Chapter 8 - 8 Chapter 008 Boasting (1/2)

8 Chapter 008 Boasting

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Partly because of Aunt Wen’s irascible temper, her two sons and daughter, who she had raised single-handedly since becoming a widow, had all left the village after they grew up. They couldn’t bear to live in the same village as her.

So Aunt Wen now lived alone, and her house was not far from the home of Butcher Hua, where Zhuang Qingning lived. It was also located at the entrance of the village.

It was just a house away to the east.

When they arrived at the entrance of Aunt Wen’s house, the wooden gate was open.

“Is Aunt Wen at home?” Zhuang Qingning called out loudly.

There was no response from inside the courtyard.

“Is Aunt Wen at home…”

“If you’re looking for someone, why don’t you go inside instead of standing at the entrance wailing like a ghost? If I don’t respond, are you going to keep shouting? Those who know would know that you’re looking for someone, but those who don’t might think you’re trying to bring the dead back to life!”

“What a way to start the morning, who knows what kind of sin I may have committed.”

A barrage of scolding ensued, but Mrs. Wen was nowhere in sight.

Zhuang Qingsui, scared, clung tightly to Zhuang Qingning’s sleeve, hiding behind her without daring to show her face.

Zhuang Qingning patted her hand to reassure her, then stepped into the courtyard and headed towards the hall.

In the hall, Mrs. Wen was having breakfast on a stool.

She was eating her cornmeal porridge with pickled mustard slowly and carefully.

“Aunt Wen,” Zhuang Qingning greeted with a smile.

Mrs. Wen glanced at Zhuang Qingning and Zhuang Qingsui but quickly looked away, continuing to eat her pickles leisurely. “I was wondering who it might be. It turns out to be Ning, the girl who just started a woman’s household in our village.”

“Aunt Wen, you knew about that?” Zhuang Qingning was surprised.

Only a few people might know about her status as a woman’s household Zhuang Jingye had established for her this morning. Even Zhuang Ruman, judging by their inaction, probably didn’t know yet and thought she had run away. Since her children moved away, Aunt Wen rarely went out. How did she know?

“In a village this small, people’s business travels fast. Even a fart you’d let out in your courtyard would spread its stench throughout the village in no time. I’m neither deaf nor blind, so how could I miss something as significant as someone creating a woman’s household?”

Mrs. Wen gave Zhuang Qingning a sidelong glance. “It’s been said that no one visits unless they’re after something. You came all this way bright and early, so spill it, what’s up?”

“To be frank, there are two things I need to discuss with you,” said Zhuang Qingning.

Zhuang Qingning laughed, “The first thing is, I want to rent your tofu workshop.”

After Zhuang Shengxing passed away, Mrs. Wen opened the tofu workshop. It was with this business that she was able to support her family and raise her three children.

Only in recent years, after her children each moved out and Mrs. Wen got older, the workshop was shut down because it was too much for her to handle alone.

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Wen paused her movement and glanced at Zhuang Qingning, “So that’s what you’re after.”

“I’m known for being forthright. Even if someone wants to buy my workshop, they might dream about it but never dare to open their mouth. You’re the first one to dare speak about this openly to me.”