"What? Fu Qiang's wife didn't say anything?" A woman stared at the person who just spoke with wide eyes and disbelief.

Fu Qiang's daughter-in-law did not say anything.

Fu Qiang's wife was named Feng Lan. This time her husband brought back a woman and a child for no apparent reason. When he came back, he asked her to prepare food for the children and snacks for them.

Feng Lan didn't have any objection, and gave the few things left in the house to Wan Niang and her son according to Fu Qiang's request.

Seeing her being so submissive, Fu Qiang, who had no conscience to begin with, finally felt all the guilt rising in his heart.

Wan Niang is also a shrewd woman. She saw clearly that Feng Lan was a dumpling after just a short time here, so she kept a close eye on Fu Qiang, joking and joking with him.

The two of them were making a lot of noise, and everyone happened to have nothing to do, so I caught a glimpse of the two of them laughing and playing around with each other out of the corner of my eye.

Fu Qiang, in particular, had more smiles on his face. He and his mother and son ate more of the meat that they were usually reluctant to eat at home.

If the people in the village didn't know, they would probably think that Wan Niang and her son were his wife and children, and Feng Lan was the person he brought back from outside.

The village chief was a traditional man, and he couldn't bear to see any man going to Goulan brothel. When he saw Wan Niang and Fu Qiang acting like that in the distance, his face turned livid with anger.

"It's so unbecoming! You should bring such a person back!"

Fu Qiang's father was attracted by the woman in the brothel. He had no money to see the woman, so he went to steal her and was beaten to death.

Aunt Liu and her son had gone through a hard life for a period of time, and finally managed to get better at home, and managed to find a wife for their son. Now he has the same lineage, and has offended such a scheming woman!

"Okay, why do you care so much about other people's affairs? I still have so many things to worry about."

When the village chief's wife saw that the old man was worrying about his old worries, she stood by to persuade him.

She spat, saying that Fu Qiang was useless at the sight of him. Aunt Liu was gone now anyway, so he could do whatever he wanted.

He could take this woman and child with him as long as he liked. Anyway, he had to pay for the food himself. Since Feng Lan didn't resist, there was no point in them trying to stand up for her.

Anyway, the Fu family doesn't have much food left. When the food is gone, let's see how Fu Qiang will solve the problem.

The village chief's wife guessed right, Fu Qiang's family was indeed out of food.

The late wife still had a sense of propriety and knew that this was her first meal at someone else's house and she didn't eat much.

Her son was dying, and he ate more than Wan Niang. Fu Qiang felt a little heartbroken at first, but when Wan Niang looked at her with watery eyes, he forgot about this heartache.

Although he was distracted, Fu Qiang had to think about how to solve the food problem when it was time for dinner and seeing smoke rising from every household.

He hesitated and thought about it. According to what he had heard before, everyone would go to the stream to see the harvest tomorrow.

He had contributed at that time, and if there was something he could certainly share some of, then he should be able to borrow it now if he asked for it.

As for whom to borrow from, of course it would be from the Ji family.

Ji Miaomiao was being teased in Mrs. Ji's arms when she saw a figure standing in front of her. When she looked up, her expression showed a hint of complexity.

Everyone was talking about it today, but she also listened to it, and her impression of Du Qiang naturally plummeted.

The expression on Old Mrs. Ji's face also calmed down a bit, and she said calmly: "It's Fu Qiang..."

"Auntie, my family doesn't have enough food tonight, can you borrow some food?" Fu Qiang looked a little unnatural.

It's not that he thought it was unnatural to come here to borrow food after he had spoken ill of the Ji family before.

He just felt that he had taken in Wan Niang and her son, but he had to borrow the food they imported. His dignity as a man made him feel a little unnatural.

Ji Miaomiao hadn't thought that he was here to borrow food. She simply thought that he might be here to help with something.

Ji Miaomiao's eyes widened when she heard that he wanted to borrow food.

Are you kidding? Borrowing food at this time to feed unknown women and children.

When he and his wife were starving before, they never came to borrow food... Ji Miaomiao was even confused by him.

Could it be that he was really so smitten with Wan Niang that he could do this for her?

Mrs. Ji also looked ugly, obviously very unhappy with his operation: "Fu Qiang, it's not that I won't lend it to you. Now every household doesn't have much food. It's okay if you are one of my own..."

She didn't say the rest of the words, so she stopped talking.

Fu Qiang understood.

He frowned tightly: "Auntie, Wan Niang, mother and son are lonely. I just want to do good things. Have you misunderstood me?"

Mrs. Ji didn't want to pay attention to the misunderstanding. Her meaning was very clear, that is, she would not borrow it.

Fu Qiang went back with an ugly expression.

The Ji family didn't want to lend him money, so he ran to the village chief again.

The village chief was not as tactful as Mrs. Ji, and scolded him directly:

"You still have the nerve to borrow food from me! Don't you know what's going on with your father? Now that you've reached this point, you're still thinking about these things. You deserve to be without food!"

At this time, everyone is thinking about survival, but he is still thinking about romance and women. Can he have food?

The village chief's voice never stopped, and many people heard it, including Wan Niang.

Wan Niang was originally helping Feng Lan pack things. When she heard this, her thin body swayed a few times, and her moving eyes were immediately filled with tears.

She bit her lip tightly and frowned slightly, looking somewhat pitiful.

When Fu Qiang came back with a livid face, she hugged the child and shrugged her shoulders while crying. Fu Qiang's expression softened slightly.

After a long pause, he heard Wan Niang still crying, and comforted her in a helpless tone:

"It's okay, why are you crying?"

"Lang Jun, are Lian'er and I getting in the way? If it weren't for us, Lang Jun, who is tired, wouldn't be scolded and asked to go out to borrow food."

The wife's voice became more and more choked, and Lihua asked with a hint of rain.

How could Fu Qiang resist this? Immediately, his heart moved: "No, I told you that we are together, don't think so much, bear with it tonight, and when I get the food tomorrow, I won't starve."

The late wife nodded delicately, and when Fu Qiang saw that she stopped crying, the expression on her face slowly softened.

Feng Lan sat quietly on one side the whole time, neither speaking nor making any movements, as if her husband was not beside her.

The queen kept looking at her vaguely, as if she was comparing the gap between her and herself. Just when the queen was feeling proud, Feng Lan turned her head.

The late mother saw that there was no sadness or joy in her eyes, and her calmness made people feel a little scared, and she immediately felt a little scared.


Chapter completed!