants are that easy to catch?

Five in one night?”

Zhou Shuren explained, “Pheasants have been in the rice fields these past days, not perceiving the danger, so it was easier to catch them.

Tonight might not be so successful.”

The eldest son expressed his regret, “Some snares were taken away; otherwise, we could have caught more.”

The third son, Zhou Changlian, who was at the age of growing tall, was fixated on the food, “Mom, can we stew two pheasants tonight for a good feast?”

Zhulan was very pleased, as pheasants didn’t cost money.

She smiled and agreed, “Let’s kill the pheasants.

We’ll keep the rabbit for now, and take it with us when we visit your grandparents in a while.”

Zhou Changzhi was troubled, feeling it was too much, “Mom, five is way too many.”

Zhulan weighed the pheasants in her hand, touching them; although plump, they weren’t as big as domestic chickens and didn’t have much meat on them.

“It’s not too much; we’ll do as Chang Lian said and have enough to eat today, to fatten up for the autumn.”

Zhou Changlian straightened his back with pride; he could also make suggestions and felt valued, “Thank you, Mom.”

Zhulan chuckled, realizing that children indeed hoped to be valued.

After breakfast, the three workers arrived.

As the food in the Zhou household was good, they entered the courtyard enthusiastically calling Zhulan “Auntie” in thanks for the generous meals, which included meat in the dishes.

Zhulan heard from Zhou Changzhi that at noon they had only eaten half of their meals and had taken the rest home—such was the poverty they faced.

Wang Laosi was missing, someone from the Wang family, whose commotions had spread throughout the village.

The other three workers were contemplating introducing their own relatives when Wang Laosi showed up.

Zhulan was surprised but still politely inquired, “Is your wife alright?”

Wang Laosi, who hadn’t slept well, was still very anxious, “Actually, I should thank Uncle and Auntie.

The child was saved.”

Zhulan was puzzled, “How can you thank us?

We didn’t do much to help.”

Wang Laosi gratefully said, “I earned some coin by working at Auntie’s place in the past few days, which allowed me to buy fetus-protecting medicine, and that saved the child.”

Wang Laosi felt a deep resentment—his mother had stubbornly refused to use the money, thinking the child was already lost.

Thankfully, driven by his unwillingness to give up and having some money on hand, the child was saved.

Zhulan was somewhat stunned by this miraculous twist, “Saving the child is good news.

Both of you should be more careful in the future.”

After a pause, she followed her heart and spoke out, “You have a good amount of land at home, and the daughters are at a significant loss; after all, they are your children, and you should be more concerned about them.”

This was especially true for the eldest daughter, who worked the hardest and looked like a child of less than ten even though she was in her teens.

Wang Laosi now felt a new kind of hatred—hatred toward his mother and his brothers who had been making sarcastic remarks, “Today, none of the daughters are working; it’s the brothers working in the fields.”

Zhulan and Zhou Shuren exchanged looks; Wang Laosi had changed, yet it was uncertain whether it was for better or worse.