The Wealthy Eldest Sister Rules Supreme

The two sisters strolled around the vegetable field, picking out two ripe tomatoes, three cucumbers of just the right size, and a small pumpkin.

The pumpkin had not fully matured, hence it could not be used for porridge or steamed, but it was currently at its most tender. It would be perfect to stir-fry or to steam with buns.

Zhuang Qingning thought and planned to cook a stir-fried pumpkin dish for dinner, served with cucumber salad, salted duck eggs, and a scallion pancake to complete the meal.

On this end, Zhuang Jingye was marching toward Zhuang Ruman’s house in long strides.

The courtyard gate was closed, and although the walls of the house were not particularly high, Zhuang Jingye needed to tiptoe to peek over. Despite this, he could not see much of what was happening inside the courtyard.

Zhuang Jingye fetched two half-brick pieces from the corner to step on, trying to get a better view of what the dark-hearted Zhuang Ruman was up to at home.

However, having just steadied himself on the bricks and began to peer over, his view was suddenly blocked by two shifty eyes staring back at him.

Zhuang Jingye was startled and forgot that he was standing on bricks instead of flat ground. He instinctively moved back, tumbling off the bricks. He staggered back a few steps and only stopped after bumping into the wall, where he was finally able to steady himself.

Simultaneously, a wailing that resembled the squeals of an animal getting slaughtered echoed from inside the courtyard.

Zhuang Ruman was lying helplessly in the courtyard, staring at the blood seeping from his bottom and cried out as if he had just lost his entire family.

Originally, he knew that the brothers, Zhuang Yutian and Zhuang Yuchcng, were coming home today. Hearing the commotion from the tofu shop, he knew that those two troublemaking brothers must have kicked up a fuss.

He was keen to see the drama unfold and witness Zhuang Qingning’s downfall. Doing so would help vent some of the pent-up frustration within him.

However, if he went to watch, Zhuang Yutian wouldn’t be a problem since he knew how to play his cards right. But Zhuang Yuchcng, who lacked tact, would likely reveal that he had been the one urging them from behind the scenes. In the event that happened, his plotting against the tofu shop would undoubtedly spread through the village and potentially reach Zhuang Jingye’s ears.

Zhuang Jingye had specifically told everyone to keep the tofu shop a secret and that no slips-ups would be tolerated. Now, Zhuang Ruman was kicking up a fuss, Zhuang Jingye would definitely take action against him. While he wasn’t afraid of Zhuang Jingye, he feared that his actions might affect Zhuang Yuanren.

Zhuang Ruman wasn’t willing to jeopardize his family’s hopes in any way. After much deliberation, he suppressed his desire to see Zhuang Qingning’s downfall.

But if he didn’t take a peek, he wouldn’t know what was happening now, leaving him uneasy. After much thought, Zhuang Ruman fetched a stool to stand on, intending to peek over the wall to see what exactly was happening.

Just as he steadied himself on the stool and stretched his head over the wall, he found himself face to face with someone. Shocked, Zhuang Ruman fell off the stool.

The fall wasn’t too severe, but his luck was terrible. He knocked over the manure fork that was put next to him, and he landed right on the prongs of the fork.

The prongs dug deep inside him, causing intense pain. Feeling around, his hands came back bloody, frightening Zhuang Ruman into a stupor as he yelled for help.

Mrs. Song, who was cleaning the dishes from lunch in the kitchen, hurried out upon hearing the noise. Seeing Zhuang Ruman’s condition, she was overwhelmed with panic and collapsed on the ground.

When she did so, her weight drove the manure fork even deeper into Zhuang Ruman. The prongs, which had already penetrated his flesh, were driven even deeper, stirring the wound in the process.

“You fool, why aren’t you pulling it out?” Zhuang Ruman began to rant.

Only then did Mrs. Song snap back and nod. Wiping away her tears, she braced herself to pull out the manure fork.

Mrs. Song was quite strong, and she managed to pull out the prongs with relative ease. However, Zhuang Ruman found himself wishing she hadn’t, as the removal left a bloody hole that wouldn’t stop pouring blood.

“Dear, what should we do now?” Mrs. Song looked pale and helpless.

“Aren’t you a dimwit? Can’t you see I’m bleeding? Hurry up and grab some cloth and wood ash to stop the bleeding, then fetch the doctor!” Zhuang Ruman, clutching his bottom, somehow managed to struggle to his feet and moved towards the house.

The pain was unbearable, like a sharp needle stabbing into his heart.

His face was contorted in agony.

All that blood was the product of countless meals, now wasted just like that. He would need to consume an enormous amount of food now to replace it. What an utter waste.

Why was he that careless? All he did was fall off a stool, leading to such a tremendous waste. Moreover, he had to go through such excruciating pain as a result.

No, that’s not right. It was all because of the man pecking over his wall. If he hadn’t been spying, he wouldn’t have fallen and ended up impaled by the manure fork.

On realizing this, Zhuang Ruman was no longer just bothered by the pain of his wounds. Bracing himself against the door, he shouted at Mrs. Song: “Hurry up, go outside and catch that bastard who was peeking over our wall. He’s the one who made me like this. We must make him pay me some compensation!”

If the other person paid him back, he wouldn’t need to worry about his medical expenses and could enjoy some good food.

Perhaps the other party would also send him eggs and chicken soup every day to help him recuperate.

Mrs. Song didn’t quite understand what had happened, but she did as Zhuang Ruman commanded and hurried to open the court gate.

Upon opening the gate, she saw Zhuang Jingye standing at the entrance, his face a livid shade of green.

“Uncle, if you have something to say, could you wait a moment? I need to go find the man who hurt my husband. Please come in and have a seat in the meantime…”

Mrs. Song tried to leave, stepping past him.

“What man are you looking for? Isn’t he standing right before you?” Zhuang Jingye snapped irritably at Mrs. Song. He strode a few steps into the yard and looked at Zhuang Ruman, who was struggling to stand by the door: “Well, can you still stand? Seems like no serious harm was done, but I must say, that manure fork of yours is quite blind. Had it had a bit more vision, it should’ve made mincemeat of your buttocks.”

“What do you mean by that, Uncle?”

Seeing Zhuang Jingye entering the courtyard and hearing what he said had made Zhuang Ruman understand that it was not some random person who was peeking over his wall, but Zhuang Jingye himself.

In that case, it was over. There was no money to be gotten, yet he was painfully impaled for nothing.

In particular, Zhuang Jingye’s demeanor seemed as if he was there to exact punishment…

Could it be that idiot Zhuang Yuchcng had sold him out within a few sentences?