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Transmigration: The Evil Mother-In-Law Is Actually Innocent!-Chapter 74 - Moved Next Door_1
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Zhao Shi stopped crying as well, feeling she had shed tears in vain.
It wasn’t worth it to get angry with a fool, so she continued to lower her head and wrap dumplings.
Zhulan clapped her hands, heard the commotion from the Zheng family, and signaled for Lady Li to go out and take a look.
Lady Li obediently went out and soon came back.
“Mother, Wang’s family has moved into the Zheng’s house; they’re paying Five Coins a day.
Aunt Zheng really has a dark heart.”
Zhao Shi scoffed, “Who made Wang act so generous, acting richer than a landlord?
If Aunt Zheng doesn’t fleece him, who will she fleece?”
She looked down on Wang, who didn’t protect his wife and ignored his daughter being mistreated; he was nothing but a spineless wretch in her eyes.
Her own husband was better, protecting both her and their daughter, always secretly buying them tasty treats whenever he went out.
Thinking of her husband made Zhao Shi’s face flush.
Zhulan wasn’t interested in observing Zhao Shi’s changing expressions, her heart was congested with annoyance.
Now they had become neighbors; thankfully, she had just put up a new wall.
Sleeping wouldn’t be peaceful with Wang Ru living next door.
At night, two big pots of dumplings filled a table to the brim.
Each of her four sons had two large plates, not to mention several bowls of dumpling soup.
The oldest granddaughter, though not of great size, had eaten seven dumplings and wanted more, but feared indigestion if she ate too late into the night.
In the end, not only were the two big pots of dumplings eaten up, but even the dumpling soup was all gone.
Zhulan felt a tinge of sorrow; after all, a meal of dumplings was no imperial feast, yet they still struggled to feel full.
After eating, no one wanted to move.
Little grandson Ming Teng patted his round belly, “If only we could eat dumplings every day.”
Lady Li smacked her son on the head.
“Dream on, being able to eat pure flour dumplings a few times a year is already good.”
In other families, they only got to eat dumplings once a year during festivals.
With that thought, she felt quite content, knowing her sisters envied her for marrying well!
Zhou Shuren, ever since he learned about his family’s assets, felt reassured and was no longer nitpicky about everything.
Eating dumplings once or twice was nothing now.
He smiled lovingly at his sons’ puffed-up cheeks, reminiscing about his own father’s questions, “Mother, do you think Dad has reached Jiangnan yet?”
Zhulan had specifically asked her nephew; travelling by horse carriage from the county to the canal without delays took around ten days, and from the canal down south to Suzhou and Hangzhou at least another ten days, and that was with favorable winds.
If slow, it could take almost twenty days.
She calculated silently, “I guess your dad is still on the boat; it will be a few more days before he arrives.”
Ancient transportation was truly awful, and that was even with the canal excavated.
Without the canal, it would take even longer.
Zhou Shuren counted the days, “By the time Dad gets home, won’t it be almost Little New Year?”
Zhulan, “Yes, it’s nearly a two-month round trip.”
This was assuming that the return journey went smoothly without the canal freezing over.
If it froze, they would have to travel slowly by the official road, which took even longer.
Zhulan suddenly thought of the beauties clouding Jiangnan and wondered whether Zhou Shuren would be dazzled by them.
Humph, it didn’t matter; they were bound together; Zhou Shuren being dazzled was useless.
Zhulan started to feel a bit emotional and stood up, not wanting to talk anymore.
“Eldest, get the table cleaned up quickly; everyone go and rest.”
Lady Li, with her keen intuition, sensed her mother’s displeasure.
“Alright, Mother.”
As soon as Zhulan stepped out, Lady Li complained to her husband, “Why bring up the sore subject?
Mother and father have never been apart this long; now she’s missing him again.”
Zhulan hadn’t gone far and nearly slipped and fell.
Pfft, as if she missed Zhou Shuren!
On the sailboat, Zhou Shuren touched the silver note in his pocket.
He had been quite lucky; Zhuo prefecture was a bustling hub for canal traffic, teeming with merchants.
Naturally, there was no shortage of deceivers, particularly in the trade of forgeries.
During his rest at the Armed Escort Agency, he took a stroll and happened upon a seller of fake antiques.
He didn’t foolishly call them out as fakes; instead, he played the role of a buyer’s friend, leading the buyer away to prevent him from getting swindled and assisting as an appraiser.
For his help, the merchant gratefully gave him a sum totaling two hundred Silver Coins.
Zhou Shuren marveled at the merchant’s wealth and sharpness, and praised his intelligence.
By giving him such a sum of coins, he was creating good karma.
Since the establishment of the new dynasty, the status of merchants had waned, and they avoided offending scholars if they could.
He too benefited from the privilege of being a scholar.
Li Shuan pushed the door open.
“Brother-in-law, I inquired; if we continue smoothly, we’ll arrive in two days.”
Zhou Shuren, tired of complaining about transportation, just nodded.
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Yes, he had had his fill of fish.
“We’re finally arriving.”
Li Shuan nodded.
“I’m about to go stir-crazy on this boat.”
Zhou Shuren noticed his brother-in-law pulling out his chest pouch to check it, then carefully placing it back.
He was worried about being robbed; the boat was full of miscellaneous people.
Li Shuan touched his pouch, filled with satisfaction.
With this money, even if his remedy didn’t sell in Jiangnan, he could still give his mother a decent account when he got home.
Zhou Shuren chuckled.
In Zhuo prefecture, he had conveniently sold his remedy to a familiar merchant.
The remedy didn’t contain much technical expertise; it was bought for personal consumption and fetched a high price of twenty taels.
He then sold it to two more households, accumulating fifty taels in silver notes.
His brother-in-law had made a good profit as well.
Zhou Shuren also lost interest in reading, wondering if Zhulan was thinking of him!
The next morning dawned clear and bright.
Zhulan could finally relax, no longer worrying about snow disasters; instead, she welcomed the omen of a bountiful year indicated by auspicious snowfall.
After the snow, the weather became colder, suitable for freezing meat—a great time for butchering pigs.
After breakfast, Zhulan instructed her eldest son to fetch Butcher Li to slaughter the pigs.
Both of Zhulan’s pigs were well-raised, each weighing around 250 pounds.
In ancient times, pigs over 250 were considered fatty.
Standing at the pigpen entrance, Zhulan’s mind raced with thoughts of blood sausages, steamed pig’s blood, stir-fried intestines, braised pork, sweet and sour ribs, cold pig’s ear salad, soy sauce marinated bones, and she couldn’t help but swallow her saliva.