Quick Transmigration Hoarding: My Selfishness Leads to a Killing Frenzy

Chapter 339 Military Wives in Historical Fiction 3

"Ni'er, why didn't you go to work again today?"

For three days in a row, she sleeps until noon every day, and after waking up, she goes for a stroll in the village. She doesn't even take care of her own son, leaving him directly with her grandma. As for her stepsons, they are all in school.

Finally, Sun's mother couldn't help but speak up. She had brought her son home to get a wife and was supposed to do all the work. Now, she was being dumped on her old woman. How could she possibly handle that?

Qingmo swallowed the food in her mouth and said nonchalantly, "Mother, I feel weak and powerless now that I'm sick. I'm afraid I won't be able to work anymore. But Jianmin sends me a stipend, so you won't go hungry."

"How can that be?" Sun's mother scolded sternly.

Then, realizing her tone was off, she switched back to her motherly demeanor and said earnestly, "Daughter, if you're not feeling well, take some rest, but you still have to go to work."

"If I weren't feeling unwell, I would have gone by myself, and you wouldn't have had to trouble yourself. Sigh!"

“The money Jianmin sent back is to be kept for emergencies. With so many children in the family, money is needed everywhere, and that little bit of money is not enough.”

Qingmo exclaimed in surprise, "Oh? So your son can't support his family?"

"Then why don't you hurry up and write a letter to Jianmin to send more money back? Do you want your whole family to starve?"

Sun's mother was so taken aback by Qingmo's words that her face turned red. It took her a long time to recover. "Jianmin has it tough in the army too. The money he sends back every month is already quite a lot."

Qingmo pouted, "Not a lot? Mother, do the math yourself. How many people in the family are eating, drinking, and taking care of their basic needs? What can this little bit of money do? You feel sorry for your son, but who feels sorry for me? My body is already worn out from exhaustion."

Sun's mother frowned, her eyes darting around. "Ni'er, don't be ungrateful. Jianmin is a promising young man. He'll definitely give us a good life in the future."

“Good days? I really don’t know. All I know is that he’s living a carefree life in the army, leaving us, a widow and her children, to farm at home.”

Hearing her say that, Sun's mother got a little angry. "Ni'er, how can you say that about Jianmin? He's contributing to the country in the army."

“Ah, yes, yes, he contributes to the country, and I contribute to your family. I’ve had enough of this life. I don’t care anymore. From now on, Jianmin must send forty yuan back every month, or I’ll go with him to the army and live a good life.”

She slammed the bowl down and left.

She still had to go to the black market to get some money. Damn, she only had two and a half dollars in her pocket. How could someone as powerful as her survive?

She rode in an oxcart to town to make money, and when she came back, she carried half a pound of pork back to her parents' home.

When Grandma Yan saw the meat, her face instantly lit up with a smile. "Oh, girl, where did this meat come from?"

Qingmo casually made up a lie, "I swapped it with someone else."

Grandma Yan smiled so hard her eyes narrowed into slits. "My daughter is really capable."

She then took the meat into the kitchen; she had to cook this good stuff herself and couldn't let it go to waste.

Her daughter is so filial; she remembers to think of her when she gets something good.

Hehe, so you've finally figured it out? I've never seen you so generous before.

Qingmo sat in the courtyard to rest. After a while, Mother Yan came out with a bowl of stir-fried minced meat and vegetables. "Girl, try this. Mother made it for you."

Qingmo's face fell as soon as she saw it. She had such a big piece of meat, and she was only eating this little bit?

"Mother, did you secretly keep the meat for yourself? Are you biased towards boys and trying to save it for your son?"

Grandma Yan slapped her on the head, "You spendthrift! You bought so much meat, it'll take a while to finish! I'll marinate it, then we'll have meat to eat every day."

"Fine, fine, Mom, if that's how you put it, then I'll just take the things back to my husband's family from now on. My mother-in-law isn't as stingy as you."

Upon hearing this, Old Mrs. Yan became anxious. "My dear girl, you can't say that about your mother. I'm just thinking about a long-term, steady relationship."

