Farm Girl's Manor-Chapter 308: Mo Wu’s River Plunge and Xiao Ruiyuan’s Search (3)_1

Watching Mo Wu’s slender and frail silhouette, Mo Yan silently sighed and closed the courtyard door...

While the main room was empty, Mo Wu secretly held a cotton-padded coat wrapped around some pastries and was about to return to her own room when she unfortunately ran into Mrs. Niu, her sister-in-law, who was on her way to the outhouse. She muttered, ’This is bad,’ just as Mrs. Niu’s loud voice began to scold.

"Well, I never! I thought the eldest sister-in-law was honest and decent, but she turns out to be hiding something after all, secretly stashing away a fine cotton-padded coat for herself! What, feeling guilty now and deciding to take it back?"

Mrs. Niu’s eyes were glued to the coat in Mo Wu’s arms, her eyeballs rolling greedily, as if she wished she could snatch it away and hold it herself.

Mo Wu knew that now was not the time to argue; otherwise, not only would the coat be lost, but the pastries for the children would also be taken.

Ignoring Mrs. Niu’s sharp and harsh words, she squeezed past her with the coat and rushed into the room on the left side of the main room, slamming the door and shutting out Mrs. Niu’s noisy voice.

Mrs. Niu was taken aback. She hadn’t expected this usually meek and mild eldest sister-in-law to dare to show her displeasure. For a while, she grumbled incessantly, but ultimately she did not have the face to knock on the Count’s door.

"What’s all this noise for, hm? What are you shouting about? Do you have to lift the roof off to be satisfied?" Mrs. Hong came out of the main house with a tigerish face and looked at Mrs. Niu with extreme disgust.

This wretched woman, always stirring trouble with the second brother and turning his heart away from us, demanded a split in the household every day. Now that she has stopped, she still doesn’t hand over any silver. And today, she’s stirring up trouble at home again. What sins did I commit to have married such a plague of a daughter-in-law!

"I’ll complain if I want, none of your business!" retorted Mrs. Niu, glaring back.

Ever since her daughter was sold, Mrs. Niu had not looked up to Mrs. Hong as before. Now, hearing Mrs. Hong’s words, she had no inclination to respond nicely. Seeing Mrs. Hong about to rage, she twisted her body and ran off to find the outhouse.

Mrs. Hong, infuriated beyond words, trembled with her index finger pointed at Mrs. Niu’s retreating back, unable to voice her anger. Then, as if thinking of something, she ran to knock on Mo Wu’s door, "What’s this, eldest sister-in-law, locking your door in broad daylight? Are you hiding something behind my back? Open the door for me right now; I want to see if you’re up to no good as well!"

Mo Wu, who was in the middle of looking for a place to hide the coat, was startled. She nearly threw the coat out in her panic. She spun around frantically, knowing they wouldn’t get anything from the head house if her mother-in-law saw what she had. But with nothing else in the room except a bed, where could she hide it?

Mrs. Hong, seeing no response from inside the room, began to bang on the door even more aggressively, her curses growing uglier by the second.

Mo Wu bit her lip, looking at the coat in her arms. The coat was going to be found out sooner or later; it might be better to just wear it and show her mother-in-law. As for the big bag of pastries, nobody had seen them, and she could simply deny their existence.

Deciding on this, Mo Wu hurriedly took the pastries out from inside the coat, wrapped them in a worn piece of clothing, and shoved them into a corner under the bed. Then she took off the overcoat, put on the cotton-padded coat, and lastly put the overcoat back on and fastened it up before going to open the loudly banging door.

As the door suddenly swung open, Mrs. Hong jumped in surprise. She patted her chest and scolded, "Well, aren’t you a venomous one, Wu’s. Were you trying to scare me to death?"

Mo Wu shrank back slightly and quickly shook her head, not daring to retort.

Mrs. Hong snorted coldly, her piercing gaze sweeping across Mo Wu’s figure. She soon spotted the new cotton-padded coat peeking out from around Mo Wu’s neck. Her face darkened, and she yanked out a corner of the cotton coat and scolded, "You wasteful wretch, daring to hide away money to buy fine cotton for a coat! Hand over the coat and the private money right now, or I’ll have the Count divorce you, you unfilial creature!"