I Transmigrated Into A Divorce And Remarried A Hunter Husband Chapter 16

Chapter 16, Quarrel and Humiliation

Sun Yiming also thought about running away.

It's just that he thought that he would be ashamed to go out with a bruised nose and a swollen face, and he would be laughed to death, so he gave up.

When he was hungry, he went to the kitchen to take a look. The porridge was mushy and the buns were cold. He wanted to heat it up, but found that he couldn't make a fire at all.

Finally, I ate cold buns and cold porridge.

This is the first time.

In the early days, there was a mother and sister-in-law in the family, and after getting married, the Han family never let him eat cold food.

He will not leave him at home, and take his three daughters back to his mother's house.

beat him and made him sleep in the study.

He has a very bad premonition...

The carriage slowed down after entering the town, and as agreed, the three mothers were sent directly to the door of the house.

The carriage stopped in front of the house, and Han Qiao asked the three daughters to carry things.

Mother brought a piece of bacon, ten eggs, and five big pumpkins, and several aunts and aunts also brought two pumpkins. A dozen big pumpkins are enough for the family to eat for a long time.

However, Han Qiao planned to steam the pumpkin to make steamed buns and take it out to see if he could sell it for money.

She settled the carriage money to the coachman.

"A total of fifty essays, thank you very much."

"It should, it should." The coachman smiled politely.

They drive cars for hard-earned money.

"I have to ask you to help me run another day." Han Qiao said again.

"Okay, you tell me a day in advance, I'm afraid that if I go elsewhere."

Han Qiao nodded.

The coachman saw that they had moved all their things, so he drove the carriage home.

Go back at this point, settle the horses, and go to work in the field.

It is not easy to make money these days. It is even more difficult to make hard money without a backer and illiterate.

After Sun Xiu opened the door, Sun Yi and Sun Ke immediately helped carry things to the yard.

Thirteen big pumpkins, each of which weighs more than ten catties, look like a big pile of golden ones.

"Mother..." Sun Ke whispered.

Han Qiao scratched her nose, "Mother will fry bacon and steamed eggs for you tonight."

"Wow, wow." Sun Ke responded quickly.

All smiles.

I also ate bacon at grandma and grandpa's house today, but only two slices.

The meat in the bowl is gone.

Sun Yiming walked out of the study, stood under the eaves, looked at the four of them, "You are back."

The three children responded vaguely, those who moved things carried things, and those who ran away ran away, so no one approached him.

It was Han Qiao who raised his eyes and looked at him lightly, "How many thousand-character essays have you written?"

"I'm not lazy today, I've written twenty-three books." Sun Yiming puffed out his chest proudly.

Han Qiao heard the words, calculated how much money can be exchanged for more than 20 books, and the money for the pots and pans has been settled, so the attitude is naturally improved, "That's good, you can eat a few more pieces of meat at night."

"Is there any wine?" Sun Yiming asked hurriedly.

"What? You still want to drink and beat up our mothers?" Han Qiao said coldly.

His eyes stared fiercely at Sun Yiming.

Sun Yiming trembled reflexively, and hurriedly explained, "No, it's not."

"It's fine if you don't, go back to the house and write a thousand-character essay for me."

After Han Qiao finished speaking, regardless of Sun Yiming, he went into the kitchen and asked Sun Xiu and Sun Yi to plan a pumpkin out and steam it in a pot.

Take out all the flour at home again.

"Mother, do you want to make steamed buns?" Sun Xiu frowned and asked.

"Well, let's steam the pumpkin first, and then you and Ayi will go to the bookstore and exchange the thousand-character text for money."

Letting Sun Yiming write a thousand-character essay will not last long.

No one knows when the accident will come, and she has to hold the silver in her hands before the accident happens.

Sun Xiu and Sun Yi nodded quickly.

They understand Han Qiao's worry, so they won't ask more questions.

After the pumpkin was planed out and steamed in a pan, Han Qiao went to the study.