"It's rare for you to bring meat back, so I'm sure you want to eat it for a while. I'm really worried about you. I'll go and stir-fry another plate of meat for you right now."

Qingmo snorted coldly, "Hmph, fry it all up, don't leave any, or I won't bring it for you next time."

As she spoke, Old Mrs. Yan rushed into the kitchen.

Soon, a plate of fragrant twice-cooked pork was served.

Qingmo picked up a piece of meat with satisfaction and put it in her mouth. "That's more like it."

She ate two bites and then stopped eating, because they had to wait for their son and daughter-in-law to come back from work. They didn't want the girl to eat it all by herself.

Just then, a commotion came from outside the door. It turned out that Qingmo's stepsons had come looking for her. She had bought meat, and some villagers had seen it and told Sun's mother.

"Stepmother, why did you go back to your parents' home? Aren't you going home for dinner?"

Glancing at her stepsons, Qingmo said casually, "I'll eat at my parents' house. You all go back and tell your grandma."

The stepsons looked at each other, feeling awkward. They had come here to freeload on the meat, and they could smell the aroma in the air. They couldn't just leave like this.

The eldest and second children remained silent, but the third girl spoke up.

“Stepmother, we also want to eat at Grandma’s house.”

Qingmo raised an eyebrow. "Hmm? Then you should go. Your maternal grandmother's house is a bit far. I just don't know if she'll welcome you, since your mother has been dead for so many years."

Upon hearing this, the stepsons' eyes reddened, and they turned and ran away.

Grandma Yan stood by, chuckling to herself, without offering a single word. Good heavens, this little bit of meat wasn't even enough for our own family, how could we let these little burdens eat it?

Qingmo snorted. It's not like she gave birth to it, yet it has such a temper. It's obviously asking for a beating.

Another day, I'll take out her willow branches and teach these ungrateful brats a lesson.

My four-year-old niece, Huahua, blinked her big eyes and looked at her pitifully, as if afraid that her aunt wouldn't let her eat meat either.

Wow! The little girl is so pretty, even prettier than my own son. I took a piece of fruit candy out of my pocket and handed it to her.

"Thank you, little aunt."

Hua Hua came over and gave her a big kiss on the cheek, making her extremely happy.

After patting Hua Hua's head, Qing Mo made a decision: it would be a shame not to give such a cute little girl a bob haircut.

Hua Hua was still feeling smug, completely unaware that her aunt was about to cut off her braids. It was all because she had bumped into Qing Mo and attracted her attention.

Qingmo pulled Huahua into the house and found scissors and a comb.

Hua Hua thought her aunt was going to braid her hair nicely, so she sat obediently on the stool.

Qingmo looked at Huahua's little braids with excitement in her eyes, "Huahua, your aunt will give you a nice haircut."

Before Hua Hua could react, she snipped off a large section of her braid with a "snip".

Hua Hua was stunned for a moment, then burst into tears.

Grandma Yan rushed in when she heard the crying. When she saw that Hua Hua's braids had been cut, she was heartbroken. "Girl, what are you doing? Why did you cut the child's hair!"

Qingmo said nonchalantly, "Mom, don't worry about it, go cook your meal."

"Don't cry, or your aunt won't let you eat meat anymore."

Hua Hua looked at her grandma, then at her aunt, and then at the hair that had been cut off. She cried even harder.

She said in a childish voice, "Auntie is bullying me, Auntie is bullying me, boohoo..."

Grandma Yan wanted to say something more, but Qingmo glared at her, so she had no choice but to leave.

She wanted to eat meat, but she had to sacrifice her granddaughter's hair.

Qingmo didn't care about the child crying; she quickly cut the hair short, giving him bangs and a bob. He looked really good, and she was quite satisfied with her masterpiece.

"Alright, Huahua, Grandma will give you a few more pieces of meat later. Stop crying, or your aunt will hit you."

Hua Hua sobbed and twitched, but in the end she resigned herself to her fate.

Since I've already cut my hair, I can only maximize my gains. Later, I'll channel my grief and anger into my appetite and eat more meat to replenish my energy.

Seeing how well-behaved she was, Qingmo was even more pleased.

Indeed, nothing is more fun than bullying children.