The Wealthy Eldest Sister Rules Supreme

At this point, Zhuang Roman had no other choice but to lean against the large tung tree and take a brief rest.

The matter of growing beans was definitely not as simple as it seemed.

Zhuang Jingye, the village chief, always had a reason behind his early mornings, there must have been a benefit behind this decision.

Additionally, Zhuang Ruman was completely certain that Zhuang Qingning was involved in this matter, given how cheerfully Zhuang Jingye was speaking with her earlier.

These days, because of Zhuang Qingning’s tofu place, Zhuang Jingye would do anything she asked. He would never deny her anything she requested.

If that was the case…

No matter what, he had to make things difficult for Zhuang Qingning!

Even if Zhuang Qingning wasn’t directly behind this, it didn’t matter. He would still make things hard for Zhuang Jingye.

Who was to blame for the disturbance in the town’s school, which almost ruined Zhuang Yuanren’s chance to study in the county’s government school? If Zhuang Yuanren hadn’t been exceptionally talented, the teacher wouldn’t have been willing to waste his potential, and Zhuang Jingye would have destroyed it.

Zhuang Ruman had been keeping this grudge, looking for an opportunity to teach Zhuang Jingye a lesson, wasn’t this the perfect chance?

With this in mind, Zhuang Ruman trudged back to his house with a heavy heart.

He hastily gulped down a bowl of tasteless sweet potato noodle pancakes, and as soon as Zhuang Ruman put the bowl down, he headed out the door.

“Master, where are you off to now? You’ve been busy all morning, won’t you rest a bit?” Mrs. Song called after him, holding a bowl.

Zhuang Ruman couldn’t be bothered to respond, he just kept walking, and soon disappeared from the doorway.

Mrs. Song stamped her foot in annoyance, “That man, his injury hasn’t even healed. Instead of resting a little, he’s always running around. Can’t he take care of himself?”

“Why do you care where he goes, mom? Let him go wherever he wants. I think we should keep quiet, to avoid another quarrel.” Zhuang Qinghe sneered.

“What a way to speak, he’s your father, show some respect. You’ve got no manners.” Mrs. Song shot Zhuang Qinghe an unhappy look, “Now clean up the bowls and fetch a bucket of water.”

Faced with Mrs. Song’s rebuke, Zhuang Qinghe was full of resentment, “He doesn’t treat me as a daughter, why should I treat him as my father?”

“You’re speaking nonsense. If you continue like this, I won’t step in when your father disciplines you next time.” Mrs. Song usually doted on Zhuang Qinghe, but lately Zhuang Qinghe’s disrespectful behavior towards Zhuang Ruman was becoming more and more evident. It was even starting to annoy Mrs. Song, who was devoted to Zhuang Ruman, “You’re not a child anymore, you should know better.”

“How can you say I don’t understand? It’s father who’s in the wrong. Look at this marriage issue. I like Brother Wencheng. Why can’t we propose a marriage to his family? Why propose to some other family?”

“The families you suggest, either they’re too old or too ugly. Who are these people? I think you and dad only care about the size of the betrothal gift, thinking about selling off your daughter!”

Zhuang Qinghe struggled to hold back her tears, “Mom said you love me, but you never think about me. Is this what you call love? I refuse to marry into a family like that!”

“Foolish girl, what do you know!”

Every time Zhuang Qinghe brought up this topic, it gave Mrs Song a headache.

Ever since Zhuang Ruman brought up the topic of arranging a marriage for Zhuang Qinghe, Mrs. Song had been seeking a matchmaker to handle this matter.

Following Zhuang Ruman’s instructions, she had considered several families of good circumstances, but didn’t find any that completely satisfied her, so she decided to continue looking.

However, Zhuang Qinghe was always preoccupied with Zhuang Wencheng, often causing a fuss about the arranged marriage, making every day restless. A few days ago, Zhuang Ruman grew tired of her nagging and gave Zhuang Qinghe a good thrashing, only then did she quieten down a bit.

Today, as soon as Zhuang Ruman left the house, Zhuang Qinghe started talking about the topic again.

With patience, Mrs. Song said, “Why do we want a family with a high betrothal gift? Isn’t it to evaluate their wealth? If they can provide a large betrothal gift, it means they’re wealthy, and you would have a comfortable life after marriage, right?”

“If the family mentally calculates even five taels of silver, wouldn’t you be eating bran and vegetables after marrying in? Isn’t your mom doing this for you? What else could it be?”

“Stop complaining about their appearances or age. Marriage life depends on money, not looks. Can handsome looks be rationed for meals? Can’t you understand even this?”

“Look at Xinghua, who’s two years older than you, and Qingmei too. One got married as the second wife to an older man, the other married a man she fancies. Now look at Xinghua who’s always lavished with delicacies, even has a maid attending to her every need. Isn’t her life the epitome of comfort?”