Fang was determined to make peace and wanted an explanation from the Cao family, otherwise she would not give up.
The Cao family was at fault in this matter, and the village chief had no intention of favoring the Cao family.
Therefore, in the end, even though Mrs. Cao was extremely reluctant, looking at her son who was shrinking his neck and saying nothing, she could only grit her teeth, nod and agree to the divorce.
Then Tang Mingde helped write the letter of separation. Fang pressed his fingerprints without hesitation. Cao Daqiao refused, but Mrs. Cao took his hand and pressed it for him.
The bride price was not refundable, and Mrs. Cao couldn't afford the one or two silver coins required as compensation. In the end, the village chief lent it to them first.
Mrs. Fang took the silver and Li Shu, and without waiting for a moment, she packed up her bags and left the Cao family with her daughter, leaving Songshan Village without even looking back.
The villagers were filled with sadness after watching such a show.
However, the village chief warned her not to spread rumors. Everyone thought about the little girl's reputation and nodded in agreement. However, they couldn't help it and started talking about it in the village.
This Cao Daqiao is really nothing.
Qingzao was taken away, and it was the first time she was hurt today.
But what about Miao Xiang?
Everyone in the village saw this little girl who was seven years old, diligent and well-behaved. Cao Daqiao was her biological father, and the Cao family was her home. Can she leave?
The issues that the villagers are worried about are also the issues that the village chief and his wife are worried about.
Therefore, the villagers dispersed, but the couple did not follow them.
"Brothers and sisters, Daquan, I won't tell you clearly what this is about today. I feel ashamed even talking about it. Your sister-in-law knocked on the bridge last time, but this person obviously doesn't care about the village chief's aunt.
What you said has reached your ears. I just want to ask you now, do you still think that Miao Xiang is your granddaughter?" The village chief said without looking at Cao Daqiao, only looking at Granny Cao.
The villagers dispersed, and these were the only people left in the Cao family hall.
Mrs. Cao was sitting on a bench with her hands on her thighs. She was still immersed in the grief and anger that she had finally got back her daughter-in-law and divorced her. The bamboo basket was empty and she still owed one tael of silver.
Hearing what the village chief asked her, she subconsciously raised her head and glanced across.
There, the granddaughter Miao Xiang was sitting there in the arms of the village chief's wife, with her head lowered and her eyes red. Her small body was much smaller than other girls of the same age, and the clothes she wore were somewhat ill-fitting.
Over the years, their family has been very poor. If you think about it carefully, they have never bought a new set of clothes for their granddaughter. All the clothes she has worn since she was a child were made by sewing and dismantling a few of her dead mother's clothes.
This child has been diligent, well-behaved, and sensible since he was a child. He competes for all the work inside and outside the house. He can help her cook and cook at the age of three, and he can help with the laundry at the age of five. He is not so diligent.
It's a child.
If there is a grandson, such a hard-working granddaughter, she would also like it. Raising him well and marrying him off would be a blessing to the family.
It's a pity that she has no grandson, so she only has this granddaughter.
No matter how diligent you are, you can't continue the family lineage.
After so many years, she really dreams about the dead old man questioning her with red eyes every night, why didn't he pass down the incense to Lao Cao's family?
If she doesn't have a grandson in her lifetime, she won't be able to close her eyes until she dies, and she won't have the shame to go down to find her wife.
Mrs. Cao frowned, "Of course she is her granddaughter."
The village chief was also a little panicked when he saw her shameless look.
In this whole village, old and young, there is no woman as stubborn as Mrs. Cao.
This was what Daquan did when he died. He was present at the time, and he held Granny Cao's hand tightly until she agreed to let the Cao family inherit the throne before he died.
After so many years, it was Mrs. Cao's heartache to only have one grandson.
Grandson, grandson, it is important to pass on the incense, but there is no time in life to force it, what should be there will always be there.
Look at the Xiaoquan brothers and sisters, but they are more miserable than Granny Cao, right?
There is no man, no son, no daughter-in-law, and only a granddaughter. If she really insists on asking for incense, why not burn herself to death?
There is no grandson, and one person has to drag his granddaughter to grow up. How good is this life now?
My granddaughter is capable and promising, but why can't she stay at home and raise a wife?
Could it be that since the granddaughter was born, her own blood was not flowing in her body?
Alas, every family has its own scriptures that are difficult to recite. As the village chief, he can't control the things that people insist on asking for from their grandchildren.
The village chief sighed heavily, "Just think of Miao Xiang as your own granddaughter. Who in the village wouldn't praise this good granddaughter for how diligent and well-behaved she is? Can you bear to see her ruined like this in her life?"
Mrs. Cao couldn't help but look up at the village chief, and subconsciously retorted: "How could it be ruined? I didn't beat her or scold her. I just pulled her up and brought her up. How could it be ruined? My family is poor and I can't help it, otherwise.
, am I willing to let her do so much work every day without having new clothes to wear?"
"Do you really want me to make it clear?" the village chief clicked his tongue, frowning so hard that he could pinch a fly.
Mrs. Cao couldn't help but pursed her lips, "Okay, okay, why don't I control him from now on? There isn't much else in the house, it's just that there are more rooms. From now on, I will sleep in the same room with Miao Xiang, and I won't let her sleep in the same room."
Now that we have the same house, we will never leave her sooner or later, right?"
That way, it was obvious that he had already understood what his son was doing.
Also, how can a mother who lives under the same roof not know what her son has done?
But just because he was his own son, he turned a blind eye.
How can a granddaughter be as important as a son?
The village chief understood clearly, sighed slightly, and glanced at the village chief's wife.
The village chief's wife held her cold little hand and looked at Mrs. Cao's sullen expression. She couldn't help but pull her closer. After thinking about it, she said, "I heard that Miao Xiang is very good at needlework.
It just so happens that there are more embroidery jobs this time, and Wen Niang, Hui'er, I are a little too busy, so I asked Miao Xiang to stay at home and help with the work for a few days before we talk!"
The village chief listened and understood that the old lady felt sorry for her, so he nodded, looked at Granny Cao and said, "Then let Miao Xiang help my family for a few days, and we will take care of food and accommodation!"
Cao Daqiao, who had been silent in the corner, suddenly raised his head.
He did not dare to say anything to the village chief and only glanced at Granny Cao.
When Mrs. Cao saw it, she couldn't help but mutter, "It's the Chinese New Year soon, and there's still a lot of work to do at home! Now I owe money again. I have to weave a lot of baskets to save it. Miao Xiang wants to stay at home and help with the work."
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This is no longer acceptable.
The village chief glanced at Cao Daqiao and snorted coldly, "It's not free of charge for food and accommodation. The ten cents a day will be deducted from the one tael of silver!"
When Mrs. Cao heard this, her brows became a little more relaxed, "It's just to help with threading and so on. Are you really going to be paid ten cents?"
"Can I still trick you?" The village chief was so angry that his beard flew off. It was rare for him to talk nonsense with this mother and son. He is almost sixty, and he still wants to live for two more years and live as long as his father.
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Mrs. Cao laughed, glanced at her son, nodded and said, "Okay, Miao Xiang will work with you!"
The village chief shook his head and hurriedly asked the village chief's wife to leave quickly.