The Lady's Sickly Husband

C33. Embarrassment, Thick-Faced

In view that there were outsiders coming, the village head changed his expression and stood up, "Since you have guests, let's go inside." As the sayings went that domestic shame shouldn't be made public. This incident was about the village, he couldn't let outsiders know and laugh at them.

As the head, he also had to consider on behalf of the village. Now the village of Wang clan had so declined that it only relied on domestic vegetable fields at the front and back of each household and hunting in the forest, or, sometimes, short-term jobs.

All this was because of the famine a dozen of years ago. During that time, the previous village head and elders had sold out all the paddy fields to a big household in the village of Li clan in exchange of grain to get through the winter.

Now the village couldn't afford a doctor or teachers. Many households barely made ends meet. If this continued, the village of Wang clan would be facing a worrying future.

Now Mrs. Ning was able to make such a good food which sold great at Tianxiang city. Probably, this was an opportunity for the village of Wang clan. Naturally, the head didn't want the brand to be ruined by others.

"Welcome to come in. Head and elders." Mo Qianxue replied respectfully and suddenly she turned to point at the Zhao couple, voicing turning cold and tough, "But these two filthy thing, forgive me for not allowing them in. My husband likes everything clean. He will be annoyed if dirty things stain my house."

They dared to come to make a scene, then she dared to deliberately embarrass them!

The onlooking villagers at once remembered the incident happened a dozen of days ago and began to show detesting on their face and stepped back, as if they feared to be polluted by the stinky air from the couple.

"You..." Sister Zhao, though thick-faced she was, now felt so embarrassed that she even wanted to escape from the site.

Mo Qianxue took a despising glimpse at the complicated faces of the Zhao couple, cursing in secrecy, you deserved that!

Then she turned to the head, "Please come in and have a rest for a moment. I'll be right there."

Meanwhile, Azhao and Xiaoqizi had entered the yard. Mo Qianxue got out to welcome them, ignoring the stunned village head and elders.

"Guard Azhao, today I have private matter to handle. Please take the tofu and head for the capital at once. As for the money, we can settle next time."

"Mrs. Ning, do you need help? The seventh young lord has told us..." Azhao frowned.

"No thanks!" Mo Qianxue answered firmly.

"Take the tofu and leave at once. We can talk tomorrow. Sister Guihua..."

Then she ordered sister Guihua to help upload the tofu onto the carriage as fast as possible.

All finished in a decisive and clear-cut way.

In the middle of the process, Zhao Ergou wanted to interrupt, but he was stopped by elder Yun's gaze.

Elder Yun had been a village elder for twenty years and become a shrewd cunning old man long ago.

He knew from inside and out of what village head had in mind and what Zhao Ergou had in mind.

Utilizing this Zhao Ergou, probably, they could get the tofu recipe and then the village of Wang clan could prosper again. He stroked his thin moustache and regarded the carriage of Baiyunju, eyes flowing of cunningness and sitting there as steady as Mount Tai.

Azhao had wanted to stay in order to watch on the situation, ready to help her.

However, Mo Qianxue was able to read his intention, and after all tofu was carried onto the carriage, she gave a slap in the buttock of the horse. By the sudden attack, the horse got startled and set off immediately. Azhao hurriedly tried to stop the horse, but from the corners of his eyes, he saw Mo Qianxue waved goodbye to him.