After Transmigration, I Picked Up A Husband and Daughter
Chapter 201: All Debts Paid Off

Chapter 201: Chapter 201: All Debts Paid Off

Before even setting foot in the village, the noise from there was faintly audible, and the Jiang Family seemed to be at the center of an unprecedented storm.

The usually tranquil and peaceful little village was now abuzz with even the most placid old lady, who liked to enjoy the sunlight quietly at the entrance of the village and stay away from disputes, unable to resist curiosity and joining the crowd of onlookers.

Stepping into the courtyard, a cacophony of clinking and clanging mixed with the sharp quarreling between Xie Xinghua and Lady Zhao, grating on the ears and filled with anger and resentment.

The serene courtyard Su Yu knew well was now surrounded by a crowd so dense it was impenetrable, and even the old willow tree where she usually tied her horse had become a makeshift viewing platform for the burly men, its branches swaying as if to tell of the unusualness of this turmoil.

Su Yu wanted to get closer, but found that squeezing through the crowd had become a difficult task, and she reluctantly raised her voice, trying to find a gap amidst the clamor, "Fellow villagers, please make way."

After much effort, the crowd reluctantly parted to create a narrow path for her, barely wide enough for one person to pass.

"Oh dear, where have you run off to? The house is almost turned upside down."

An auntie whom Su Yu didn’t know well asked, her concern tinged with a bit of blame.

Su Yu sighed softly, weariness in her tone, "I went to Ning County to look for Da Ya."

The crowd understood when they heard this, their eyes flashing with comprehension. The whereabouts of Da Ya were well-known among the villagers, so they did not press further.

Clearly, if she had found her, Su Yu would not have returned alone, and her solitary figure now said it all.

During the short time she took to tie her horse, Su Yu caught the surrounding whispers. The villagers expressed their opinions, each sentence revealing their concern for the incident and their sympathy for Xie Xinghua’s predicament.

"Xinghua is usually such a good person, it’s understandable for her to be driven beyond endurance this time."

"Indeed, Xie Xinghua is gentle by nature, if she hadn’t suffered a great injustice, she wouldn’t have acted out like this."

"I think, much of the blame lies with Lady Zhao, her own sins have come back to haunt her."

Listening to all this, Su Yu’s curiosity grew even stronger, and she was also filled with deep worry about what was happening inside the courtyard.

She knew that the truth was often more complex than outsiders could guess, and she had to walk into the center of that storm herself to uncover all the mysteries.

What on earth had Xie Xinghua done to turn the quiet courtyard into a storm of change overnight... Su Yu struggled to squeeze through the impenetrable crowd, each step seeming to tread on the heartstrings of the onlookers, stirring up ripples of unease.

The moment she stepped into the courtyard, the scene before her eyes was like a painting of the apocalypse, too harrowing to witness.

The ground was strewn with the fragments of life, pots and pans lay in disarray, clothes and bedding were scattered like the remnants of a post-battlefield, discarded carelessly. Tables, chairs, and beds were also not spared, toppled in every direction amidst the dust, as if telling the story of an abrupt storm.

Lady Zhao, the woman who was usually dignified and composed, was now like a different person, curled up in the center of the chaos, her tears and curses intermixed, each shriek bursting from the depths of her soul, lashing out at the unspeakable sorrow and anger within her.

Her door had become the epicenter of the storm, crisscrossed with cracks, the door panels shattered, as if it had been hammered mercilessly by an invisible sledgehammer, leaving nothing but a scene of devastation.

Inside the room, objects continued to be violently expelled; shoes and socks flew about haphazardly, while large and small chests seemed to be sifted through by invisible hands, mercilessly cast aside. Their trajectories through the air recorded a silent protest.

Jiang Xunzhong stood to one side, his heart burning with anxiety but feeling helpless, because the sickle in Xie Xinghua’s hand, gleaming coldly, deterred him from any rash actions, for fear that a careless move would make him the next victim in the furious waves of anger.

Under the intense pressure—and the previous hacking with the axe—a seemingly sturdy chest finally could not withstand any longer. Accompanied by a dull and crisp breaking sound, it exploded into pieces, revealing its secret to the world.

Silver Coin spilled like raindrops; not only were there scattered copper coins and pieces of broken silver, but amidst this sea of silver, several heavy silver ingots flashed with blinding brilliance, especially conspicuous.

Murmurs of astonishment, gasps, and bustling discussions interweaved, filling the air with an atmosphere of disbelief and greed.

In this seemingly ordinary family, such a considerable fortune was hidden, shocking everyone present.

Jiang Xunzhong was dumbfounded; he had never expected that Lady Zhao had secretly amassed such a vast sum of money, and he, as a member of the family, had been completely unaware of it.

Seeing this, Lady Zhao frantically gathered the scattered Silver Coin, clutching it tightly to her chest. Her eyes, filled with tear streaks, flashed with determination, as if declaring that these were her bottom line, and no one could take them away.

As the commotion inside the house gradually subsided, Xie Xinghua, holding the sickle, walked out slowly, her voice cold and full of questioning, "Where exactly have you hidden the grain? Do you really want to starve the people of our main house to death?"

Her words, like ice picks, pierced the stagnant air, "If you keep hiding it, I will spare no effort to find the grain, even if it means burning down this house and perishing together!"

Lady Zhao had acted so radically largely due to her dissatisfaction with Xie Xinghua’s continuous challenges to her authority. She hoped that by hiding the grain, she would teach Xie Xinghua a lesson, making her realize who held the power in the family and to curb her increasingly uncontrollable heart.

However, she had not anticipated that Xie Xinghua’s response would be so fierce, brandishing a knife to cut off the supply of food, smashing doors and breaking up the house, leaving nothing intact within the Jiang Family home.

Just as the atmosphere became as tense as drawing swords, the appearance of Su Yu was like a refreshing breeze, adding a subtle layer to the already tight atmosphere.

When Xie Xinghua saw her, her emotions surged, and the sickle in her hand unconsciously closed in on Su Yu, each step heavy and threatening.

This sudden turn made Jiang Ziling tremble with fear. Ignoring the pain in his feet, he stumbled towards Su Yu, shielding her in his arms. This protective instinct, reckless and all-consuming, warmed Su Yu’s heart like the sun on a winter day.

Looking at Jiang Ziling’s slightly unsteady figure, a complex emotion welled up inside her—this man, despite his injured leg, insisted on standing up to protect his family.

"Sister-in-law..."

The call from Jiang Ziling was like a spring breeze that brought rain, snapping Xie Xinghua out of her frenzied state, her sickle quietly disappearing behind her.

Before she could speak, tears slipped out first, and a hoarse and trembling voice choked from her throat, "Da Ya..."

Su Yu sighed softly, her gaze sweeping past Lady Zhao, and with a complex emotion, she said, "You handle the situation here first, regarding Da Ya, we’ll talk slowly."

Worry and fatigue were evident in her expression; having not returned home all night and with Da Ya absent, various signs seemed to hint at some ominous occurrence.