Reborn as Tycoon's Wife in the Countryside
Chapter 94 Take back the paddy fields (before dawn)

Chapter 94: 94 Take back the paddy fields (before dawn)

Su Guisheng’s family ultimately didn’t have the courage to make a scene.

After all, they were the guilty party, unsure whether Su Xiaofeng still had anything left in her bowl; if something were found, who would believe they harbored no ill will against Xiaofeng.

Seeing that they had agreed, Xiaofeng went with them to her third great-uncle’s home.

The third great-uncle’s family was discussing the matter of Su Xiaotao and Liu An; seeing Xiaofeng and her second brother’s family come over, they were somewhat puzzled.

"Old Three," Su Zongming stepped over the threshold, "get some paper and a pen. The paddy fields that Big Brother allocated excessively to Guisheng back then, we’re giving them back to Guaizi now. Guaizi’s family is pitiful too, with so many mouths to feed, and he himself has been injured. If we continue to occupy it, it would be truly unjustifiable."

Upon hearing this, Su Zongyou nodded. It was about time his second brother did this and asked his daughter-in-law to get pen and paper.

Xiaofeng listened to Su Zongming’s words and the corners of her mouth twitched; now he was speaking nicely.

After leaving their handprints and having her third great-uncle’s family as witnesses, it meant that the two mu of paddy fields originally intended for her father were back in her hands.

Seeing Xiaofeng holding the paper, Ma Donghua reminded her, "Xiaofeng, now that you have the paddy fields, what about the bowl in your hand?"

She didn’t voice the few words about whether to smash it or not.

The third great-uncle’s family collectively looked towards the bowl in Xiaofeng’s hand, wondering what was the point of Xiaofeng holding a bowl all this time? Was there something wrong with this bowl?

Xiaofeng glanced at it and casually replied, "Oh, this bowl? I just took any bowl from the kitchen."

Ma Donghua’s breath tightened, "You said..."

"Oh well, it was put away by someone, I couldn’t find it, so I just took a random one." She tossed it aside, and with a clang, it shattered on the ground, breaking into pieces.

To be precise, it was Su Xiaotao who had put the bowl away. As soon as Xiaotao entered the room, she took the bowl to the washbasin; why Su Zongming did not notice, she didn’t know.

Reminded by Xiaofeng, Su Zongming then recalled Xiaotao seemed to be tidying up the table for a while,

His focus had been entirely on the bowl in Xiaofeng’s hands, and he had completely failed to remember.

Su Guisheng’s face turned ashen; he had been completely taken in by that damned girl.

That bowl she had had nothing wrong with it at all.

"What’s wrong with you all?" The third great-uncle looked at the second brother’s family’s expressions, suspicion arising, "Is there something wrong with this bowl?"

"No, nothing much." Su Zongming wanted to be angry but didn’t know whom to blame, "Didn’t we make chicken soup at home? Wanted Xiaofeng to have some."

So what was the connection between the chicken soup and the bowl?

"Indeed, the chicken soup made by second great-uncle this morning was particularly delicious." Su Xiaofeng’s red lips curved up, her face full of triumph, "The Sixth Master invited our family to lunch, so second great-uncle, third great-uncle, I will be going ahead."

Watching Xiaofeng’s brisk departure, Ma Donghua wished she could shoot knives from her eyes, that dead girl, who knows where she learned such tricks, like a sly fox.

The third great-uncle didn’t want to know what had happened in the morning, why the second brother’s family had so readily given up the paddy fields. Regardless, at the end of the day, it was a good thing.

When Su Guisheng’s family got back home and saw the half pot of soup still on the table, Su Guisheng felt like smashing it.

"Dad, you said you – can’t you remember whether you took the bowl or not? We’ve been completely played by that girl Xiaofeng," Ma Donghua immediately blamed Su Zongming.

"I was just confused by her at that time." Su Zongming’s face showed embarrassment, "I’ve been honest all my life, the mere mention of ’police station’ makes me go weak at the knees."

"I think you’re just getting senile." Ma Donghua went into the kitchen and noisily tidied up the dishes and chopsticks, "Usually you just need a bit of drink and you spill everything; you’re happy now, aren’t you? Just with a smack of your lips, our family’s two mu of paddy fields are gone."

Indeed, two whole mu, even thinking about it made his liver ache.

Su Zongming knew he was at fault and didn’t dare to make another sound.

Su Guisheng was also feeling irritable and yelled at Su Zongming, "Dad, you should drink less when there’s nothing to do, look at the mess you’ve made."

Su Zongming hung his head and silently returned to his own room.

He, he—.

Su Xiaofeng, in high spirits, headed towards Shanghe Village, occasionally humming a tune while looking at the green vegetables and fruits at the roadside.

Her father had just had his stitches removed and was lazily basking in the courtyard. Seeing Xiaofeng coming with a jar of chili sauce in hand, Su Laoguai’s lips twitched.

