MTL - I Transmigrated Into A Divorce And Remarried A Hunter Husband-Chapter 11 , talk just talk

  Chapter 11, Let's Talk

  Sun Xiu returned home and immediately gave the money to Han Qiao.

   Then check the rice paper to see if there is any damage.

  Generally, those who copy books of this kind will give a few more sheets of rice paper, and more ink will be given just in case there is not enough.

  If there are more, you can keep them by yourself.

  Sun Xiu did things more carefully, and said after checking, "Mother, there is no problem."

  Han Qiao hummed, took rice paper and ink into the room, and said to the dejected Sun Yiming, "You must write five thousand-character essays before going to bed at night, otherwise you will not be able to sleep."

   "..."

  Sun Yiming was stunned.

  Want to write at night?

   "Looking at you like this, I think five is too little, maybe seven."

  Han Qiao looked at Sun Yiming and said coldly, "If you dare to refuse, I will beat you again."

  Put rice paper and ink on the desk, turn around and go to the kitchen to cook dinner.

  Sun Yiming stood where he was, cursing in a low voice, "Bandits, beasts, Han Paopi."

  Thinking that I have to write seven thousand-character essays at night before I can sleep, I can only start writing the thousand-character essay with hatred and tears.

  He has never experienced such a life in dire straits and without resistance.

   It’s hard to tell, just like eating Coptis chinensis.

   In addition to pain, it is still pain.

  Dinner is pumpkin porridge, fried pickles, and a Chinese dish, and I ate dinner early while it was still dark.

  Sun Yiming went back to his study to write a thousand-character essay after dinner.

  Han Qiao took her three daughters to move things to the house, make the bed, and tidy up the clothes to dry.

  Heng family

  Tonight's dinner is extraordinarily rich, with meat, eggs and steamed buns.

  Old man Heng said to Heng Yi in a rare way, "Fifth."

   "Yes." Heng Yi replied heavily.

   "Did you go hunting today?" Old man Heng asked.

   "Hmm." Another dull echo.

   Thinking that if Heng Yi didn't go hunting, the family would lose a fortune, and Grandma Heng's heart ached.

  But she didn't dare to talk about it now, so she could only grit her teeth and stare at Heng Yi.

   "Then what are your plans?" old man Heng asked.

   "Marry a wife, separate the family, and move out." Heng Yi's voice was very soft, but it seemed to be well thought out and loud.

  Grandma Heng stood up abruptly, opening her mouth to scold.

  The old man Heng shouted angrily, "Sit down."

  Grandma Heng trembled in fright, and sat down silently again.

   "Fifth, your mother and I are still here, it's too early to separate."

   "Didn't father separate from uncle, third uncle, and fifth uncle when grandma was still there?" Heng Yi retorted.

  The blocked old man Heng was speechless.

  Grandma Heng hurriedly said, "That can't be the same."

"Why is it different? I go hunting early every day, and when I come home, I can't have a sip of hot tea or a bite of meat. This year, I'm still a bachelor in my twenties, and the sum of money in my hand is less than five renminbi. You still want me to do it for this?" Home is like a cow or a horse?"

   This is the first time Heng Yi has spoken so many words.

   It is also the first time to express my dissatisfaction and resentment.

   "I won't take a penny from my family in the future, and it's up to you whether you divide it or not." Heng Yi took a few bites of the rice in the bowl, left the bowl and chopsticks, got up and left.

   "Damn, why do I have such a hard life, raising such a wolf with a heart and a heart." Mrs. Heng cried and cursed.

  The old man Heng remained silent.

  The hand holding the bowl was shaking, showing his anger.

  If you are more careful, you will find that Heng Yi has never touched meat or scrambled eggs at night.

   "Old man..." Granny Heng whispered.

  Old man Heng was silent for a moment before saying, "Tell him a wife."

   "Really marry him a wife and divide the family?" Mrs. Heng asked eagerly.

  The hatred on his face grew stronger.

   "Otherwise? If it wasn't for the **** things you did, what would happen?"

  The prey they should bring home from Heng Yi is getting less and less, so they should understand.

  It's too late to say anything now.

  Sun Family

  Sun Yiming finished writing seven thousand-character essays, his back hurts and his whole body hurts.

