Rebirth in the 80s: The Scholar Wife is Cute
Chapter 298: The Mother-in-Law from a Previous Life

Chapter 298: Chapter 298: The Mother-in-Law from a Previous Life

Their small business was doing very well now, because the season for winter melons had passed, they were selling things like chickens, ducks, and their eggs, as well as soybean paste and dried vegetables, which didn’t take up much space and were more profitable. Thus, each trip to the city would earn them at least fifty to sixty yuan, and sometimes even eighty to ninety yuan.

Everyone knew they sold agricultural products from the countryside, so the two sold their goods particularly quickly, finishing off a cart’s worth of items in one morning.

Lu Siyuan and Shen Mianmian gave the remaining vegetables to the adjacent seller of bowls and chopsticks and asked him to keep an eye on their ox cart. Then, the two went to browse around Clothes Street.

In the eighties, Licheng might not have been developed, but the city still had a considerable transient population, people from the surrounding villages and towns would come here to make major purchases.

Many households with better circumstances liked to go into the city to buy clothes.

Even if you were just buying a hair tie, as long as it was said to be from the city, others would perceive it as upscale and sophisticated.

Therefore, quite a number of country folks could be seen strolling around here, but they were predominantly adults. It was rare to see middle school students like her and Lu Siyuan.

Because the two of them weren’t dressed that well and were young, the clothing vendors thought they were just looking out of curiosity and couldn’t afford to buy anything, so they didn’t bother with them.

Shen Mianmian didn’t take a liking to any styles, nor did she fancy trying on garments indiscriminately like some others did.

After walking around a bit, Shen Mianmian hadn’t bought any clothes, but Lu Siyuan bought several meters of fabric; he planned to make two sets for himself and another two for his grandfather.

The fabric wasn’t expensive, totaling just over a dozen yuan.

But after browsing for quite some time, he had made his purchases, and Shen Mianmian not only didn’t buy anything, she hadn’t even flipped through the women’s clothing.

Thinking she was reluctant to spend money, he pulled her toward a nearby stall and picked up a garment to ask her.

"I think this one isn’t bad. Take a look and see if you like it."

When she saw he had chosen a light pink item, Shen Mianmian rolled her eyes. Before she could say anything, someone suddenly shouted loudly.

"What are you doing? If you’re not buying, don’t touch. Can you afford to pay if you dirty it?"

Before the two could react, someone charged up to them and snatched the clothing out of Lu Siyuan’s hands.

This sudden turn of events left both of them somewhat stunned.

When Shen Mianmian saw the stall owner’s face clearly, it was as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, feeling a chill all over.

She never expected to run into her ’past life mother-in-law’, Wang Erfeng.

That sharp and mean countenance was unforgettable, even if it turned to ashes; Mianmian had suffered enough at Wang Erfeng’s hands in her previous life, with constant berating over minor differences in cooking porridge or meals—too much, too little, too thick, too thin. Wang Erfeng would curse incessantly and sometimes even lay hands on her.

She had endured all of these.

But what humiliated her the most was Wang Erfeng forcing her to consummate the marriage with the paralyzed Gu Jianli. Because she staunchly refused, she was beaten half to death by the couple.

"What’s wrong? Did I say something incorrect? Who are you glaring at with those dead fish eyes?" Seeing that Shen Mianmian kept glaring at her, Wang Erfeng burst out cursing, drawing the attention of many passersby.

People at the surrounding stalls witnessed the scene and couldn’t help but turn up their noses in distaste.

On this entire street, Wang Erfeng was the most unreasonable. She had to argue with someone every day, making it impossible to conduct business peacefully.

"Who are you calling dead fish eyes?" snapped back Lu Siyuan, recovering from his shock and unwilling to take her nonsense. "You sell clothes but won’t let people look at them. Are you selling to ghosts?"