Transmigration: The Evil Mother-In-Law Is Actually Innocent!

30: Chapter 30 Continue to Bluff_1 30: Chapter 30 Continue to Bluff_1 The downpour lasted for over half an hour before coming to an end, and with each autumn rain, a noticeable chill set in—the air grew distinctly colder once the rain had stopped.

Zhulan felt cold even under her blankets, but thankfully their home had a special shed for firewood and thatch, so not everything got soaked when it leaked.

Unable to bear the cold any longer, she sat up.

“I’m going to stoke the kang bed-stove and also simmer the medicinal soup.”

Zhou Shuren wanted to offer his help but had to maintain his persona.

“You have worked hard.”

Zhulan smiled.

“Actually, it’s quite interesting.

When I first arrived, I didn’t even know how to start a fire, but now I’m pretty good at it after fumbling and recalling memories.”

The more Zhou Shuren learned about her, the more he realized that Zhulan had an admirable temperament.

It’s not easy for anyone to be so adaptable.

Watching her rush out, he felt that his modern life lacked the homeliness and warmth of the present, and he quite liked the feeling.

After lighting the kang and warming up for a while, Zhulan felt comfortable.

Pushing open the door, she noticed some puddles in the yard, but luckily not many, thanks to the Zhou family’s house being on higher ground and water flowing downwards.

That’s why the Wang family was out of luck—their house sat in a low-lying area of the street, and their roof had not been repaired for a long time.

She distinctly remembered from the original text that the Wang family’s home leaked, and fixing it cost quite a sum!

Zhulan had a vivid memory of how Wang Zhang’s wife scrimped and saved from each room’s repair funds.

The room where the supporting character Wang Ru lived didn’t have any private money at all and definitely had the worst leaks, sparking Wang Ru’s determination to earn her own money.

Zhulan patted her stomach.

Hmm, delicious food would soon be on its way.

Seeing that the rain had stopped, Zhou family’s eldest and second sons naturally came out to clear the puddles in the yard, while Lady Li began to prepare dinner.

When dinner was ready, and despite the overcast sky, they extravagantly lit two oil lamps.

Four dishes and a soup plus Lady Li’s pickled vegetables made six dishes in total, four of which were meat dishes.

Everyone looked at the meat dishes as they were laid on the table.

At mealtime, the children were over the moon.

The five-year-old eldest grandson Zhou Mingyun swallowed a piece of chicken and asked with a hopeful tone, “Grandma, can we eat meat every day in the future?”

The little guy was sharp.

He noticed within two days that grandma’s words were law—if she said to kill a chicken, then a chicken would be killed.

There was no doubt in asking grandma.

Zhulan was amused.

The tiger-headed round-faced eldest grandson was truly endearing, and the eldest child was far from timid.

“Mingyun wants to eat meat every day?”

The little guy nodded earnestly.

“Yes.”

Zhulan spoke with a touch of difficulty, “Grandma isn’t capable of that.”

The little guy’s eyes dimmed briefly, but Zhulan went on, “However, Grandma believes in Mingyun’s abilities.

Grandma will wait for Mingyun to be successful and treat Grandma to meat meals every day.”

Xue Han, “…..”

Why did that sound so familiar to her?

With the recent praises, the little guy was brimming with confidence, patting his small chest, “Granny, Mingyun will definitely be capable.”

Zhulan’s smile was warm, “Good.”

The little guy thought for a moment, “Granny, Mingyun is still little.

I need to eat more meat to grow taller, and I need to be tall to have abilities.

Can I have a few more pieces?”

Zhulan, “….”

Heh, what a clever little guy.

Kids in ancient times couldn’t be simply judged by their age!

Xue Han couldn’t help but burst into laughter, and seeing her son so happy, Lady Li laughed along.

Zhulan picked a few more pieces of chicken from the soup and distributed them to the children.

Having been treated to good food for the past two days, the children surrounded Zhulan after the meal, calling her ‘grandma’ this and ‘grandma’ that, even the granddaughter Yushuang dared to get close.

Children are indeed the most sensitive, always aware of who treats them well.

The next morning, Yang Wuchun left without breakfast.

If it weren’t for the bridge being washed out by the torrential rain, he would have already returned home as soon as the rain stopped yesterday.

Today, as the water level had dropped, he rushed back to check on things.

Due to the rainstorm, the eldest and second sons did not go to the fields, and the third and fourth sons didn’t need to attend school, making it a rare occasion when the whole Zhou family was home during the day.

With time to spare, Zhulan went to see how Zhao’s wife made clothes.

Although she wasn’t initially keen to learn, underclothes needed to be self-made.

With the memory of her former self, she felt some confidence and believed she could learn well with time.

“Xue Han, Xue Han, are you home?”