Transmigration: Getting Rich with My Space and Supplies-Chapter 156 - 152: You Go Find

Rong Yan nodded perfunctorily, "I will."

Madam Rong could tell from her expression that she hadn’t taken her words to heart at all.

"I think that’s great!" Rong Wenming, who had just walked out, interjected.

Clearly, he had heard the entire conversation outside.

He believed his daughter deserved great treatment from Qin Ye because she was just that wonderful.

Rong Wenming was indeed a doting father.

He always thought his daughter was the best in the world. What was wrong with treating her well? Wasn’t she supposed to be cherished?

If it weren’t for the fact that Qin Ye seemed decent, he would have wanted to take his daughter back home.

Madam Rong gave him a look. "You keep spoiling her! She’s all grown up now, and she’s married. Do you still think of her as a little girl?"

Rong Wenming didn’t agree with this at all and immediately retorted, "So what if my daughter is married? Does that mean she’s no longer my daughter? Does that mean I shouldn’t spoil her? Moreover, where have we spoiled her? Otherwise, why would we be here?"

In Rong Wenming’s heart, his daughter working here was an eternal ache, making him feel powerless.

But at that time, the names had already been reported; there was no changing it.

He was so close to being eternally separated from his daughter, to never seeing her for this last time.

Fortunately, his daughter found her own opportunities here. She learned real skills and even used those skills to save him.

Madam Rong knew that whenever it came to their dear daughter, her husband would always put their daughter first.

Too lazy to argue with the father-daughter duo, she said, "Alright, spoil her. Just sit down and eat."

Some dishes weren’t meant for him to eat. "I’ll go get your medicinal meal."

"No need, Mother, I’ve got it." Qin Ye placed the big bowl in front of his father-in-law, then went out again.

Back and forth a few times, all the dishes were on the table.

The whole family sat down.

Everyone liked this atmosphere.

Madam Rong also liked it when the house was fuller.

She picked up a piece of rabbit meat and was about to put it into Qin Mei’s bowl.

Rong Yan promptly stopped her, "Mom, don’t give the meat to Meizi, let her have some chicken soup and some vegetarian dishes."

Hearing this, Madam Rong placed the piece of meat into Qin Yu’s bowl instead.

"You didn’t remind me, I almost forgot."

Then she put a big piece of rabbit thigh meat into Qin Ye’s bowl, "Qin, you eat this, have a bit more."

Qin Ye was taken aback by the favor, "Mother, I can do it myself."

He wanted to serve his wife.

Fortunately, Rong Yan, noticing his eagerness, quickly said, "You don’t need to serve me, let’s all just eat, I can manage myself."

Qin Ye felt regretful.

The family meal, sitting together... they had a wonderful time.

But it was different at Old Man Qin’s house.

Qin Fugui sat down and saw only one bowl of pickles on the table, immediately dissatisfied:

"Mother, why are we eating pickles today? And there’s only this one bowl of pickles, how can we eat like this? And, why is it coarse grain buns again? Eating this at night, can it be filling?"

Old Lady Wang was annoyed with everyone now and glared at him the moment she heard his words. "What do you mean ’how can we eat’? It’s already quite good that our family can afford this, and yet you’re still complaining? If you don’t want to eat, then get out!"

Qin Fugui was shocked, "Mother, what’s gotten into you? Why are you so angry with me?"

He hadn’t been in the village that afternoon, so he didn’t know what had happened at home.

"Our family is nearly eating dirt now. Your father gave that wretch twenty yuan, and we don’t have a single penny left," Old Lady Wang lamented her poverty.

Thinking about the twenty yuan she had given away, she suddenly felt ready to kill someone.

When Qin Fugui heard his old lady say his father had given Qin Ye twenty yuan, he was shocked beyond belief.

"Dad, why did you give him twenty yuan? He doesn’t even acknowledge you, why give him the money? Couldn’t you keep the money for me to get married?"

He was supposed to get married before New Year’s, but then his unlucky self had to encounter his fiancée’s grandmother passing away from a fall.

With that, the wedding plans were postponed again.

They insisted it had to be postponed for another three months, although they said it would be possible to get married sooner if he could come up with two hundred yuan to lend them.

This infuriated him to no end.

If his family had two hundred yuan, couldn’t he marry any girl he wanted?

Also, it’s true they said "loan."

But let’s be real, everyone knew that loaning money out was like throwing a meat bun to a dog, thinking it’ll come back. It was utterly impossible.

So, even though he was unwilling, he had no choice but to opt for a wedding a few months later.

Old Man Qin was in a terrible mood. He had been silently smoking his dry tobacco pipe without a word... The old woman nagging was one thing; he couldn’t be bothered, but the interrogating tone of his youngest son.

That set him off completely.

He glared at his youngest son, "What I do is none of your business. Eat if you’re going to eat, otherwise, get out."

Qin Fugui was scared stiff by his dad’s demeanor.

From what he remembered, his dad was always a man of few words, the type who kept to himself, so this really took him by surprise.

For a moment he didn’t dare utter another word...

Seeing Old Man Qin angry, Old Lady Wang also had no choice but to shut her mouth.

The family ate their salty vegetables with coarse pancakes... all finding it difficult to swallow.

Because it had been a long time since they’d had such poor-quality meals.

Old Man Qin didn’t eat much, and just as he put his chopsticks down, he saw Qin Fulin come in from outside.

"Fulin, come with me to the room for a moment."

Upon hearing his words, everyone’s gaze simultaneously fell on Qin Fulin who had just come in.

Qin Fulin glanced at them and then nodded, "Alright."

He followed his dad into the room.

"Close the door," Old Man Qin said.

Qin Fulin immediately closed the door.

"Dad, what do you need?"

Old Man Qin fixed his gaze on him, "I’m asking you, did you see the wooden chest that belonged to your eldest brother? Qin Ye said he sold it. Do you know anything about this?"

Qin Fulin didn’t expect his dad to be asking about this.

"He didn’t sell it. That wooden chest should still be with Qin Ye."

Old Man Qin’s face darkened significantly upon hearing this – he knew that bastard had lied to him.

As expected.

"Dad, why do you bring this up?" Qin Fulin asked.

"Don’t worry about it. Out of everyone in our family, you’re the closest to Qin Ye... Bring me the chest, and you can keep whatever valuable things are inside, but I want the chest."

Qin Fulin’s eyes flickered, "Dad, I can’t get that wooden chest back. Qin Ye has hidden it well; there’s no way he would let anyone find it."

Old Man Qin’s tone became impatient, "Go to Qin Yu, and Qin Mei... the siblings might know."

Qin Fulin shook his head, "Dad, it’s no use. Qin Yu and Qin Mei definitely won’t know. I think you better stop worrying about it."

Old Man Qin’s cloudy eyes suddenly sharpened at his response, "What, are you planning to keep it all for yourself?"