Quick Transmigration: Underdog Turns out to be Untouchable-Chapter 1174 - 1084: Lady Prime Minister 22

Though the village chief’s words were harsh, Old Man Yin’s expression on his face was quite natural, without any sign of anger.

"Village chief, it’s like this: my third son has been gone for several days already. I hope you can mobilize the villagers to help search for him. My third son wouldn’t just leave us silently and ignore us. Something must have happened to him."

When Old Man Yin got to this point, he hesitated a bit, hinting, "Village chief, you see, my second son did something wrong, so I drove him out. He originally didn’t have a penny, but now in such a short time, he suddenly has so much silver. Don’t you find it strange? Money isn’t that easy to earn."

The village chief "..."

It’s obvious he suspected that Yin Zheng’s family harmed Yin Cheng and then took his silver to lead the good life they now enjoy.

The village chief was almost amused by Old Man Yin’s accusation, speechless and not knowing what to say. He simply couldn’t understand how there could be such a parent in this world.

"I can guarantee that Yin Zheng isn’t that kind of person. Besides, when Yin Cheng left, many in the village saw him. It’s just that no one knew he would actually leave the village and not come back.

As for the silver Yin Zheng earned, it’s all from legitimate sources. Just ask at the jewelry shop and you’ll know. Don’t make baseless accusations against others.

Your third son, having taken money, isn’t either in town or the county, but has surely gone to live the good life.

If you’re really so worried about your third son, I’ll give you a suggestion: go to the county government and file a complaint, saying that your third son stole silver from the home and went to the county.

I can guarantee you that once you file the complaint, the county government officials will find him for you within three days."

After saying this, the village chief directly and firmly chased away Old Man Yin, who still wanted to say something. He really liked the boy Yin Zheng but couldn’t stand Old Man Yin’s overt favoritism.

Old Man Yin left the village chief’s house, unwilling, with a lost and bewildered expression on his face, his once straight back now bent, looking a good decade older.

As he walked through the village, he ran into the happy and cheerful family of four: Yin Zheng, Mrs. Wang, Shuangshuang, and Yin An, who were out picking a spot for their house foundation.

Old Man Yin looked at this joyful family of four with resentful eyes, thinking everyone in the village was deceived, and that surely his precious third son was harmed by this vicious family.

His third son was always filial, and could never do something like stealing family’s money and abandoning his parents. His third son couldn’t possibly be this unfilial.

He had been so good to his third son since he was young, never denying any request, even giving his heart and soul. How could his son not be filial? It was impossible.

The family of four, being stared at with resentful eyes by Old Man Yin, walked past him, just casually giving him a glance as if he were a stranger, devoid of any emotion.

The angry expression Old Man Yin had prepared froze on his face at being ignored!

Old Man Yin was initially stunned, and then a greater wave of anger surged to his heart.

This family, which he had discarded and driven out, actually dared to ignore him. How dare they ignore him, how could they ignore him? On what basis do they ignore him!

Old Man Yin stormed home, where Mrs. Feng, wearing tattered clothing, was spreading fertilizer in the garden, filling the whole yard with stench.

Seeing Mrs. Feng, who seemed to have aged twenty years in a matter of days, Old Man Yin frowned in disgust.

Back in the room, he said to Mrs. Zhao, who was sitting on the bed sewing, "We’re almost out of flour—quick, grind some more, don’t wait until we run out and then start."

Mrs. Zhao was a bit taken aback, wanting to say they had plenty of flour for now and didn’t need to grind more immediately, but seeing the displeasure on Old Man Yin’s face, she swallowed her words. Fine, then she’d grind more, anyway she’s not the one doing it.

Mrs. Zhao went directly to the vegetable garden, where Mrs. Feng was spreading fertilizer, and said, "Hurry up, can’t your hands and feet work together? I’ve never seen such a clumsy woman like you.

We’re almost out of flour, hurry and finish the work in the garden, and grind a bag of flour today. If you haven’t finished by dinner, then you shouldn’t eat tonight."

At this moment, Mrs. Hu came out of the house, and Mrs. Zhao casually instructed her, "Watch Mrs. Feng later, make sure she grinds a bag of flour, don’t let her slack off."

"Yes, mom, I know." Mrs. Hu readily agreed, delighted to see Mrs. Feng, who used to live in luxury and did almost no work other than gossip with her sharp tongue, now so busy everyday.

Mrs. Feng secretly wept, her eyes filled with resentment and despair. This painful and hopeless life, she really couldn’t endure any longer.

Everyday, the endless work made her even want to die. Mrs. Feng resented Mrs. Zhao, resented Mrs. Hu, but she resented most her son Yin Cheng, who left her behind to face the wrath of Mrs. Zhao and Old Man Yin.

The house site for Shuangshuang’s family was finally chosen near the river on a small hill in the village.

This location was like a small mound, higher than the river surface, with quite a large area. The downside was that there weren’t many families around, so it was a bit remote. The upside was that it could accommodate a slightly larger house.

Yin Zheng simply bought all the surrounding land up to the river, measuring approximately fifty acres

In fact, Yin Zheng didn’t originally intend to buy so much, but Shuangshuang decided to buy the whole lot.

Shuangshuang planned to employ a couple of long-term workers to farm the surrounding land after the house was built, and keep chickens, ducks, geese, pigs, and sheep near the river, making it convenient for them to have grains, vegetables, and meat in the future. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

After securing the land for the house, Shuangshuang began earnestly weaving golden hairpins. While Shuangshuang worked, some village girls gathered to watch her, hoping to learn the skill from her.

However, after seeing Shuangshuang’s swift movements, the village girls found themselves left far behind, even when Shuangshuang slowed down and carefully taught them.

The result was that while Shuangshuang’s work was exquisite and beautiful, theirs was either loose, not compact, or oddly shaped, and in any case, unsellable.

In the end, the girls had no choice but to give up, admiring Shuangshuang’s hands which seemed to work like magic, realizing it wasn’t a skill everyone could master.

During the next trip into the county, besides selling the hairpins to the Treasure Pavilion, the complete set of hairpieces ordered by the County Magistrate’s Wife was also ready.

The County Magistrate’s Wife was very pleased, rewarding Shuangshuang with a large sum of silver, fifteen hundred taels, and altogether with the silver from selling at the Treasure Pavilion before, Shuangshuang earned almost three thousand taels.

As was their habit, they celebrated with a nice meal when they earned money. Mrs. Wang had been longing for the eight treasure duck from the restaurant since their last visit, so this time Yin Zheng decided they’d have it again.

Unexpectedly, as the family entered the restaurant, they unexpectedly ran into Yin Cheng, who had fled with the silver!