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Chapter 293: Chapter 295 Regret Is Too Late_1
After a while, Tan Zhengyuan came back in the pouring rain, looking like a drowned rat, with a big bundle of rice plants under his arm.
Seeing his sorry state, Widow Xu hurried to heat some water for him and even stewed a bowl of ginger soup.
The busy farming season hadn’t ended yet, and Tan Zhengyuan just couldn’t afford to fall ill.
After Tan Zhengyuan took a bath and drank the ginger soup, Widow Xu started to complain.
"That damned Huang Zhong, just because he sees The Fourth Boss’s House is well off, he’s always kissing up to them. As for us, he looks down his nose, his attitude is just so disgusting,"
Widow Xu grumbled on and on.
Tan Zhengyuan said irritably, "Can’t you just let me eat my meal in peace? You gave the money to him, what’s the use of complaining to me?"
He had been counting on Widow Xu to default on the payment, but she was completely useless!
"So you want him to drag the rice back? In the end, wouldn’t you still have to deliver the copper coins to him?"
Widow Xu retorted, unconvinced. At that time, the crops were loaded onto someone else’s cart; what could she do but compromise?
Tan Zhengyuan grabbed a chopstick-full of pickled vegetables, then sullenly slurped his porridge.
He didn’t want to say a word about what happened today; his whole life, he, Tan Zhengyuan, had never suffered such a loss!
"Right, don’t tell me you just accepted this little bit of grain. The amount I collected in past years was at least three times more,"
Widow Xu was most concerned about the harvest. She had visited the fields a month ago and saw that the crops were growing well.
She had even planned to sell some of the grain to make new clothes for herself.
Tan Zhengyuan slammed down his chopsticks with a snap, "The Fourth Boss’s House took the grain of one mu of land, and there’s still more than half a mu left in the fields. How much grain do you want to collect? I work myself to death, and this is what I get to eat when I come home, even pigs eat better than I do!" no𝚟𝚙u𝚋.c𝚘m
A bowl of porridge so thin you could see your reflection, a plate of fried pickles without a drop of oil—no wonder the men in Xú Family died early!
If it went on like this, his own death wouldn’t be far off.
"If you want better food, you’ve got to have the skills for it. You just gave me that bit of Silver, and it’s already spent. If it weren’t for me, you’d be out drinking the north wind right now!"
Widow Xu lost her temper too. Money talks, and who’s the boss here, it’s not Tan Zhengyuan’s turn to call the shots!
Tan Zhengyuan’s face burned with embarrassment; he had only received One or Two Silver when they divided the property.
And he hadn’t saved a single Wen; he had given it all to Widow Xu for safekeeping. What more did she want?
Moreover, grains like rice and flour were already available, and they generally only bought some oil, salt, and meat. How could One Tael of Silver be gone so quickly?
Tan Zhengyuan was suspicious in his heart, and with Widow Xu making a fuss nonstop, he lay down on the bed with a dark face and feigned death.
No matter what Widow Xu said, he simply kept silent.
Often, silence is the best weapon against an adversary, especially against a woman.
It was at this moment that Tan Zhengyuan began to reminisce about the virtues of Hu’s Clan. Hu was quick and efficient at chores, and before their separation, he was only responsible for eating and drinking.
Widow Xu might be young and pretty, but after a while, that’s all she was, neither helpful in the fields nor something you can eat.
Sigh, he must have had water in his brain at that time!
Widow Xu talked herself dry, and it was only then that she ceased her tirade against Tan Zhengyuan.
Truth be told, she knew she had been alone for many years, and now she talked a bit too much, but she just couldn’t control herself.
What chilled her heart the most was Tan Zhengyuan’s reaction.
The fields were hers, and having collected only half the grain, wasn’t she allowed to say a word?
In the afternoon, Tan Zhengyuan felt a little dizzy and his head swelled, so he took advantage of the light rain and went to the Main Room.
He considered that the fever medicine Xiao Fu had not finished the last time would be just enough to take some back, to prevent himself from suffering miserably in bed.
