I Got Rich in Period Fiction-Chapter 159: Got into a Fight

After Qiao Qingyu’s recent maneuvers with the Qiao Family Team, everyone deeply realized the truth that trouble comes from careless talk.

So, if anyone were to investigate, it would definitely catch the villagers’ attention.

However, she still ought to write a letter to Han Xianglan, not saying it outright, she’d just tell her mother a story...

Once Qiao Qingyu had decided, she no longer dwelled on it, after all, nothing was set in stone yet, and it was pointless for her to fret aimlessly.

She headed to the back garden.

The Chinese cabbages Qiao Qingyu had planted were now nearly covering the ground, the leaves thick and stems robust, surely by the cold autumn, the cabbages’ hearts would be tightly wrapped.

Just then, Qiao Qingyu actually heard Rongrong crying.

Qiao Qingyu paused, was she hallucinating?

Rongrong should be in kindergarten at this time.

Qiao Qingyu hurriedly walked a few steps and leaned over the wall, looking to the left, and sure enough, it was He Xuerong, standing in front of her was Xiao Hu, stretching his little arms like a mother hen.

There were two little boys and a little girl in front of her.

She recognized these three children; the two little boys, one was named Dashun and the other Daji, were brothers.

The little girl was Sister Yu’s daughter from the base, named Wei Xiao.

Usually, these children didn’t interact, as most of the time it was only Xiao Hu and Little Rongrong playing in the yard.

After all, around this time, only the He family’s small vegetable garden and flower garden were the prettiest.

Qiao Qingyu quickly went back inside the house, untied her apron, then pushed the front door open and hurried toward where the children were standing.

Round the corner, she heard Dashun laughing loudly, "Li Mingguang, He Xuerong is just a little mute, she only ever goes ’ah ah ah’..."

Xiao Hu glared with wide eyes, "Don’t talk about Rongrong like that, she is not, she just doesn’t like to talk!"

"Not liking to talk? My mom said she’s a mute and even ill..."

Qiao Qingyu’s face cooled.

Dashun’s mother, Zhu Guizhi, was a staff member at the base hospital.

She knew her, as someone who liked to gossip about patients’ secrets, coincidentally having encountered her twice.

Most of the time, Qiao Qingyu didn’t like to meddle, nor did she want to seem sanctimonious, as she wasn’t the embodiment of justice, and besides, as a family member, how could she criticize the hospital’s management?

But even so, she had mentioned this matter to Old Wei, not knowing if Old Wei had forgotten or if that woman couldn’t change her old habits.

At this moment, Xiao Hu, annoyed, didn’t say another word but charged with clenched fists.

Dashun, being two years older than Xiao Hu, was naturally taller.

Thus, Dashun easily pushed Xiao Hu down, who fell but got up and charged again.

Daji yelled next to them, "Go brother, go!"

Wei Xiao, clearly used to watching Dashun fight other children, clapped her hands, "Go Brother Dashun, fight him, fight him!"

The two mismatched in height fought each other.

Dashun pinned Xiao Hu to the ground, huffing, "Li Mingguang, you son of a labor camp prisoner, you dare hit me, I’ll have Uncle Lin put you behind bars too..."

Li Mingguang, even more furious, his eyes red, flipped over and pinned Dashun, attempting to hit him with his small fists, but Dashun caught his hand, and Daji rushed forward to join the fight against Li Mingguang.

He Xuerong stood frozen, her face streaked with tears, but she seemed too scared to speak, her small mouth tightly shut.

Qiao Qingyu took a few steps forward, pulled Daji away, and then also held Dashun down as she told Li Mingguang, "Xiao Hu, let go."

Seeing Qiao Qingyu, tears suddenly filled Xiao Hu’s eyes and he let go of his hold.

Qiao Qingyu also took the opportunity to carry Xiao Hu to the side.

Having gotten up, Dashun looked at Qiao Qingyu. He dared not speak; he recognized Qiao Qingyu, the one who drove the prettiest tractor. Every time she passed by, he watched Li Mingguang sitting inside with envy, jealousy, and hatred.

Behind their backs, everyone cursed Li Mingguang as a lackey.

Usually, adults who saw this kind of situation would loudly call someone over to settle the matter, or have their parents come to apologize, or they might simply give them a slap across the face.

But no one expected that He Xuerong’s little aunt, who could drive a tractor, wouldn’t even dare to let out a peep.

It seems they weren’t wrong—He Xuerong was the little mute, and their little aunt was the big mute.

Then they heard a few children laughing loudly behind them.

Qiao Qingyu didn’t mind and took one child by the hand into the yard.

Xiao Hu was in a sorry state, his body and face covered with grime, and his hand had been scratched by claws.

Luckily, there was no bleeding.

Qiao Qingyu checked him over; thankfully, she had arrived just in time.

After washing their little hands and faces, she made them sit on small stools. Qiao Qingyu asked Li Mingguang, her voice very stern, "Why aren’t you in kindergarten?"

Wiping a tear, Xiao Hu hurriedly explained, "We didn’t run off. Today the kindergarten suddenly had a lot of rats, and the teachers were terrified. They sent us all back in a big truck to the family compound. The security guard at the gate said you were home, so I planned to take Rongrong home first. But I didn’t expect to run into Dashun and Daji. They wanted to play war with us. I didn’t agree, and the three of them blocked me and even mocked Rongrong..."

Qiao Qingyu was startled too. Mice suddenly appearing in the kindergarten?

Aunt Qiao hadn’t mentioned this earlier, nor had she mentioned picking up Rongrong. So, had it just happened?

It was certainly dangerous, not just ordinarily so.

Xiao Hu looked up, his voice firm, "Aunt Qiao, this is a personal grievance between Dashun and me. We need to resolve it ourselves. If you get involved, their moms will come and scold you."

Qiao Qingyu smiled, "A personal grievance?"

"Yes, Aunt Qiao, Dashun actually isn’t a bad kid. He even helped me guard your house over there. But he has a sharp tongue, and this time I have to teach him a lesson."

Their earnestness while speaking such words was quite cute at five years old.

"How will you solve it?"

Xiao Hu hesitated, "Aunt Qiao, can I keep it a secret?"

Qiao Qingyu frowned. "Xiao Hu, hitting people is wrong and hurting someone even more so. You can’t do dangerous things."

Xiao Hu’s eyes widened, "Aunt Qiao, I promise I won’t do bad things. I’m a good kid..."

"Don’t take Rongrong with you," Qiao Qingyu suddenly felt really worried.

After a thought, she told Xiao Hu, "Leave this matter to Aunt Qiao, I promise to make Dashun cry and apologize."

Xiao Hu, "Really?"

Qiao Qingyu nodded, "Really!"

She had Xiao Hu and Rongrong sit under the grape trellis, and then she went into the kitchen. There was still half a bag of potatoes at home, which she had stored in the space, so they hadn’t sprouted even in this season.

She peeled and cut five large potatoes into fries, washed them several times, and then soaked them in a basin.

After waiting for about ten minutes, she scooped them out to drain.