Sun Yiming is writing hard.

When this man was serious, he wasn't that unbearable. But beating up his wife and children after being drunk is really ruthless.

Seeing Han Qiao entering the room, Sun Yiming raised his head to talk to her, but Han Qiao stared fiercely at him and hurriedly buried his head in writing.

Han Qiao stepped forward to check the thousand-character essay written by Sun Yiming today.

I sorted out one by one, and counted a total of twenty-five.

After packing and taking out the house, Sun Xiu and Sun Yi were already waiting.

Han Qiao handed them the burden, "Be careful on the road."

"Um."

The two sisters went out together, and Han Qiao went to crush the steamed pumpkin, let it cool slightly, and mixed it with flour.

There was no yeast in ancient times, the steamed buns were a bit hard, and the flour was a bit thick, but the noodles were full of fragrance.

Han Qiao didn't dare to use all the flour to make steamed buns, fearing that if they couldn't sell them, they would be bad if they couldn't eat them.

The reconciled dough is fermented in a pot.

Turn around and draw water to fill the tank.

Sun Ke was teasing ants in the corner alone.

After the water tank was full, Han Qiao went to tidy up the house again, sweeping the inside and outside of the main room, and wiped it clean.

Sun Xiu and Sun Yi are back.

It was also the first time that Sun Xiu handed over the money to Han Qiao.

Han Qiao took the money and put it in his purse.

"You can make steamed buns."

Niang San is busy in the kitchen. There is no steamer at home, but a bamboo rack is placed in a pot to steam twelve steamed buns at a time.

While steaming the steamed buns, Sun Xiu had already washed the basket and prepared the gauze.

After the steamed buns were ready, Han Qiao took one, tore it up and gave it to the three daughters to taste, and he also tasted a piece.

"Mother, it's delicious, sweet." Sun Ke boasted that he couldn't bear to swallow it.

Sun Xiu and Sun Yi also thought it was delicious.

Han Qiao took a bite, it was very chewy and fragrant.

"Mother, how much do you sell for one?" Sun Xiu asked.

"You call for two Wen for one, buy two for three Wen."

Sun Xiu and Sun Yi had no intention of losing face at all, they only wanted to sell steamed buns to make money.

The two sisters walked out of the house together, Sun Xiu was still a little embarrassed, but Sun Yi shouted, "Selling steamed buns, delicious steamed buns."

"Sell steamed buns, delicious steamed buns."

Han Qiao paused slightly for kneading steamed buns in the kitchen when she heard the cries.

This is a child who has suffered and suffered. In order to survive, he does nothing artificially.

She kneaded twelve steamed buns and put them in the pot.

Sun Ke lit the fire.

The mother and daughter were sweating profusely and hot.

Sun Yiming stood at the door of the kitchen and asked in a low voice, "Did you ask Axiu and Ayi to sell steamed buns?"

Han Qiao wiped her sweat, "I think selling food is better than laying paper figurines for the coffin, what do you think?"

Sun Yiming opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

"I work hard to copy books, and I can earn money to support my family."

"Yes, it is indeed possible, but I think you should think about it more. You asked how much money your elder brother borrowed. If he came to ask for it, what should you pay back."

Sun Yiming turned pale when he heard the words, "You, you know?"

"Sun Yiming, it took eight lifetimes of misfortune to marry you, a scum, a scum, a wimp, a beast, a pig and a dog." Han Qiao cursed angrily.

reached out and grabbed Sun Yiming by the collar and dragged him into the yard.

Sun Yiming hurriedly begged for mercy, "Don't hit me, I'm going to copy the books right now, I'm going to copy the books right now."

Han Qiao's raised hand froze in the air.

Then he let go of his hand slowly, "Not yet."

Sun Yiming crawled into the study, slammed the door, leaned his back on the door, his heart was beating violently, and he was in a panic.

(end of this chapter)

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