Transmigration: The Evil Mother-In-Law Is Actually Innocent!
Chapter 1427 Wen Qingfeng

Chapter 1427: Chapter 1427 Wen Qingfeng

In the blink of an eye, it was seven days later. Wong Wei specially took leave to accompany his wife, Yu Lu, on her first visit to her mother’s house with the child after her postpartum period.

Zhulan, holding the chubby boy in her arms, said to Yu Lu, "Now I believe what your grandmother said, the child is really growing well. Look at those plump arms, just like lotus roots."

Yu Lu was pleased with her son’s health but also worried, "It’s hot in summer, the child sweats and needs to be wiped often, and you have to be very careful wiping, or else the skin folds will turn red."

Zhulan looked at the plump boy’s arms, "You really do need to be careful, and also pay attention to the neck and buttocks."

"Mm, two nannies are taking care of him."

Zhulan handed the child to the eager Lady Li, scrutinizing her granddaughter, "How is it that you seem even slimmer than before you were pregnant?"

Yu Lu was quite content with her current weight, "Sitting through confinement in the summer was tough, and I didn’t have much appetite. I’ve lost all that weight."

Lady Li was distressed for her daughter, feeling that her daughter looked better with more weight, "Now that you are out of confinement, you should eat more and replenish your strength."

Yu Lu shook her head; she definitely did not want to, feeling that her weight was just right now.

Mrs. Zhao played with the child on the side, also missing her grandson, "Yushuang wrote back saying that everything was fine. At first, I truly believed her, but later my husband had a young servant who was sent with our supplies investigate, and that’s when I learned how inconvenient their daily life was."

Yu Lu corresponded with her eldest sister, who always claimed everything was fine, and she was concerned too. Now, hearing her second aunt’s words, she realized her elder sister tended to only report the good and not the bad, pondering what to send to help them.

Zhulan said, "Yushuang has always been calculating, she’ll manage her own life well."

Mrs. Zhao sighed, children are always a parent’s concern, and she only gave birth to four. Looking at the grandmother, it truly wasn’t easy for her.

In Zhangzhou Province, Yushuang watched with her son in the courtyard as a young servant dug a pond; she planned to plant some lotus roots and raise some fish. Yushuang was keeping track of the time, yet once again, she neither saw her husband come home for lunch nor realized how much time had passed.

It’s not easy being a County Magistrate. The county is already poor, and this year there’s been less rain, making the peasants’ lives even harder.

Now the county is digging wells, and her husband also needs to go to various villages to inspect the drought conditions of the fields. Several villages’ cattle are even rented to them by the county government.

Yushuang gestured to a nanny to send lunch to the front and went back to the room with her son for their meal.

The county town was poor with not many shops, only some for daily necessities, resulting in low tax revenue. Those with some wealth had long since left the county seat.

Yushuang had only gone to the market once, she had visited every shop, and most of the jewelry shops only sold gold and silver. For more exquisite jewelry, one would need to go to the city of Zhangzhou Province.

Liufeng didn’t have lunch at the front, he came back with the nanny. The midday meal was very simple: a plate of greens, a dish of scrambled eggs, and a fish.

This fare was incomparable to that of the diet in the capital. Seeing his wife’s thinned face, Liufeng said, "You really have suffered with me."

Yushuang pointed to the meal on the table, "With fish and vegetables, how can this be considered suffering? This is what I used to eat when I was younger."

She matured early and remembered a lot from her childhood. It was only later when her grandfather became an official did their family meals become more ample.

Liufeng thought about the prawns and fruits occasionally sent by his mother-in-law from the capital; in the capital, his wife did indeed eat very well.

Here, the local people were so poor that even those who raised chickens only did so to sell the eggs and rarely sold the chickens. The ingredients for sale in the town market were basic, and without their own estate, they had to go to the market for purchases.

Of course, there were also gifts from local landlords, but he had refused them all.

While they were talking, a nanny came in, "Master, the delivery from the capital has arrived."

