My domineering ex-husband is living off his wife in ancient times.

Chapter 29 A Ridiculous Verbal Battle

"What tribute money?" Upon hearing this, Zhao quickly grabbed Si Shaoheng and asked weakly, "This twenty-seven taels was given by Cheng with her own private savings, wasn't it?"

"No. It was given to me with the Si family's public funds. I thought I'd cover it up first." Si Shaoheng had also learned Cheng Ruoan's trick, which was to be upfront on the spot and not play the business game of being polite and giving the other party face or room to maneuver.

Upon hearing this, Zhao almost fainted.

"Our family only had twenty-seven taels of silver left, and you gave it all to the county magistrate?!"

Why, my son, why!

Cheng Ruoan was startled by her sudden howl and rubbed her ears, saying, "If Sanlang doesn't give it, there's no way to quickly issue the travel permit. The government can delay us for ten days or half a month. If the plague breaks out then, are we going to wait for the King of Hell to come and take us away in Qingshan County?"

"Mother-in-law, stop yelling. Just consider it money to buy your life. Anyway, it only amounts to one tael each. Your life isn't even worth one tael?"

"It's definitely more than that. In the slave market, a rough old woman like my mother-in-law can still fetch three or five taels."

Cheng's mother provided a market price.

Zhao:......

That makes sense, but didn't you two, mother and daughter, say something a bit too harsh?

What does "a rough, unskilled woman like her" mean?

Before she got married, she was at least a daughter of a wealthy merchant family. When she married into the Si family, they were still from a wealthy farming family. Not to mention, when her third son passed the imperial examination, she would become an old lady of an official family and a lady of high rank!

Zhao became angrier the more she thought about it. She didn't feel so bad about the one tael of money per person to buy her life, but why should the Si family pay for it?

Thinking about it, she looked at the Cheng family and the Xia family.

Cheng's mother was always quick to give money, and without saying a word, she gave Cheng Ruo'an another three taels.

So Zhao rolled up her sleeves and walked up to the Xia family.

She spread her hands: "Give me the money, five taels for the five members of your Xia family!"

Old Mrs. Xia couldn't stand it anymore, so she rushed out and spat on Zhao's outstretched palm.

"Pah! Your Si family said they gave twenty-seven taels of tribute, so issuing a travel permit means they really did give it?"

My family's shrewdness is right. I think your Si family just tricked us into coming here to rob us!

"Ah! Granny Xia, are you sick? Don't you know your saliva stinks?!" Zhao slapped Granny Xia across the face. "Smell it yourself! Doesn't it stink?!"

"Let's argue then! But you've had this spitting habit for decades and you still haven't changed! I'm going to fight you to the death, you old woman! Heh-tui!"

Then the two of them started fighting and spitting at each other.

"Ouch, Mother, don't hit my mother-in-law! Mother-in-law, don't pull my mother's hair either! Dalang, why don't you go and break up the fight!" Xia Shi held Si Daya in her arms, giving verbal commands to mediate, but she didn't move her body at all.

How could Si Dalang possibly go up and break up the fight?

With his mother-in-law on one side and his elderly mother on the other, this grown man couldn't please either of them through physical contact. He could only stand there anxiously scratching his head and shouting "Stop hitting! Stop hitting!" several times. Then he asked Xia Shoucai and Old Man Xia to pull them apart.

But the Xia family remained unmoved.

They're not losing out, so why are they pulling?

In the entire Xia family, the strongest fighter in fighting and bickering is Old Lady Xia.

In Baihua Village, she dared not scold Cheng's mother, but she would scold anyone else she disliked.

When Zhao first arrived in Baihua Village, she was often scolded to tears by Old Lady Xia, which is why she later listened to Old Man Si and arranged for her eldest son to marry Xia.

Old Man Si thought that since Si Dalang and Xia Shi had taken a liking to each other, it would be better for the two families to become enemies through marriage, and perhaps the relationship would be eased.

Zhao thought so too; if Old Lady Xia dared to scold her again, she would torment her daughter Xia to death.

However, Xia was good at coaxing people. After marrying into the Si family, she made Zhao happy and persuaded old woman Xia not to scold the Si family.

At least don't swear in front of others.

Neither the eldest son's family nor the Xia family went up to break up the fight, so it was even less likely that the others would do so.

Cheng Ruoan was stunned.

Omg.

Zhao and Xia's bodies were covered in each other's saliva.

It's the legendary saliva of an old woman who "dares not smell it"!

Cheng Ruoan got goosebumps just thinking about it and quickly told the Si brothers, "Stop thinking about anything against the rules! Hurry up and pull them apart, this verbal battle is too disgusting... yum..."

It seems like the aroma is wafting over.

Cheng Ruoan quickly hopped on one foot to the side of the Cheng family's table, which was the furthest away from the Xia family's table.

Si Shaoheng: ...

He has mysophobia.

Can't let go.

The other one, Si Erlang, simply turned his head away, pretending that his injuries were still in pain, and shrank to the side.

Si Shaoheng turned his head and saw a bamboo pole next to the stove at the tea stall, so he asked Dalang and Silang to get the bamboo pole to separate the two of them.

“Mother, Aunt Xia, if you’re going to hit us, wait until we’ve settled all the accounts.”

Si Shaoheng had a stern face, and even though he had a scholarly air about him, he still looked somewhat intimidating.

Si Dalang felt embarrassed, after all, he was the one who was supposed to help the Xia family. Now he thought about trying to mediate again.

"Third brother, I..."

Si Shaoheng waved his hand, "Big brother, don't say anything, I'll handle it."

"Sigh. Alright..." Si Dalang sighed and walked aside to look at Zhao Shi.

As a result, she received several slaps from Zhao, who was disheveled and smelled of saliva.

Si Shaoheng said to the Xia family, "It doesn't matter if you don't believe me. When we get back to Huilan City, I will personally hand over your Xia family's household registration and travel permit to the government officials."

Whether you need a travel permit to return to Qingshan County or a travel permit to go somewhere else, you can go to the government office yourself.

I'll take the five taels of silver; I don't need it.

Consider this a pre-emptive gift from the Si family to the Xia family, a gift that will last a lifetime.

After speaking slowly and deliberately, Si Shaoheng looked at Madam Xia with indifferent and cold eyes: "So, is sister-in-law satisfied?"

Xia was so frightened that her knees buckled.

Does her brother-in-law mean that the Si family should sever ties with her maternal family from now on?!

How is this any different from forcing her to sever ties with her family?

After marriage, obey your husband.

If she still wants to support her family in the future, will Si Sanlang make his eldest son divorce her?

The more Xia thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

Don't be fooled by Si Sanlang's constant talk of benevolence and morality.

But scholars have always been the most fickle, and this Si Sanlang is the most selfish and vengeful of all scholars!

She wiped the sweat from her brow, her face pale, and forced a forced smile: "Third brother, what are you saying in anger?"

My family members are all peasants; how could they possibly know how to deal with the government?

They didn't even dare to go into the government office!

That's because I didn't understand, so I asked more questions. I didn't mean to distrust you.

They've lost their land and houses back home, and can't go back. They're definitely going to follow us north to settle down, right? To protect their wealth?"

"Yes...yes..." Xia Shoucai was also frightened.

The look and aura of the Si family's Sanlang just now were terrifying!

How could this be a scholar who has been paralyzed for many years and has only been able to walk for a few days?

Whose scholar looks at people like they're looking at a dead person?!