Transmigration: The Evil Mother-In-Law Is Actually Innocent!-Chapter 76 - Resentment_1

When you’re done, take two catties of meat back to your family; it’s just right for your grandmother to taste our fatty pork.”

Lady Li, content at heart, relaxed when Zhulan said everything was fine and didn’t ask any further questions.

Her focus returned to the pork.

After cleaning the intestines, Lady Li said, “Mother, I and my sister-in-law are going to the kitchen to make blood sausages.”

Zhulan waved her hand, “Go ahead.”

Wang Ru, pinching the center of her palm, was frustrated that all her calculations came to nothing, and she ended up in a worse state.

It infuriated her that she, a person from the modern era, had been outwitted by people from the past.

It was too hard for her to accept.

Madame Sun was genuinely timid.

Seeing Auntie Zheng storm home in a huff, she didn’t dare to stay either, taking her daughter with her.

“Let’s go home, too.”

Wang Ru shook off her stepmother’s hand, glaring furiously at her stepmother’s belly.

It was all because of that piece of flesh; if it weren’t for that, her stepfather wouldn’t have become so arrogant at having a little money and forgot his place.

She had suggested repairing the house first, but he didn’t listen and felt that his authority was challenged, even viciously scolding her for it.

Now, the silver that had been lent out couldn’t be recovered, and there wasn’t even enough money to fix the roof anymore.

Not only did they have no place to live, but they also had to pay five coins just for lodging at someone else’s place, not to mention the cost of firewood.

She had to come up with a solution, or she wouldn’t even be able to survive on the streets by the New Year.

As for the private money she had, she wouldn’t touch it!

Madame Sun protected her belly; the look in her third daughter’s eyes was too frightening.

“Third daughter, what are you doing?”

Wang Ru glared with ferocious eyes, screaming, “I’ve changed my name to Wang Ru.

Don’t call me Third Daughter anymore.”

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Zhulan saw Madame Sun frightened into retreating a few steps and quickly gave her support, not out of kindness but fear that an incident at the Zhou family would bring trouble.

She truly did not welcome Wang Lao Si’s family, “Your child has left.

You should head back too!”

Madame Sun, still startled, didn’t even say thank you and hurried away.

Zhulan listened intently to the noisy quarrel next door, thinking that Wang Lao Si and his wife were indeed troublemakers.

Wang Ru had not managed to get at the Li family to vent her frustration; it seemed she could no longer suppress her resentment.

Zhulan mused that it was a pity Wang Ru couldn’t run away from home.

In ancient times, everywhere required a travel pass and household registration; one could not simply wander about.

Human traffickers were legal, not to mention abductors were rampant, powerful, and without modern technology, in a vast and sparsely populated land, catching kidnappers was difficult!

Moreover, in ancient times, black-market slaves had nowhere to turn for help when bought and sold; even if you were sold, the government wouldn’t care about you.

This was also why Rongchuan, despite being tormented by his parents, never thought of running away from home.

Once you became a household without status, if you were lucky, you were sold to a good family; if unlucky, to a despicable place.

Better to die clean than live a life worse than death.

The noise from next door quieted down, and Zhulan got busy cutting the pork into catty-sized pieces and freezing them in a large pot.

This was convenient for when they wanted to eat.

The pig’s head was waiting for the eldest son to handle, an area she was not skilled in.

Looking over the full pot of pork and then at her hands, covered in pig’s blood, Zhulan fell silent.

She never would have imagined that she, a second-generation rich girl, would adapt so well to life in ancient times.

She hadn’t felt disgusted by killing pigs, had even butchered them personally without disdain, and did it all with joy.

Zhulan counted the changes she had gone through since coming to ancient times and looked up at the sky, reflecting on how the environment truly changes people!

Mingyun, the eldest grandson, watched with hopeful eyes as his grandmother put all the meat into the pot, and his face fell, “Grandma, aren’t we having meat tonight?”

Zhulan looked down and realized that she hadn’t left any meat aside.

She replied with a smile, “We are.

Not only are we having meat tonight, but we’re also going to stew bones.”

Mingyun stood still, “Grandma has worked hard.

Let me take some to Mother for you.”

Zhulan couldn’t help but smile; the little fellow was worried she wouldn’t keep her promise.

Not big in stature, but not short on wits—a true descendant of the Zhou family.

Fortunately, Zhou family genes dominated those from the Li family, or else Zhou Shuren would indeed have reason to weep.

“Alright, alright, Grandma will get it for you.”