AWB Chapter 430 The Village Woman Who Raises Others' Children 6
Chapter 430 The Village Woman Who Raises Others' Children 6
Without Qingmo's endorsement, Qin Yu had to go to work on his own.
But he's all show and no substance. If it weren't for the original owner helping him, he probably would have starved to death. How many work points could he earn in a day?
Five!!!
She was even worse off than the female educated youth in the educated youth compound. The original owner used to work for him and earned eight work points a day.
At this rate, when will he ever be able to clear his work points?
We still need to leave him one-third of his work points so that he doesn't starve to death.
That won't do. We took her money; how can we not pay it back?
The midday sun was shining brightly. Qingmo carried a chair and sat down in the field. As soon as she saw Qin Yu slacking off, she kicked him.
"Get up and get to work. If you don't pay back the money and work points by the end of the day, I'll be your creditor."
Qin Yu was kicked so hard that he stumbled and almost fell into the ridge of the field.
He steadied himself by holding onto the hoe, sweat mixed with dirt streaming down his forehead, his white shirt so dirty that its original color was no longer visible.
"Meng Jiaojiao, are you trying to drive me to my death?"
He rubbed his back and grimaced, but when he met those icy almond-shaped eyes, he shrank back.
Qingmo placed the enamel mug on the wooden box, and the cooled boiled water shimmered with tiny sparkles.
She went up and slapped him.
"Who told you to owe me money? Here's what we'll do: I'll slap you to pay one cent as your medical bill."
"Qin Zhiqing, why don't you take a few hits and pay off your debt?"
"You...you're insane!" He covered his face, his voice filled with anger and humiliation.
Qingmo sneered, "What, you can't bear to part with your face? Then you should work hard to pay back the money."
The villagers working nearby stopped what they were doing and watched the scene with great interest. Some whispered among themselves, "Qin, the educated youth, brought this on himself. He has to pay back the money he owes."
Qin Yu was both ashamed and angry, completely unaware of how Meng Jiaojiao had become like this.
Does he know about him and Zhizhi?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shudder; it wasn't impossible.
That explains everything. No wonder she didn't take the shortcut, and no wonder she didn't save his son.
This wicked woman might be the one who killed An'er.
Qin Yu's gaze gradually turned cold as he stared intently at Qingmo, as if trying to see right through her.
"Meng Jiaojiao..." he gritted his teeth, his voice extremely low, so that only the two of them could hear, "Do you know something?"
Qingmo chuckled, slowly took a sip of water, and then looked up at him: "What do you know?"
"Did you know that you and Jiang Zhizhi went into the cornfield?"
"Or do you know exactly what you two are plotting against me?"
Qin Yu's pupils contracted sharply, and his face turned deathly pale instantly.
She knew it after all!
He forced a cold laugh: "Stop making baseless accusations! Comrade Jiang Zhizhi and I are completely innocent, so stop slandering me!"
"Innocent and pure?" Qingmo looked at her with a mocking gaze, as if she had heard a joke.
"Then how did you get your son? Qin Zhiqing, you don't actually think you can hide your dirty secrets forever, do you?"
Qin Yu shuddered, his mind exploding with a bang.
She even knows about An'er's affairs?!
Apart from him and Zhizhi, and apart from close relatives, no one knew the truth. Even the police couldn't find out!
How did she know?
He gripped the hoe tightly, his knuckles turning white, his voice trembling: "What...what exactly do you want to do?"
Qingmo stared at him, her smile gradually turning cold: "What do I want to do? Qin Yu, you owe me every single penny you owe me."
"Don't you like to act high and mighty? Don't you think I'm not good enough for you?"
"Then you should work hard and pay back all the work points and money you owe me."
"otherwise--"
She leaned slightly forward, her voice as soft as a viper's hiss, "I don't mind letting the whole village know what kind of person you, Qin Zhiqing, really are."
Qin Yu felt a chill run through his body, as if someone was choking him, making it difficult to even breathe.
All he knew was that Meng Jiaojiao had changed.
She was no longer the naive girl he could easily deceive.
And now, she holds his Achilles' heel in her hand.
Jiang Zhizhi hasn't left the house at all these past few days, afraid that someone will find out something. This is a typical case of a guilty conscience.
Their son died, and they, as parents, were certainly sad. But more than that, what Jiang Zhizhi and Qin Yu feared most was having the truth revealed.
Suddenly, someone shouted, "Help! Something's happened!"
"The village secretary's eldest son fell into the river and drowned!"
That shout was like a thunderclap, startling everyone in the fields into straightening up and dropping what they were doing to run outside.
Qingmo curled the corners of her lips and followed along to watch the excitement.
The riverbank where people usually wash clothes was now crowded with people.
Jiang Zhizhi's brother, Jiang Wen, was lying on the ground, soaking wet, and looked as if he had stopped breathing.
Upon hearing the news, the Party Secretary and his wife rushed into the crowd, only to be stunned when they saw their son's body.
The Party Secretary's wife rushed over, hugged her eldest son, and started crying.
"My son! What's wrong with you? Damn it! Someone, come quick! Save him! Save him!"
"Give it!"
"Give it!"
Barefoot doctor Lao Li squeezed in, opened Jiang Wen's eyelids to look at him, then reached under his nose to check his breathing, and shook his head.
"Oh well! Just bury it, it's beyond saving."
"You're talking nonsense, talking nonsense!" The Party Secretary's wife pounded on Old Li's body like a madwoman, unable to believe that her son was dead.
The Party Secretary remained silent, kneeling on the ground, looking dejected and completely devoid of energy.
When Jiang Zhizhi and her eldest son's wife arrived from home, the group could only hug each other and weep.
No one could understand how someone could drown when the water was so shallow, only reaching the chest of an adult male.
Besides, most of the children who grew up in this village can swim, and they go to the river to bathe when it gets hot.
How could the eldest son of the Jiang family, who was almost thirty years old, have drowned without any explanation?
"My dear husband, what are we going to do with you, a widow and her children?!" The eldest daughter-in-law cried uncontrollably, as if her husband had died.
However, her husband is definitely dead!
"Call the police! Call the police! I don't believe my son drowned; someone must have killed him."
These words were spoken by Party Secretary Jiang, the only one in the family who was still somewhat lucid. He suspected that his son had been murdered.
Qingmo watched the crowd with a cold eye, a barely perceptible smile playing on her lips.
She naturally knew how Jiang Wen died; this was simply the consequence of the Jiang family aiding and abetting evil.
Ha, let her raise someone else's child for free? There's no such thing as a free lunch.
Soon, the police arrived and began to investigate the scene.
This time, the villagers all kept quiet, afraid of being implicated, since no one knew how Boss Jiang had died.
clue?!
There were naturally no clues, no traces of human intervention, and most of the time people were at work, so there were no suspects.
In the end, the police could only close the case as an accident and let the Jiang family handle the aftermath first.
Jiang Zhizhi cried until her eyes were swollen. She couldn't understand how her brother could have suddenly passed away.
Qin Yu wanted to go up and comfort him, but it was inconvenient because of his current reputation.
Just sigh helplessly.