Divorced woman with child travels through time

Chapter 338: The cost is quite high.

"Anyway, you're still a bit lacking. Don't think too much about it. Just focus on practicing." Chengcheng's little face was awkward as she awkwardly comforted him.

"I understand!" Chen Xuanyu didn't say anything back.

"Actually, it's nothing..." Xiao Hao rarely spoke, his expression serious, as if he had remembered something, and he hesitated before saying, "It'll be alright in the past."

Chen Xuanyu looked at him mischievously, "Let's have a fight, I'm so frustrated!"

"What are you talking about... Fight! Damn it, you ambushed me!" Before Xiao Hao could finish speaking, Chen Xuanyu pounced on him.

"Bang!" Chen Xuanyu was punched in the face by Xiao Hao. "Hey, you actually dared to hit my handsome face!!"

"Bang bang bang!" Xiao Hao was also hit, and he fought back even harder.

"Ouch!" Chen Xuanyu fell for it again, this time on his chin.

"I'll help you!" Fifteen couldn't stand it anymore. "Then let's play two against two!" Chengcheng also joined in, and the four of them wrestled together. Before long, all four of them went to class with bruises and swelling on their faces. Mr. Xu was very annoyed.

In the villa in Lijia Town, Zhong Chang looked at the three teenagers in front of him and had a headache. Was Chen's workshop so easy to get into? He told them to start work tomorrow. He didn't even have time to say anything difficult. They were just kids, so it was fine. He let them go home to see their parents, gave them their household registration books, and asked them to start work tomorrow before letting them leave.

The three men returned to their respective courtyards. In fact, Zhong Chang's thinking was too simplistic. The reason he brought all three families back was that he planned to infiltrate the manor, assassinate them, and then release them. He never expected that he would have to imprison the other families first. However, he was a wealthy merchant after all, and he still had a courtyard, so supporting some people was not a problem. But it was impossible for them to live a particularly good life. Therefore, the three families who were tied up were sometimes hungry and sometimes full, eating sweet potatoes every meal, which caused them heartburn.

"Dad, Mom, I'm back!" Fang Tong happily entered the house. His mother was washing clothes. When she saw him come over, she immediately put down the clothes, shook her hands, wiped them on the clothes, held his hand, and looked him over carefully. "Are you alright? Did they make things difficult for you over there? You've done something terrible to do such a thing."

Mr. Fang also came out, supporting his grandmother. "Are you alright?" He was even more heartbroken when he saw the obvious wounds on his son's head from the kowtow.

Fang's younger brother, who was only five years old, also came over and took his hand, asking, "Brother, is your head hurt? Does it hurt?"

"I'm fine!" Fang Tong shook his head with a smile. "By the way, I have some steamed buns here, given to me by Chen Ji. They smell really good." Fang Tong quickly took out a crumpled but obviously very thick mixed-grain steamed bun from his pocket.

Fang's mother took a steamed bun, broke it in half, and said, "Mother, husband, you eat, I'm not hungry." She then took another bun, broke it in half, and gave it to the two children.

"Mom, you eat. I'm going to work at Chen's tomorrow, so I'll have something to eat." Fang Tong was very sensible and pushed the steamed bun directly to his mother's mouth.

"Sigh." Fang's mother didn't say anything, but broke the steamed bun in half again. "Eat some, so you won't feel uncomfortable."

Except for the youngest, Fang Di, who ate with relish, everyone else found it difficult to swallow, as they couldn't accept the thought of what Fang Tong would have to do tomorrow.

The whole family fell silent. This situation was very difficult. They were all defenseless people. The young man who had abducted them was fierce and menacing. They didn't dare to run away. Moreover, they had elderly people and young children with them, so they couldn't escape. They were just going to visit relatives, so why were they so unlucky?

"Sigh!" Father Fang sighed, looking at the steamed buns that were still soft and firm even though they had cooled down, and said, "This Chen family is truly a kind family; even the steamed buns they give to their servants are so delicious."

After a long silence, Fang's father finally spoke with difficulty, "Son, must this Madam Chen be killed?" In just a few days, Fang's father had been imprisoned, and half of his black hair had turned white.

Fang Tong's youthful face showed his embarrassment, but he still explained, "The steward said that if I don't come back in a day, he will kill one of you. This Madam Chen cannot be kept alive."

"Actually, they are innocent too, but what can we do?" Fang's mother wiped away her tears in anguish.

"Stop talking, get some rest," Fang Tong said, his face extremely pale.

The family went to bed early, but whether they could fall asleep was another matter.

The next morning, before dawn, the three of them set off with their household registration books and a sweet potato about the thickness of a finger each. It took them more than an hour to walk from Lijia Town to Chenji, a distance of more than 20 li, by which time it was already broad daylight.

Led by Zhuantou, the three met Aunt Liu from yesterday, with Sister Nie joining them. The three took out their household registration books one by one. Aunt Liu glanced at them with a strange look in her eyes, then handed the books to Sister Nie. After Sister Nie looked at them, she exchanged a glance with Aunt Liu. Aunt Liu then took some people and gave them to Chahua, asking her to instruct the three to do some chores before leaving.

Chahua didn't think much of it and arranged for the three of them to do the work. One killed the small fish, one cleaned the innards, and one marinated the fish and shrimp. They were all working together, and luckily, the three of them were used to doing chores at home, so they did it very smoothly.

Sister-in-law Nie and Aunt Liu went to find Chen Wenfang without anyone's knowledge, and also called Brother Nie and Li Huanqiu over.

“Madam, these three people are not normal. When they came yesterday, they were determined to stay. I just checked the household registration book, and I don’t know any of them before. What a coincidence,” Aunt Liu said.

"Yes, I also think there's a problem," Sister-in-law Nie said suspiciously.

"Did you bring the household registration book with you?" Chen Wenfang asked.

"I brought it, take a look."

Chen Wenfang took a look and indeed, they were from three different counties, all outside the province, thousands of miles apart. How could they possibly know each other?

Brother Nie also took a look and said, "Third brother, make a copy of this and take it to the county government to ask."

"Okay!" Li Huan consciously took the pen from the table, copied the text, and headed straight to town.

Brother Nie went to check on the three people. After learning that they were not martial artists, he told Sister-in-law Nie that they were not a threat and went to work. The nineteenth building was about to be completed, and he was very busy.

Chen Wenfang then went to help Aunt Hu brew and refine the wine. Brewing wine is a skill that requires some knowledge, and she needs to study it in depth. After all, Chen's Restaurant is doing very well. The five jars of wine they moved there only lasted for two days, which shows that no matter what era it is, there is no shortage of rich people.

A young merchant from the capital paid the full amount for twenty jars of wine. Each jar was worth fifty taels, so twenty jars would be worth a thousand taels. What a generous gesture! Chen Wenfang felt he had sold them too cheaply.

Since brewing wine, the grain shortage has been getting bigger and bigger. Chen Wenfang was unwilling to touch the grain in the warehouse, so he increased the amount of grain delivered by merchants. Now Chen's winery consumes nearly a thousand catties of grain every day, and the output has also increased. There are a lot of people ordering fried rice and sachima. Chen Wenfang always suspects that someone has taken some and stored it, but he thinks that food doesn't keep for long and should be fine.