Transmigration: The Evil Mother-In-Law Is Actually Innocent!-Chapter 89 Incomparable_1

After breakfast, Lady Li couldn’t sit still any longer. Zhulan, annoyed and not waiting for Lady Li to clean up the table, grabbed two jin of pastries for Lady Li, "Babe, you and your husband better hurry along. The sooner you leave, the sooner you’ll be back."

Lady Li was reluctant to take the pastries, "Mother, I’m sure my dad must have bought some too, so I don’t need the pastries. Some pickled vegetables will do."

Zhulan’s mouth twitched; Lady Li dared to take them, but she dared not offer. She stuffed them into Lady Li’s hands, "There are many in your maternal family, and who knows how much your father has earned, let alone what all he has bought. Bringing back two jin of pastries will sweeten the children’s mouths too. Hurry up and leave, stop with the chitchat."

Seeing her mother-in-law’s stern face, Lady Li hooked her chubby finger around the pastry string, her mind on what her father-in-law might bring back, "Mother, I’ll be back early for sure. Don’t tire yourself out. We’ll share the goods when I get back!"

Zhulan, "...."

She was clearly preoccupied with it!

Zhulan and her daughter finished cleaning up the table, and Rongchuan stayed behind to help. As the ancient custom goes, children don’t dine with adults after the age of seven. Children grow up early, and being a bright child, Xue Han understood even without Zhulan’s express words, sometimes blushing with shyness when Rongchuan was around.

Zhulan was nearly heart-attacked by the sight; such precocity in ancient times! After cleaning up, she sent Rongchuan away, finally feeling more at ease.

In the main room, Zhou Shuren came home without the worry of being robbed or losing his life. Zhulan went in to see Zhou Shuren sleeping soundly and sweetly.

Next to the pillow was a purse taken from his underclothes. Zhulan opened the purse to find inside a silver note wrapped in several layers of paper, coarse cloth, and then thick oilcloth, totaling one thousand taels in silver notes. She also picked up the cotton warmer Zhou Shuren used for his hands, which he had already unwrapped before sleep, revealing ten taels of gold.

Outwardly, the purse he carried usually contained five taels of gold and some broken silver.

At last came a small box, which held a gift for her – a hairpin inlaid with gemstones. Zhou Shuren had pried open the bottom of the hairpin’s box, which contained five taels of gold.

Zhulan counted the Silver Coin, twelve hundred taels, her eyes widening in surprise. She had not expected so much Silver. This amount didn’t even include what Zhou Shuren had spent. Clutching her chest, Zhulan knew she could not compete!

Her hand caressing the hairpin, a smile on her lips, Zhou Shuren had not only brought back Silver on his trip but also a gift for her. It was just too precious to wear in the village.

The other members of the family dared not enter the main room, so Zhulan carefully put away the Silver, waiting to discuss it with Zhou Shuren once he woke up.

Then, in a good mood, she fetched a pot of hot water and placed it on the kang table within Zhou Shuren’s easy reach for when he woke up and wanted to moisten his mouth. Finally, she placed a basin of water on the ground; the room was warm and getting dry, and sleeping too long might become uncomfortable. Once everything was arranged, Zhulan left.

In the hall, four boxes were neatly arranged. Zhulan called her daughter to help. She didn’t dare to touch the box with books in it, leaving it for Zhou Shuren to deal with when he woke up.

Xue Han, still a young girl, clutched a fan and wouldn’t let go, "Mother, these fans are so beautiful."

The pavilions and towers painted on the fans were indeed lovely. The embroidered flowers also looked as real as life, inspiring a longing for the beauty of Jiangnan, but she soon snapped back to reality.

Zhulan was pleased with Xue Han’s behavior. It was natural for the girl to yearn, and the fact that Xue Han came back to her senses so quickly showed her character was indeed commendable. No wonder she was the protagonist, "Your father brought back many fans. Pick whichever one you like."

Xue Han reluctantly put down the fan in her hand, smiling, "Mother, I like them all, I can’t take them all. You should divide them up!"

Zhulan stroked the girl’s head. It was good that the child was sensible and not greedy, "I counted, there are fifteen fans in total. We’ll keep six for the three girls at home, give your eldest sister two, each of your uncles’ families two, and the remaining three will be kept for your mother to use as gifts. There are twenty handkerchiefs. Each of you three girls at home and your two sisters-in-law gets two. Your eldest sister gets two, and your two uncles’ families get two each. The remaining four will also be saved for giving as gifts."

Xue Han wasn’t overjoyed for herself, puzzled, she asked, "Mother, what about you?"

Zhulan also coveted them, but living in ancient times as a grandmother and a farmer’s wife, she couldn’t keep them no matter how much she liked them. Heart bleeding, she said, "These bright handkerchiefs are suitable for your youth. I’m too old for them."

Xue Han didn’t say more, but asked curiously, "Mother, why are you keeping so many fans and handkerchiefs? Who will you give them to?"

The family wasn’t particularly close with fellow villagers, and her mother faced jealousy. Her father also seldom interacted with the village. Apart from relatives who came and went, there were few others with whom they got along well.