The Princess of Northern Land
Chapter 398 Fire Bull Formation(3)_1

Chapter 398: Chapter 398 Fire Bull Formation(3)_1

Bao Family’s wife looked towards the direction of the Lin Family, her eyes filled with malevolence. Her husband was still uncontactable, leaving her with two children to look after. The livelihood of the three-person family all depended on her, a woman expected to conform to traditional gender roles. To make things worse, she couldn’t even get work at the money-making workshop run by the Lin Family. Thinking of the heartlessness of the main house, she felt discontented with everyone she saw, feeling as if they all owed her something.

Mrs. Yan felt as if the sky was falling. Her highly valued second son unexpectedly failed the examination, which she couldn’t accept, and now, unimaginably, the head of the household, her husband Ma Dalang, was also let go by his employer the day before. These past few years, Mrs. Yan lived comfortably. On what did she rely? It was all thanks to Ma Dalang serving as one of the store managers in the city. Now that Ma Dalang had been dismissed, how could she lead a good life? Mrs. Yan was at a loss!

"You were doing so well, why were you fired?" She relentlessly pursued Ma Dalang for an answer.

Ma Dalang looked deflated. He was already upset, and seeing Mrs. Yan’s incessant questioning made him even more irritated. "How was I fired? How would I know, I don’t own the shop."

"How could you not know? Were you fired because you did not work diligently?" Mrs. Yan, feeling upset, angrily pointed and interrogated him. "I didn’t work diligently?" Ma Dalang was most annoyed when others mentioned his losing the store manager’s job. Mrs. Yan’s ceaseless prattling had completely turned him off. "I practically gave my all to the shop year-round. The boss ruined the business due to incompetence, why are you blaming me?"

Truth be told, Ma Dalang being dismissed was not due to his shortcomings. A large family depended on his earnings for survival, and he knew too well how crucial his job was. However, his efforts were futile. Not only was there a higher-ranking store manager over him, but also a boss behind the scenes.

Unfortunately, the old boss passed away not long ago, the careless young boss gambled so much that he squandered the shop’s assets in just a few months.

During that time, he caught on and wanted to embezzle some funds from the business to bring home. However, the store manager was obstinate and had a tight grip on the business, not giving him any opportunity to make his move.

Now, the shop had been sold by the young boss, leaving him and the store manager jobless and returning home empty-handed. Losing his job, Ma Dalang felt unbearably miserable. His unsympathetic wife at home didn’t comfort him at all, but instead complained about him incessantly.

Ma Dalang really wanted to give Mrs. Yan a slap to wake her up.

"It’s gone under?" Upon hearing this, Mrs. Yan was stupefied. She had seen the shop, customers were always coming and going; how could it fail suddenly? She didn’t quite believe it, but seeing the look of defeat on Ma Dalang, she felt that her husband wouldn’t lie to her. "Knowing that it was going under, why didn’t you embezzle more money?"

"You want me to go to prison, don’t you?" No longer wanting to hear Mrs. Yan’s grumbling, Ma Dalang stood up and walked out.

"If you dare, don’t come back." Hearing a thud from the front door, Mrs. Yan stood in the yard yelling angrily, all alone.

After Ma Zhicai returned home from failing the exam, he had been lying in bed for several days. All meals were brought to him by Mrs. Yan.

He couldn’t accept it! Ma Zhicai truly couldn’t bear it. Several individuals with lower grades than him at the academy became scholars. How could he have failed? What was even more vexing was that children younger than him in the village also passed. It was too unfair.

No, it’s the Lin Family that’s despicable! Reflecting on the backing that the Lin Family had, Ma Zhicai firmly believed that his failure must be due to the Lin Family’s scheming. The Lin Family? Whenever he thought of Lin Ziyin and Lin Zige, Ma Zhicai tightly clenched his fists.