"Girl, you’re here," the Sixth Master was in the process of slaughtering a chicken, "do you see this chicken? I’ve raised it for a whole year, and it was just about to start laying eggs."

This was Xiaofeng’s first visit inside.

She had only glimpsed from outside when she came last time to ask the Sixth Master for a consultation; now inside, she found that the Sixth Master’s yard was well maintained. Scattered neatly were various medicinal herbs and there were even a car and a motorcycle parked inside.

"What a pity, look at all the eggs in its belly," Xiaofeng said with a glance, feeling quite regretful.

"That was its fate," Liuye adeptly handled the matter, "Your dad is healing faster than I had expected, he’s got strong bones."

"My dad has always been healthy," Xiaofeng squatted next to Liuye, watching him clean up, "Liuye, my dad’s left hand had injured tendons and bones before and he’s been unable to do heavy work. Do you have any solutions?"

"I’ve examined him, it’s a bit troublesome," Liuye glanced at Xiaofeng, "Step back a little, don’t get blood on you."

Xiaofeng stepped back a few paces, "So you’re saying there’s hope."

"I’ll start by prescribing some traditional Chinese medicine to adjust his condition, then I’ll check again later to see if he needs surgery." Repairing tendons and bones is no small feat, quite troublesome.

Xiaofeng, hearing this, lit up like a child, "Liuye, what else needs to be prepared? I can help."

"Acheng is out in the pond fishing, go see if he’s caught anything."

"Okay," Xiaofeng said as she walked outside, and upon looking carefully at the doorway under the tree, she indeed saw Ye Cheng sitting there motionless.

She had not noticed him when she first came in.

She tiptoed around to the back of Ye Cheng, not daring to make a sound.

Fishing requires absolute silence; the slightest noise, and the fish won’t bite.

The fishing rod twitched, Ye Cheng gently pulled, then cast, and a fish of about two or three pounds was flung onto the shore.

Ye Cheng skillfully unhooked it and then struck the fish on the head.

The fish instantly passed out.

Su Xiaofeng: "..."

She knew he was strong, but knocking out a fish with a single punch was a bit too brutal to watch.

Ye Cheng glanced at Su Xiaofeng, and remembering his grandfather’s words, felt a twinge of irritation, not uttering a word as he headed home.

Seeing his reticence, had she somehow offended him? It was quite baffling.

"Dad," Xiaofeng didn’t bother with him, thinking she wouldn’t have come here for a meal if not for Liuye’s gracious invitation, "How are you feeling?"

"I’m fine now; I should be able to work in a few days." It was much faster than he had expected; he thought he’d need to rest at home for at least a month or two.

"Just now when I arrived, uncle’s family returned the paddy fields that Grandpa had intended to divide among us, here’s the deed," words alone held no weight; it had to be written down in black and white.

Su Guaizi could hardly read, he scanned the document quickly, "Why did they suddenly return it to us?"

"Maybe they’ve had a change of heart," Su Xiaofeng put away the document, "Now that they’ve returned it, we might as well accept it."

"Xiaofeng," Wu Ershun emerged with a soot-covered face from the kitchen, "Do you know how to light a fire? I can’t seem to get it started no matter how I blow."

Lighting a fire was a skillful task, not easy to master.

"No fire, no lunch," Liuye said with a deadpan face, whose child was this, so helplessly clumsy?

"Let me give it a try," Xiaofeng couldn’t help but want to laugh looking at Wu Ershun’s face; he looked like he had gone coal mining instead of tending a fire.

Xiaofeng was proficient at lighting fires; without much effort, she got a good blaze going.

Wu Ershun sought her advice, "It doesn’t look hard, so why can’t I do it? Liuye said I could eat more if I managed the fire well."

For the sake of Liuye’s meal, he was willing to give it his all.

"You’re just clumsy," Ye Cheng entered with a cold face, "Give me a plate, I’ll deal with the fish."

Wu Ershun hastily fetched a plate like a sycophant, leaving Xiaofeng to tend the fire in the stove, his eyes never straying to Xiaofeng from start to finish.

Xiaofeng didn’t look at him either; he didn’t want her at his house for a meal, but she had come anyway, and it wasn’t like he was the one who invited her.

It had to be said, Liuye’s cooking skills were outstanding. With such skills, if Liuye opened a restaurant instead of a clinic, business would definitely boom.

"Girl, your chili sauce is pretty good," Liuye sniffed, "It’s perfect for chopped pepper fish head."

When the chopped pepper fish head was being cooked, the whole house was filled with the tantalizing aroma of chili and fish head, incredibly fragrant and appetizing.

"Liuye, with such skills, why don’t you open a restaurant?" The look, the scent, the taste - a gourmet delight.

"This culinary skill of mine is born out of my wife’s picky eating; I figured it out by myself. But to serve others, I wouldn’t be able to do it. It’s enough to enjoy cooking for myself. Don’t you think?" It’s a shame, his wife had passed away years ago and now his cooking prowess could only benefit Acheng, the ungrateful kid.

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