I Got Rich in Period Fiction-Chapter 365 Qiao Family’s Mess

Qiao Qingyu quickly rushed into the house. Last year, both the old master and the old lady were able to come out with the help of a walking stick; why were they both now lying on the kang?

Qiao Qingyu’s brows involuntarily furrowed.

Their complexions were really bad.

Especially Granny Qiao’s face, it was sallow.

But she didn’t ask why they hadn’t been sent to the hospital, assuming there must be a reason. Otherwise, given the temper of her aunt and uncle, it was impossible that they would neglect their grandparents.

Wang Guihua quickly spoke up, "It’s heart trouble. They’ve been to the hospital a few times, and they were just told to stay home and rest. There aren’t any other major issues, just to watch the blood pressure and keep a relaxed mind..." she finished, then sighed deeply.

"Grandpa, Grandma, is there something going on at home?"

The old master quickly waved his hands, "Nothing, nothing at all, there’s no trouble at home, we’ll both be fine soon."

Granny Qiao didn’t say anything, clearly agreeing.

Wang Guihua’s mouth moved but in the end, she didn’t say anything, though Qiao Qingyu still noticed the resentment in her eyes.

Qiao Qingyu just smiled and changed the subject, "Grandpa, Grandma, looking at how tidy your room is, I can tell Aunt has been taking great care of you."

She then opened a tote bag and took out all the items inside, which she had specifically prepared for the old house.

The Qiao Family had many members, and to buy something for each, she would have had to drive a small truck back.

For the elders, she definitely had to buy something for each one, a sweater each for Grandpa and Grandma, Aunt and Uncle, and the same for the second aunt and second uncle.

However, for Aunt, she also added an extra bottle of face cream and a scarf.

Giving gifts, trying to make everything even, was never easy.

For instance, with the sweaters, for someone like Wang Mei, you had to let her choose herself; otherwise, whatever you picked, she would forever say it was the worst, something no one else wanted, just scraps...

But Qiao Qingyu wanted Wang Mei to know, whoever she liked more, she would give more to.

Still angry?

Well, there’s nothing to be done about that!

The old master and Granny Qiao also sat up from the kang, dressed neatly, but their brows were involuntarily furrowed, different from before.

This was a matter weighing heavily on them.

Remembering the words her aunt and others had said when she entered the village, Qiao Qingyu directly asked, "Is there something going on at home, something you can’t tell me?"

Wang Guihua’s lips moved, but she glanced at Granny Qiao. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Old Lady Qiao then asked, "The things you’ve put on the kang, who did you buy all this for?"

When Qiao Qingyu explained, Old Lady Qiao’s face filled with anger, "Don’t give anything to your second uncle and second aunt, that ungrateful pair."

It looked like something really did happen at the second uncle’s house.

If Qiao Qingyu hadn’t come back, they probably wouldn’t have told her about it, but now that she was back, they really had to tell her.

Granny Qiao then asked, "Qingyu, have you eaten?"

Qiao Qingyu shook her head, "I haven’t eaten since noon."

Qiao Shengbao quickly said, "I’ll go make a fire."

Wang Guihua put the things in her hand on the kang, "Qingyu, Aunt will roll out some noodles for you to eat."

Qiao Qingyu really was hungry.

She told Granny Qiao about the contents of another bag, which were gifts for her elder brother and sister-in-law, Doudou and Feifei.

There were also her personal items.

Wang Guihua had taken Qiao Shengbao out to cook, and Old Lady Qiao asked with concern about Qingyu’s situation in Xichuan.

Thus, Qingyu didn’t have time to inquire about what exactly happened to the Qiao Family, as the hot noodle soup was already prepared.

The noodles had turned slightly yellow, topped with two poached eggs and sprinkled with chopped green onions, smelling very fragrant.

Smelling the aroma made Qingyu even hungrier, and after she finished eating, Old Lady Qiao finally began to talk about what had happened at home before and after the New Year.

The old lady spoke and started crying, lamenting that she was doomed to poverty; just when life got better and there was some money in hand, now it was all gone again.

Not only was it gone, but they had also incurred several thousand yuan in external debt.

Could it have been that she committed some terrible deeds in her past life? Was this life punishing her?

Otherwise, why would she end up living like this?

Qingyu, with a grave expression, sat cross-legged in front of the kang table, her jade-like white hands tapping on the table. She truly hadn’t expected Uncle Qiao Zhihai to be so bold as to get involved with gambling.

Here’s what happened.

During the slack farming season, everyone liked to play cards and push Pai Gow, winning a handful of sunflower seeds or popcorn.

At most, they would drink a few sips of liquor.

Now that gambling was illegal, no one dared to use real money.

But, no matter the era, there would always be those who defy the law.

Just as the criminal law stipulates that murder must be met with the death penalty, crimes have nevertheless occurred throughout history.

It all really depends on the human heart.

Thus, there was this group of people in the village who had secretly found a secluded thatched hut and started a gambling den.

And lately, Qiao Zhihai had been quite a figure in the village.

Someone had pulled him into this thatched hut.

At first, it was just small-time play, and losing a few dozen yuan wasn’t noticeable, but then one night, a group from another village came, and he played a big game with them and ended up losing over a thousand.

That was all the savings his family had.

In the middle of the night, consumed by the fever of his losses, he ran back home and took every last penny of the money Old Lady Qiao, like many old people, preferred not to keep money in banks but rather hid it in cloth bundles.

He stole about several thousand yuan, and had he had access to Qiao Zhiyuan’s room, it’s likely that money would have vanished too, but then he lost all of it before dawn.

Before he could think of how to turn the tables, the police arrived and took them all away.

The gambling money was confiscated, and they were detained for half a month and fined based on the severity of the situation.

Qiao Zhihai was fined three thousand yuan.

Since the incident had such a bad influence, Qiao Zhiyuan simply couldn’t find anyone to pull strings for them, and he truly hated Zhihai so much that he didn’t want to deal with him at all. But Wang Mei, leading several daughters-in-law and grandchildren, wailed and sobbed at home to the point of not being able to eat peacefully; the things they said were really ugly.

Qiao Zhicai, living far away, was the subject of scolding in every other sentence they spoke.

As the senior, others couldn’t deal with Wang Mei, but the old lady grabbed a stick and went to hit Wang Mei, only to end up in a scuffle with her that resulted in Granny Qiao being pushed down and striking the back of her head.

Though there were no serious issues when she was taken to the hospital, both the old man and Granny were already in poor health, and this incident left her lying on the kang unable to get up.

Wang Mei made trouble every single day.

No one could handle her.

Those daughters-in-law were no easy characters either.

If the three thousand yuan was due from the old properties, let them pay—how were they supposed to come up with the money? So they continued to press the elderly couple and would not let go.