Transmigration: The Evil Mother-In-Law Is Actually Innocent!-Chapter 64 - Dividing the Family_1

Zhou Shuren, in a good mood, picked up a book, the corners of his mouth involuntarily curled upwards.

It’s good to have a reaction; he feared for those so thick-skinned that even a needle wouldn’t penetrate!

Once Zhulan walked out of the courtyard, she calmed down.

Zhou Shuren must have made that quick promise because he was worried about their trust in each other.

With this thought, she scolded herself.

In the afternoon, Zhulan went to make cotton-padded clothes and quilts with her daughter and Lady Zhao.

Fortunately, Lady Zhao was focused on her work, which allowed Zhulan to settle down and stay; otherwise, she would have run off early.

As it got darker inside, Zhulan’s neck started to feel stiff.

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She moved it around, planning to continue making clothes the next day.

In ancient times, Zhulan still couldn’t adapt to the indoor lighting.

Without glass and with small windows for warmth, plus thick window paper, one could imagine the dimness inside.

They had to light oil lamps before it got dark outside, but the brightness of the oil lamps was not high, which made reading and sewing particularly tiring for the eyes.

Zhulan folded the cotton-padded jacket and paused before realizing, “Where did Lady Li go?”

She’s at home.

These past few days, to keep her position as the eldest daughter-in-law, Lady Li surely would’ve been circling around her.

She knew she felt like something was off!

Xue Han raised her head, “Mother, when I arrived, I saw sister-in-law going out.”

She left the rest unsaid, knowing her mother could guess.

Zhulan just remembered what she had forgotten, “Right, why did all the women gather at the village entrance today?”

Oh right, Zhou Family Village’s gossip hub was indeed the village entrance.

She still didn’t understand why they insisted on gathering at the entrance, where there was nothing to shelter them from wind or sunlight.

Xue Han, pretending to be injured and not able to go outside, shook her head in ignorance.

Lady Zhao put away her needlework, “Wang Laosi and his daughter came back with big and small packages.

The village is abuzz with how much money Wang Laosi made.”

Zhulan, who had enjoyed shopping, had indeed forgotten about the father and daughter.

As for how much they made, she wasn’t concerned since it had nothing to do with the Zhou family.

It was time to make dinner, and Lady Li came back, still not finished with her excitement, and upon seeing Zhulan brewing medicine, she first felt guilty and then excited, “Mother, the Wang family is causing a ruckus over dividing their household!”

Zhulan wasn’t relying on novels anymore; her life had changed completely.

She accepted the plot twist of the early family division with equanimity, “Did they divide?”

Lady Li glanced at the staple food and dishes that her mother had taken out, knowing what to do for dinner.

A piece of pork belly was divided into three parts: one with chili, another with potatoes, and the last one, with the most fat, was to be fried.

The staple foods were pancake and millet porridge.

While starting to wash the vegetables, Lady Li gossiped, “They haven’t divided yet, but it will happen soon.

Wang Zhang’s wife has used all her tactics: crying, making scenes, and even threatening to hang herself, but Wang Laosi is determined to divide the household.”

Zhulan ignored the particular regret in Lady Li’s voice, “What did Wang Laosi buy?”

Lady Li said, “He bought twenty catties of rice and fine flour, and bought quite a bit of meat, reportedly about five catties, as well as a lot of cotton and fabric.”

Zhulan calculated in her mind: Two jars of pickled cabbage amounted to just thirty catties.

The pickled cabbage could at most sell for four wen per cattie, and the restaurant wouldn’t pay more than the price of meat.

What Wang Laosi’s family bought far exceeded the income from the pickled cabbage.

The recipe must have been sold.

Once Wang Zhang’s wife got to work, it wouldn’t take long before the recipe became widely known.

The price of pickled cabbage would decrease, and restaurants with the recipe wouldn’t buy from outside anymore.

The Li family had made quite a bit and needed to sell it quickly or they would definitely lose money.

Wang Ru had made a quick deal, but had cheated both the Li family and Wang Zhang’s wife.

Zhulan wanted to break down the analysis for Lady Li, but then swallowed her words back.

She’d leave that to the eldest to discuss when he went back to his father-in-law’s home.

After dinner, Zhulan informed Zhou Shuren about the recipe.

Zhou Shuren called the eldest, and also summoned the second, suggesting they all go to the Li family together.