After the Divorce, Me and My Tyrant Ex-husband Got Transmigrated as a Farmers in the Ancient Times - Chapter 8
- After the Divorce, Me and My Tyrant Ex-husband Got Transmigrated as a Farmers in the Ancient Times
- Chapter 8 - Divorce Certificate
The seeds were expensive at that time, how could Grandma Xia bear to part with them. Seeing his mother hesitating, Xia Dinghai whispered: “Mother, give it to her! Housekeeper Gu is still here!”
Grandma Xia reluctantly agreed: “Feng’er, take your wife to fetch things.”
Xia Dingfeng took Yang-shi back to Xia family house to weigh a hundred Jin of rice and flour, randomly took half a liter of seeds and brought some old clothes of Qin-shi and her daughters.
In front of everyone, Xia Qianqian quickly went through things. After checking, a frown appeared on her face: “Mother’s clothes are still missing a few pieces and this one on my third aunt looks familiar to me. By the way, where is my second aunt? The one on her also seems to be one of my mother’s.”
Yang-shi’s face went red at once. First master Xia loved his wife deeply, so much that every year he would make some new clothes for Qin-shi. Therefore, as soon as Qin-shi left, she and her second sister-in-law, Song-shi, split up Qin-shi’s clothes. Now they just brought two patched old clothes.
“I think the third aunt looks good in it, you should keep this one, but you have to go home and bring the other clothes again. As for the one on my second aunt, she must take it off!” With a determined back, Xia Qianqian limped towards the carriage.
Everyone looked at her and sincerely hoped that she could win against Song-shi.
Whatever happened outside, Song-shi had already heard everything. Knowing that she couldn’t argue right now, she took off her thin jacket and threw it out : “Here you go!”
Xia Qianqian picked up the jacket, put it on the cart, then struggled to lift the rice and flour. Fan Ming hurriedly helped her lift the things onto the cart: “Qianqian, I’m sorry, Uncle Fan ……”
“It’s okay, this outcome is already good enough.” Xia Qianqian smiled faintly, “First I’ll take my mother to clean up and tidy our new home, I will come back later to trouble Uncle Fan.”
“Good good, you are always welcome to come and ask for anything.” Fan Ming said as he felt relieved and laugh heartily.
“Then I have to thank Uncle Fan in advance!”
Qin-shi pushed the broken cart making a squeak sound. With the addition of rice and flour, the cart became heavier, so she could only push it with great difficulty. Xia Qianqian limped and followed along.
In the blue sky, the sun was shining brightly, as white clouds passed by. Looking at that clear weather, the winter seemed a lot bearable.
Xia Dinghai glared viciously at Fan Ming before turning toward Housekeeper Gu with a fawning smile plastered on his face: “Housekeeper Gu, as you rarely come to this humble village, would you like to sit and drink some tea?”
“No need, I’ve other things to do so I need to go back.” Housekeeper Gu said coldly.
“That’s also fine, I’ll come to town some other day then we’ll have a few drinks together!” Xia Dinghai, with a smiling face, waved his hand as Housekeeper Gu left with a young man.
After experiencing everything, he was not in the mood to go with Song-shi to the Song family, his mother-in-law’s house, just for showing off his new authority. So he called everyone from Xia family to go back home.
There is a small river outside Yangliu Village, coming from the foot of the mountain and flowing slowly to the distance.
The weeping willow by the river was swaying elegantly as autumn wind blew in its surroundings, as the yellow leaves fell on the water surface, they created gentle water ripples.
There was a carriage parked under that elegant tree, much more luxurious than the one in the Xia family.
Housekeeper Gu ran over and said respectfully to the person sitting inside the carriage: “Master, everything has been done as per your orders.”
The person in the carriage did not come out, but asked indifferently: “Tell me, what exactly happened there?”
Housekeeper Gu explained everything in a detailed manner, from the process of dividing the family property, including Xia Qianqian biting her aunt’s finger in anger. The young man in the carriage raised his left hand and looked at his fair and long index finger, with a gentle smile on his face:”Maybe, she is Qianqian…”
Housekeeper Gu didn’t hear clearly through the curtain, so he moved closer to the carriage and asked, “Master, what are you talking about?”
“Nothing, let’s go home!”
“Yes, Young master.”
A coachman started the carriage, Housekeeper Gu and a young servant boy followed along.
The man in the carriage put his hand into pocket and took out a small dark red book with three big gilded characters printed on it: Divorce certificate.
He is Gu Changsheng and according to what Xia Qianqian thought, he is the stupid young master of the Gu family.