  He got up and exercised his muscles and bones, and went out of the study to go to the hut. He saw Han Qiao moved the bamboo recliner to enjoy the shade in the yard, but the third child was nowhere to be seen.

  Sun Yiming wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.

   Opened his mouth, sighed softly, and went to the latrine to relieve himself.

  After returning, Han Qiao still ignored him on the bamboo recliner, and didn't even look at him, as if he was a ball of air.

  He pulled a chair and sat beside Han Qiao, "Mr. Han, let's talk."

   "..."

  Han Qiao glanced back at Sun Yiming.

  Under the moonlight, I don’t really know what he looks like.

  But it didn't prevent her from hating this irresponsible scumbag who had domestic violence.

"Okay, let's talk about it, but what should we talk about? Now that the family is separated, why the house deed and land deed are held in your mother's hands instead of mine. It's useless to talk about yourself. Shangxiu hit me and my daughter to vent my anger. Or talk about you being a worthless wretch who can’t earn a penny, and use our mother’s money to eat and drink, and pretend to be stupid in front of your cronies.”

"Sun Yiming, I've had enough of the days when I couldn't see the light of day. The beating yesterday made me understand that my humiliation won't make you wake up, feel guilty, and be self-reliant. So I decided to fight an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. If you beat me up, I will beat you back. If you dare to scold me, I will smash your face and tear your mouth. let you die."

   "I found that after thinking about it, life is not so hard."

   It is said that bare feet are not afraid of wearing shoes.

  Han Qiao's words sent chills down Sun Yiming's spine.

  He swallowed, thinking that Han Qiao was crazy.

   "Don't you want to talk about it? I've already talked about it. What do you want to talk about?" Han Qiao asked gloomily.

  Sun Yiming opened his mouth and couldn't say a word.

   "I don't ask too much of you now. After writing two hundred thousand-character essays, you can do whatever you like. I will definitely not stop you."

   "Really?" Sun Yiming asked eagerly.

   "If you say that, you will be struck by thunder."

  Two hundred thousand-character texts, and twenty taels of silver, can buy a house in a small town, and she has to go to the yamen to ask how a woman can apply for household registration, and she has to make plans for the future.

  Sun Yiming has no conscience, the Sun family has a lot of calculations, and her natal family can't rely on her, so she can only rely on herself for everything.

   "Does today's writing count?" Sun Yiming asked again.

   "It doesn't count."

   "..."

   "The counting starts from tomorrow." Han Qiao patted Sun Yiming on the shoulder, "Come on, you will be free after writing two hundred thousand-character essays."

  Sun Yiming couldn't sleep in the main room at night, he just laid the floor in the study alone, Han Qiao was not afraid of him running away, as long as he dared to run away, she would beat gongs and drums to find him in Ninghe Town tomorrow.

  Sun Yiming did not dare to sleep in the same room with Han Qiao.

  Sleeping in the study was just what he wanted.

  It's just that he is more anxious than Han Qiao to write two hundred thousand-character essays.

  He got up at dawn, came back from the hut to fetch water, wash his face and rinse his mouth, and then began to write a thousand-character essay.

  By noon, he had finished writing twenty thousand-character texts.

   "I still have one hundred and eighty-seven books left."

  Han Qiao hummed.

  He took the books and went out with his three daughters.

  She still locked the gate, but there is a back door in this yard. If Sun Yiming wants to leave, he can still go through the back door.

  But Sun Yiming's face was swollen like a pig's head, so he didn't dare to go out.

  Because Han Qiao promised him to write two hundred thousand-character essays and let him go, there is hope. With the remaining rice paper and ink, he could still write two thousand-character texts, so he didn't stop and continued to write.

  Han Qiao took the three children to the bookstore first, exchanged the books for money, and took forty thousand-character Xuan paper and ink.

   "Thank you shopkeeper, can I ask you something."

   "Excuse me, Mrs. Sun."

   "How can a woman's family get a household registration?"

   Shopkeeper Xie was dumbfounded by Han Qiao's question.

   "You have to go to the yamen to ask about this, find the Dian Bo, put some money in, and the Dian Bo should tell you what the regulations are."

  Han Qiao thanked quickly, told shopkeeper Xie to come back later to get the rice paper and ink, and took the three children to the Yamen.

  (end of this chapter)