Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress-Chapter 22 - The Scum Relative comes to the door (1)_1

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22: Chapter 22: The Scum Relative comes to the door (1)_1

22: Chapter 22: The Scum Relative comes to the door (1)_1

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“It’s me, Cai Wei.”

As soon as the words fell, the room was immediately filled with a clamor of fumbling noises, the sound of things being knocked over.

After the commotion, Jiujin rushed out, overcome with excitement.

“Sister Wei’er, how come you’re here?”

In the dark night, Jiujin’s expression was enveloped in the shadows, not clearly visible.

Yet, the excitement and surprise in his voice were apparent, tinged with a dash of confusion.

Cai Wei said, “I have to go into town tomorrow.

Is Jiujin’s cart available?”

“Absolutely, it’s no problem at all.

I’ve got nothing planned for tomorrow, so I can take you there.” Jiujin eagerly accepted, so delighted he felt like jumping in place.

“Goodness, Wei’er, what are you doing here?

Come inside where it’s warm!” Aunt Zhou rushed out with a sheepskin jacket, draping it over Jiujin and scolded, “Wei’er, look at your Brother Jiujin.

The moment he heard you were here, he ran out without even putting on his jacket.

What if he catches a cold?”

Jiujin grinned sheepishly and mumbled, “Me, a big man, getting all dainty?”

Cai Wei quickly said, “Aunt Zhou is right.

Brother Jiujin, go back inside.

I don’t have any pressing matters, so I will be leaving now.” She stepped forward and handed over the meat she was carrying.

“I bought some meat at the market today.

It’s for Eldest Uncle Zhou to enjoy with his drink.

I’m grateful for his and Jiujin’s help this morning.”

Before Aunt Zhou could say a word, Jiujin started waving his hands frantically, struggling to articulate, “No need, no need.

Sister Wei’er, please don’t stand on ceremony with me…”

Aunt Zhou was quick to refuse as well, “Wei’er, what are you doing this for?

Your family is struggling, take it back and save it for yourself.

We have meat at home.

Jiujin’s shot wild chickens aren’t even finished yet.

Take it back…”

“Aunt Zhou has meat at home.

You can use these to make oil instead.

Regardless, it’s a small token of my mom’s gratitude.

Just don’t find it too bothersome.”

Politely persisting, Cai Wei tucked the straw rope holding the pork into Aunty Zhou’s hand, took Wu’er by the hand, and left…

Aunt Zhou watched Cai Wei leaving, then turned to look at Jiujin, who was still standing there dumbfounded.

She walked up, gave him a playful punch, and laughed, “She’s already gone, why are you still standing out here like a fool?

Better get back inside before you freeze.”

Jiujin rubbed his head, smiled sheepishly and said, “Mom, Wei’er asked me to accompany her to town tomorrow, hehe…”

Cai Wei led Wu’er by hand, walking unhurriedly on their way home.

The Mu’s and the Zhou’s houses were not far apart.

At this time, the snowstorm had stopped, and a round, bright moon like a jade plate hung in the night sky, casting its cold light on all living beings.

Cai Wei gazed up at the moon, feeling a wave of melancholy.

She wondered if the moon here and the moon in her hometown were the same.

If so, she still had a tiny connection with her home.

It’s as if she’s not completely isolated here!

“Elder sister, listen!” Wu’er suddenly spoke.

Cai Wei was slightly surprised, and as she snapped back to reality, a harsh scolding voice was carried over by the night wind.

It wasn’t very loud, but it was quite clear.

“You good-for-nothing whore, the fortune of our Mu family will sooner or later be ruined by you…”

“No good, it’s Grandma!” Wu’er squeezed Cai Wei’s hand a bit tighter and said loudly, “Elder sister, we must hurry home.” Saying this, he took Cai Wei’s hand and broke into a run.

The sibling ran urgently, and in a few strides, they were back home.

As soon as they stepped in, Cai Wei got a fright.

On the edge of the Kang, the entire family of her elder uncle sat in a row, their faces unfriendly and glaring.

Grandma Mu Bai with her legs crossed, sat on top of the Kang.

Her already elongated face became even longer, about two and a half feet.

Grandpa Mu Liankui silently smoked his pipe.

After a while, he pulled out his pipe from his mouth, knocked it on the edge of the Kang, creating a series of loud ‘clink’s.