From Folly to Fortune：I Rewrite My Life After Rebirth!

Chapter 615 - 611 Can Only Be Assigned to Wang San (Part 1)

In the afternoon, the struggling Mrs. Jin pointed out the clothes that the second wife Mrs. Lin and Mu Dazhong wanted, and had Mu Dandan send them over.Mu Dandan only learned about the incident after she came back, so her attitude was not good when she delivered the clothes.

She entered the second house, threw the clothes on the ground, and said angrily, "Beggar is beggar, even the clothes are picked from what others don’t want."

"You girl, why do you speak so unpleasantly? It was your mother who was at fault; it’s your mother who didn’t have the money to compensate your second aunt, so she voluntarily replaced it with clothes.

Don’t think our second house desires your mother’s old clothes, still don’t know if they’re diseased!"

Mu Dazhong picked up the clothes from the ground, and in front of Mu Dandan, squeezed the clothes of Mrs. Jin forcibly several times.

As if the clothes were the fair and tender body of Mrs. Jin.

Mu Dandan, being young, didn’t understand Mu Dazhong’s intention.

She only thought he was dusting off the dirt from the clothes.

"Hmph, country folk are just country folk, will remain country folk all their lives!" Mu Dandan sneered.

"You girl have such a nasty mouth; look at what you are yourself, seventeen and still not married. Just someone like you, even if given to Wang San for free, he’d still refuse, saying you’re old."

Mrs. Lin, who had been silent, finally spoke, her words making Mu Dandan furious enough to spit blood.

"Second aunt, your words are too harsh. Just wait, one day I’ll make you see how powerful I am!"

Mu Dandan stormed out in anger.

Mrs. Lin also got up from the bed.

"This vile girl is just like her stingy mother, nothing good." Mrs. Lin said while snatching the clothes, worth two silver taels, from Mu Dazhong’s hand.

This was a two-tael clothes piece, feeling like silk smooth as water, making Mrs. Lin’s heart almost jump out.

Rich people’s lives are indeed good, they wear such comfortable clothes.

Mrs. Lin couldn’t wait to take off her own clothes, revealing the already yellowed undergarment inside.

Mrs. Lin rummaged around, discovered Mrs. Jin’s undergarment hadn’t been sent over, and got instantly a bit angry.

"I knew this woman was stingy, sent the skirt but didn’t send the undergarment along, leaving me to wear such worthless things, what rubbish!"

Mu Dazhong, sharp-eyed, scanned around and indeed found no undergarment, feeling somewhat disappointed.

"Forget it, she’s stingy in her way, we got what we wanted, let me try my brother’s clothes and see how they look!"

With that, Mu Dazhong picked up Mu Dade’s clothes and tried them on himself, without even taking off the clothes he was already wearing.

Only after Mrs. Lin reminded him did Mu Dazhong stop and remove the inner clothes before wearing Mu Dade’s.

Almost at the same time, Mrs. Lin was also putting on Mrs. Jin’s clothes.

"Rip," the sound of fabric tearing resonated.

Mrs. Jin’s clothes split at the stomach area on Mrs. Lin. Mrs. Lin had three children and didn’t pay attention to keeping fit, so her belly was the fattest and largest.

Plus, her usual indulgence pushed the fat together, resulting in a so-called pear-shaped figure.

Mu Dazhong, needless to say, Mu Dade’s clothes on his body turned into several pieces of fabric.

Mu Dazhong was the fattest in the Old Mu Family, round face, round belly, even the arms and thighs were round.

Mu Dade was thin; his clothes were simply not suitable for Mu Dazhong, but to look like an official, Mu Dazhong forced himself to try, and the result was not pleasing.

Looking at the fragments all over the ground, Mu Dazhong cursed Mrs. Jin.

"Turns out she’s a stingy woman, miserly to the extreme!"

But the feud with the main house had already been established.

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Time flew by, and several days passed, reaching the harvest period; the two mu of land unique to Shuangshuang’s house, and the three mu shared with Fengzi, all needed to be harvested.

However, the autumn harvest is the last harvest of the year. After it’s completed, pick a time to sow some red flower grass seeds; there will be no need to care for the land this year.

Mu Shuangshuang got up early to make breakfast for the family; this time, everyone except Mu Dashan had to go to the field to harvest rice.

For breakfast, Mu Shuangshuang took some sun-dried rice noodles, soaked them for a few minutes in water, then started boiling water in the big iron pot.

Sun-dried rice noodles, even when cooked, are not as soft as freshly made ones, but they do have more chewiness.

Cooked rice noodles, paired with homemade meat sauce, make breakfast something of an enjoyment.

She also brought out a bowl of pickled hot sauce, serving to whet the appetite of everyone, and with that, Mu Shuangshuang’s breakfast was ready.

Mu Shuangshuang went inside to call Yu Si Niang and Mu Dashan, as well as Little Zhi and Xiao Han, who were on her bed. The three had been chatting the night away about unimportant topics, yet the two little ones quite liked listening.

Mu Shuangshuang simply began telling modern fairy tales, and it turned out they were so noisy that they couldn’t sleep, Xiao Han even urged her to tell more.

Because of that, the two little ones also woke up late.

Mu Shuangshuang looked out from the courtyard gate but didn’t see Lu Yuanfeng, who had promised to come for breakfast.

She waited a while, the kids finished washing up and sat at the table for breakfast, but Lu Yuanfeng still hadn’t come.

In the kitchen, Yu Si Niang came out to Mu Shuangshuang.

"Shuangshuang, hurry in and eat, if you delay, it’ll all get cold!"

"Mom, I’m not hungry, Yuan Feng said he’d have breakfast here this morning and join us in the fields later; I’m waiting for him so we can go together."

Yu Si Niang chuckled, knowing she was waiting for Lu Yuanfeng, and didn’t rush her daughter to eat anymore.

In the kitchen, Mu Dashan also seemed eager.

In principle, he’s rested long enough, and should be helping the family with their work.

But once he suggested this, everyone at the table opposed it together.

Even Little Zhi shook his head.

"Dad, please don’t go, you’re not well yet; if big sister finds out, she’ll be upset!" Little Zhi said in a childish voice.

"Shuangshuang’s dad, you’ve rested for so long already, take a few more months to rest; we’ll work again when spring comes, won’t we?" Yu Si Niang began to persuade Mu Dashan.

Actually, for a long time, Mu Dashan had been wanting to go back to work in the fields.

Yet a tiny bit at a critical place could cave in; what seems simple could have serious consequences if overlooked.

Mu Dashan sighed deeply.

He was anxious inside; the heavy work at home was done by his daughter and wife, and then there’s Fengzi. He, a man, as a father, resting at home all day, what does that amount to?

"Fine, I won’t say anything anymore, I’ll talk to Shuangshuang and have her persuade you; you don’t like listening to me, but you’ll listen to her anyway."

Yu Si Niang understood her husband’s intentions, silent as they were, it meant he still insisted on acting.