The Wealthy Eldest Sister Rules Supreme

So now, Zhuang Qinghe was resting in the house, and Zhuang Yuanzhong was also sleeping here, but they couldn’t sleep anymore.

“Why don’t you go and check?” Zhuang Qinghe glanced at Zhuang Yuanren: “Aren’t you the one who usually sucks up to mom and dad? Why don’t you go this time?”

Zhuang Ruman’s gloomy cries implied something bad had happened. He must be really angry right now. If she ran to him now, wouldn’t she be just asking for a scolding?

“Don’t you dare trick me into going again!” Zhuang Qinghe snorted coldly.

In recent days, she’d been tripped up many times by Zhuang Yuanzhong, both overtly and covertly. Even though Zhuang Qinghe was a bit slow, she’d learned from repeated failures.

Even if she couldn’t fully understand what Zhuang Yuanzhong was playing at, the best way to avoid losing out was to refuse whatever he suggested.

Seeing Zhuang Qinghe’s defiant attitude, Zhuang Yuanzhong didn’t get angry. He just got up from the bed, looked for his shoes to put on, saying nonchalantly as he did so, “If you don’t want to go, I’ll go.”

“But let’s get one thing straight: if I get scolded because you didn’t show up, don’t blame it on me. I did warn you.”

“It’s not that I didn’t tell you; you just didn’t listen.”

“If you want to go, then go. Don’t be so hypocritical.” Zhuang Qinghe waved dismissively and buried her head in her pillow, trying to go back to sleep.

But the cries from outside…

Zhuang Qinghe had no choice but to plug her ears.

Seeing this, Zhuang Yuanzhong went out of the house, his face full of mockery.

Even though you’re slowly getting smarter, your brain is still missing quite a few gears. Just this tiny bit of growth won’t be enough.

Zhuang Yuanzhong didn’t bother arguing with Zhuang Qinghe any further, but just went to the room next door. Upon entering, he saw Zhuang Ruman lying on the bed, buttocks wrapped in thick bandages. The water in the basin nearby was stained red, clearly having been used to clean up some kind of wound.

“What happened here?” Zhuang Yuanzhong was taken aback.

Listening to Zhou Ruman’s howling and the earlier argument with Zhuang Jingye, Zhuang Yuanzhong had guessed that he might have been injured in a minor accident, but he didn’t expect it to be this serious.

“Your dad accidentally fell onto a manure fork and punctured his buttock.” Mrs. Song watched Zhuang Ruman’s painful cold sweats, her eyes filling with tears, “In this hot weather, with such a serious wound, I’m afraid it might get infected.”

“Why did you come here? Go back to your room quickly and get ready to do some work with your mom later.”

Being stabbed in the buttock by a manure fork was not only inglorious but also slightly humiliating, especially in front of his son. It left him feeling somewhat embarrassed.

“I heard the commotion and was worried, so I came to check on you, dad.” Zhuang Yuanzhong said with a worried expression, “Initially, I wanted to ask my sister to come along, but seeing her asleep, I decided not to disturb her and came to see you alone first.”

“Dad, you just stay at home and rest. We can handle the work in the fields. I’ll go to work with mom in a bit.”

“Yuanzhong is really sensible.”

Zhuang Ruman looked at his younger son approvingly, but his anger flared up again when he heard Zhuang Yuanzhong mention that Zhuang Qinghe was asleep.

With all this commotion, could she still be asleep?

Even a dead pig should have been woken up by now, right?

She probably didn’t care about her father’s life or death now because she had been asked to work in the fields recently and was disgruntled. Zhuang Yuanzhong even tried to cover for her by saying she was asleep and didn’t want to wake her up!

After all, she’s a fickle girl, a waste of money. In the end, a daughter belongs to another family. You can’t truly nurture her in your own home. She not only eats from our family but also creates a lot of trouble.

If this continues, wouldn’t it be better if she married early, take a betrothal gift, and ease up the family’s financial situation?

Thinking about it, Zhuang Ruman’s eyes darted back and forth.

But the pain in his buttock really didn’t leave him much brainpower to think about these matters. He kept crying out in pain and urged Mrs. Song to hurry up and find a doctor to check on him.

Although it would cost some money to find a doctor, if they didn’t treat it properly in this hot weather, as Mrs. Song had worried, the wound might infect and become worse. This would not only increase the suffering, but also make him incapable of work, which would be even more troublesome.

Seeing this, Mrs. Song hastened to agree.

She took out the money from the oil paper package in the crack of the wall as Zhuang Ruman had instructed and hurried off to find a doctor.

Zhuang Yuanzhong stood by the bed and saw everything clearly, especially when he saw the oil paper package, his eyes lit up all of a sudden.

Money is a wonderful thing.

Zhuang Yuanzhong blinked, finally pulled his gaze away and took two steps forward, “Dad, are you uncomfortable? Do you want me to fan you? Would it help to cool down a bit?”

“The wound can’t be exposed to wind, or it might aggravate it. I understand your filial piety, Yuanzhong.” Zhuang Ruman praised his son more and more: “That’s enough, you can go take a rest.”

After all, being injured on the buttock, Zhuang Ruman really didn’t want his young son to keep staring at his bum. It just felt embarrassing.

“Alright, I will lie down for a bit, but not sleep. Just call me if you need anything, dad.” Zhuang Yuanzhong exited the room, lingering a bit before he pulled away his gaze reluctantly.

Zhuang Ruman thought he was just worried about him and felt warmer inside.

Having a son is really great.

Zhuang Qingning and Zhuang Qingsui rested at home for a while, then, guessing it was about time, they went to the tofu factory.

The tofu had been pressed and removed from the vat. Zhuang Mingliang was instructing people to weigh the tofu and then transport it to Dong Dazhu and Zhuang Sifu’s bullock carts.

Over this period of time, Zhuang Mingliang had taken charge of these tasks and was extremely competent. The tofu factory could run smoothly even without Zhuang Qingning’s presence.

It seemed that hiring Zhuang Mingliang to work at the tofu factory was indeed an excellent decision.

Zhuang Qingning glanced around, laughed and chatted with Zhuang Mingliang, Dong Dazhu, and several others.

When she came out of the tofu factory, she saw Zhuang Yutian and Zhuang Yucheng coming out of Mrs. Wen’s house, both looking worried.

The two sighed and greeted her after they saw Zhuang Qingning.

“Is my aunt still angry?” Zhuang Qingning went to the door, tilted her body to glance inside, and see how Mrs. Wen was doing.

Just as she leaned her body to peek inside, a teacup “whooshed” past her, smashing against the door frame next to her, shattering into pieces..