Yushuang stood up, "Mother has sent us things again."

Her mother and mother-in-law frequently sent things over, fearing that they were leading a hard life.

Liufeng was somewhat amused and helpless about the situation; both their mothers liked to confer frequently, ensuring that the gifts they sent were always abundantly comprehensive.

After all the items were unloaded, Yushuang saw the hens for laying eggs and two sheep amongst them.

Liufeng was stunned, "There are live animals too?"

Yushuang said, "I wrote back saying everything was fine."

"It’s probably because mother doesn’t believe it; the situation here can easily be inquired about."

Liufeng’s guess was spot on. The young servant found out everything clearly and mirrored the language, and that’s why live animals were sent here.

Apart from live animals, most were grains and dried goods, some Southern cured meat and such. After reading the letters from the two mothers, Yushuang touched her nose and handed them to her husband.

Liufeng took a look, "She really did inquire."

Yushuang’s gaze turned to the durians. She liked eating them back at her parents’ home. At first, she thought they smelled foul, but after tasting them, their whole family grew especially fond of them.

"How could mother send so many?"

Liufeng looked at the durians in the chest and fell silent; these were not just fruits, they were clearly silver.

In the capital, Wong Wei assisted his father-in-law with organizing the vegetable racks in the garden. Chang Li, looking at the sweat on his son-in-law’s forehead, said, "You should go rest. I’ll finish up here soon."

Having his son-in-law lend a hand already put him at ease.

Wong Wei didn’t slow his hands and said with a smile, "Dad, I’m not tired."

He had been following his superiors around at the Ministry of Works and sometimes got his hands dirty. He was now much more adept at manual labor than before.

Chang Li always struggled with how to interact with his son-in-law. Unlike Liufeng and Wong Wei, he wasn’t as skilled or strong-willed as his younger brother, so it wasn’t easy to maintain the demeanor of a prestigious father-in-law.

Today, his son-in-law took the initiative to help him, and he didn’t take it seriously at first, thinking it was just talk. Given his son-in-law’s background, how could he possibly handle this work?

But it turned out the son-in-law did quite well. It wasn’t all talk; he genuinely wanted to help with the work.

Having worked together, their relationship, hmm, felt much closer than before.

After finishing the task at hand, the meals in the main house were ready too. Zhulan watched the father and son-in-law, now less distant, with a relieved smile, her affection for Wong Wei growing.

After the meal, Yu Lu took the children and left.

On the streets of the capital, Chang Yi was on his way back to the Ministry of Rites when he encountered someone drunk and causing a scene. Chang Yi didn’t care at first, thinking it would be resolved shortly.

But then he heard a familiar voice. Peeking out from behind the curtain for a closer look, it turned out to be the second master of the Wen family, Wen Qingfeng.

Chang Yi watched Wen Qingfeng foolishly drunk with indifference. The Zhou family and the Wen family didn’t get along, and every time this second master saw him, he would be full of sarcasm, while maintaining an air of superiority, looking down on him, looking down on the Zhou family.

And now? Wen Qingfeng had been stripped of his official post and could forget about holding office again. The Emperor would not slap his own face; this was Wen Qingfeng’s life from now on.

After his father declined the reward and discussed the Zhou and Wen families, if the timing hadn’t been wrong, he would have really liked to stomp down hard a few times.

Chang Yi said to the coachman, "Let’s go over."

The coachman was taken aback but still obediently called out to make way.

The crowd watching the commotion parted, and Chang Yi did not lower the carriage curtain, simply watching Wen Qingfeng.

Wen Qingfeng had sobered up a bit from the alcohol, but then noticed the Ministry of Rites’ carriage. He looked up and saw Zhou Changyi. His blood boiled in an instant. The more superior he had been before, the less he wanted to see Zhou Changyi now; his face was frighteningly red.

This scared the Wen family’s young servant. As their carriage approached, he hurriedly found someone to help the second master into the carriage.

Zhou Changyi heard the commotion behind him and let out a scoff.