Reborn Ugly Girl Farming to Support the Family

After all, they are blood-related father and son. Although the little guy couldn't see clearly, when Zhao Yuliang looked at him, he suddenly grinned.

The little fist was still grabbing towards him, and the child was babbling something.

Zhao Yuliang, a grown man, burst into tears when he saw his son smiling at him.

Zheng Chunhua felt very uncomfortable and his eyes turned red.

Old Mrs. Zheng sighed inwardly, after all, the three of them are now a family.

I originally wanted to keep my daughter for a while, but now it seems that I should quickly resolve this matter.

Those who came to our house for the banquet today are all familiar with the Zheng family and know something about their family affairs.

Everyone smiled kindly at the young couple. It was obvious that they still had affection for each other.

After the meal, everyone left the Zheng family's yard one after another.

The maids in the house stayed in the yard to clean up the dishes, while Old Man Zhao and his wife followed the Zheng family to the hall.

The two men sat on the chairs somewhat stiffly. All the Zheng family members in the room were staring at them, giving the feeling of a three-person trial.

Seeing that no one spoke, Zhao Yuliang gritted his teeth, walked straight to the center, and knelt down in front of Old Man Zheng and Old Lady Zheng.

"Mom and Dad, I know that what I did before was wrong, and I didn't keep my promise to you.

I should always put my wife and children first, but I didn't do that.

I have reflected on myself carefully this month. Please believe me again. I will never let Chunhua and the child suffer any injustice again."

His eyes were sincere and his tone was particularly firm.

No matter who heard it, they knew that his words came from the bottom of his heart.

Old Madam Zheng said, "It's useless for you to make us believe you. You two have to live your life together. You should ask Chunhua if she has forgiven you."

Zhao Yuliang quickly looked at Zheng Chunhua, stared at her nervously and said, "Chunhua, can you give me another chance? I will definitely treat you and our child well."

Zheng Chunhua also softened her heart and wanted to nod and forgive him.

But when her eyes swept over to her mother-in-law, she saw the look in her mother-in-law's eyes and swallowed back the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

That look contained too much resentment.

Zheng Chunhua was stunned. She really didn't understand where her mother-in-law's resentment came from.

How could Old Mrs. Zhao not feel resentful? First, the Zheng family did not give them face and forcibly took away her daughter-in-law and grandson who were in confinement.

After that, my son didn't come home for a month and lost a lot of weight.

Now seeing my son kneeling there, I feel both pain and anger in my heart.

He is a grown man, but he has to apologize to his own wife. How can this be justified?

The Zheng family is really going too far.

Zheng Chunhua felt a chill in his heart and stood there without saying a word. The atmosphere in the room instantly became quiet again.

Zheng Xiaoman noticed that her aunt's expression was not right. She followed her gaze and took in Old Mrs. Zhao's expression.

Zheng Xiaoman was also angry. What's with that look in your eyes? It was you who did something wrong, why are you blaming my aunt?

She didn't want to save face for the other party, so she pretended to be surprised and said, "Oh, Grandma Zhao, why are you looking at my aunt like this? Are you blaming my aunt?

Although I am still young and ignorant, I also know that my aunt is the victim in this matter, right? Are you blaming her for not being killed by you?"

As soon as she said this, everyone in the room looked towards Old Lady Zhao.

Old Mrs. Zhao didn't expect that the little girl would suddenly attack her. She didn't have time to retract the expression on her face, and everyone saw it.

Zheng Xiaoman ignored everyone and continued, "Oh, uncle, I think you should not take my aunt back. I'm afraid she will be bullied by Grandma Zhao again.

My aunt's life was saved with great difficulty, but I will not let you harm her again."

Zhao Yuliang didn't say anything. He turned his head and looked at his mother with a very ugly expression.

He didn't understand why his mother, who was obviously a kind person to everyone, was so hostile to his own wife?

Old Man Zheng snorted coldly, "Xiao Man is right. If I go back, I will still be bullied. Why go back? I won't go back!"

Hearing what his father-in-law said, Zhao Yuliang anxiously said to his mother: "Mom, please say something."

Old Man Zhao was the one who knew his wife best. The two of them had been together for decades, and he knew her personality best.

He sighed in his heart and suddenly said, "Don't bother with her. What we did before was not fair.

I know you are resentful towards us, and I understand that.

We are here today to sincerely apologize, dear relatives, how about this?

When we return, we will let the two children live separately."

Old Mrs. Zhao stood up suddenly and looked at her man in disbelief.

"What? You want to separate your son? I don't agree!"

Old man Zhao took a deep breath, raised his head and looked at her, "Yuliang's mother, stop making trouble. If you continue to make trouble, your son will really be separated from you."

Old Mrs. Zhao's expression was almost broken. She looked at her husband, then at her son who was looking at her with pleading eyes, and slumped down in the chair.

It's true, when the son grows up, he is no longer under the control of his mother.

With Old Man Zhao's guarantee, the previous events were finally over.

When the family left, Zheng Chunhua held the child, packed up her things and went back with them.

Zheng Dashan drove the carriage to see them off. Before leaving, he said to his sister, "If they dare to bully you again, tell me and I will take you home."

Zheng Chunhua nodded with emotion, "Brother, I understand."

Zhao Yuliang hastened to assure her, "Brother, no, I will never let Chunhua be bullied again."

Zheng Dashan snorted coldly and drove away in the carriage.

Old man Zhao did what he said. He bought a piece of land not far from his home and built three more houses for his son.

The two families are not far from each other, so they can live their own lives on a daily basis. If anything really happens, they can take care of each other.

No matter how unhappy Mrs. Zhao was, she had no choice but to accept it.

Zheng Chunhua's problem was resolved, and the Zheng family members breathed a sigh of relief.

Before we knew it, it was October and it was time to harvest the sweet potatoes in our home.

Before harvesting sweet potatoes, Cao Jun brought people and went to Wangjia Village in person.

He looked at the three-story courtyard in front of him and said with a smile, "Wow, it's been a while since I last came here, and it has really changed a lot."

Zheng Xiaoman heard him say this when she came out of the yard. She said with a smile, "That's all thanks to Uncle Cao. If it weren't for Uncle Cao helping to sell sweet potatoes, my family wouldn't be able to build such a big yard."

Cao Jun got off the carriage and laughed out loud, "You little girl, you only know how to coax me. Even without me, you still make a lot of money, so you can still build a yard."

"Hehe, you can't say that. At that time, our family only had a little money, so we didn't dare to be so extravagant."

Cao Jun couldn't help but smile and said, "If you say so, then I should thank you for your insight and cooperation with me, which has taken my business to a higher level."

Both of them couldn't help laughing. This wave of commercial flattery is really good.

Cao Jun followed Zheng Xiaoman into the yard and asked as they walked, "How is your sweet potato harvest going?"

Zheng Xiaoman said: "We have already found good people. We will collect the ones in the village first in the next few days, and the ones in the mountains two days later."