The Spirited Daughter-in-law and the Mountain Man

Chapter 131: 131 Xiao Qjnghe

Translator: 549690339

The door was barely taller than a person, allowing someone outside to reach over the top and easily open the bolt from the inside. Wang Qigu cupped her hand inside the door, opened the bolt herself, and entered the courtyard. “Is Dashan at home?”

Xiao Yuchuan was not pleased with her intrusion. “My second brother went hunting in the mountain early in the morning, Wang Qigu. You didn’t even ask permission before entering our house. Did we invite you in?”

He disliked the old granny to start with. If not for her loose tongue, the matter between him and Liu Xianglian, which really wasn’t an issue, wouldn’t have become the talk of the village and caused his wife to jump into the river…

Thinking of his wife jumping into the river out of jealousy for him and almost losing her made him frightened, but he was also happy that his wife cared so much about him. This thought softened his expression.

But then, he recalled how his wife had hurt his feelings last night, and thought she was very capricious.

He was initially planning to go sell goods today, but his second brother said his wife had just recovered from her illness and Fourth Brother’s leg was inconvenient, so they needed someone at home. His second brother’s hunting was worth more than the goods selling, so he agreed to stay at home.

Wang Qigu was annoyed. “Your house is rundown and you don’t have any money.” She looked up at the roof. “Your roof isn’t even proper tiles, just a thatched shed. If your family could ever afford a tiled roof, it would probably rain red colored rain then!”

“Just say what you want, and get it over with.” Yuchuan snapped impatiently.

“Our family is poor, it’s none of your business.”

“How can you speak to an elder like that?” Wang Qigu’s face wrinkled even further in anger. “You should at least call me ‘Aunt Qi’.”

“We’re not related, so calling you ‘Aunt Qi’ is just a courtesy. Besides, what kind of elder openly ridicules someone for being poor? Are you really that rich?”

Wang Qigu glared at him with disgust. “My family is way richer than yours. My son wanted rabbit meat, and we thought we’d do your poor family a favor and give you some business by having Dashan hunt a rabbit for us. But Wushan Village has more hunters than just your family. I’m not buying anything!”

Her gaze then turned to the figure sitting under the eaves. “The Xiao Family’s fourth son is out of his room too, but his leg still isn’t good. Qinghe, I’m telling you, your family will never be rich!”

She turned around, swaying her pear-shaped hips out of the Xiao Family’s courtyard, but stopped at the door. “Oh, I just remembered what I heard by the door. You were scared by your ghost-wife, weren’t you? The Xiao Family really brings bad luck; even just visiting brings misfortune.”

“Get the hell out!” Yuchuan roared from behind. “Damn old hag, don’t come to my house again!”

Frightened, Wang Qigu’s fat jiggled as she quickly ran away, cursing while she retreated. “You uneducated bastard! This old granny won’t come anymore!”

Su Qingyue was unaware of the conflict between Yuchuan and Wang Qigu, as her attention was solely on the person sitting under the eaves.

He was a young man of about seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in a green plain robe. His ink-black hair was neatly combed, with half of it bound up behind his head and the rest casually draped across his back, with a few wisps falling onto his chest.

His skin was very pale, probably from not getting sun for many years, making him look almost sickly pale. His face was well-defined and delicate, making him quite handsome.

His gaze was incredibly pure, like the clear waters of Qinghe, clean and translucent.

He sat quietly in an old armchair with a backrest and armrests. The ancient chair did not take away from his elegant appearance, making him look like the gentle and polite boy next door..