Chapter 179 - 179: Kneeling Down
Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm
Translator: 549690339
Without hesitation, Qiao Xiaomai replied, âNo money, no loans.â
The forced smile on Mrs. Sunâs face instantly collapsed. She took a deep breath, and with a stern face said, âXiaomai, if your fifth uncle becomes successful, you can surely benefit from it as well.â
This gathering was an exchange meeting hosted by Bailu Academy and the Imperial College.
Due to the headmaster Guâs influence, Bailu Academy was the biggest and most famous academy in Daqi, but since Gu had already retired, Bailu Academy was only considered a private institute.
While the Imperial College is the official academy of Daqi and the highest place of learning.
Every three years, the two institutes have an exchange meeting, and only the most knowledgeable or noble students are sent to participate.
This year, the exchange was to be held at Bailu Academy, and Sun Junyan, after much effort, had gotten Fan Jia to agree to attend with him.
Therefore, after Sun Junyan returned for the Tomb-Sweeping Festival, he made a request to Mrs. Sun: money.
The exchange meeting wasnât just about sitting around discussing academics, they would also tour Bailu Town. With so many people attending, he would surely need to spend money to establish relationships with those who were either scholarly or had good backgrounds.
Moreover, he wanted to have a few silk suits made. After all, the right clothes make the man. He looked decent enough and if he wore expensive clothes, people would surely mistake him for a young lord if they didnât know his background.
Holding such expectations, Sun Junyan exaggerated the importance of this exchange meeting to Mrs. Sun, suggesting that if he missed it, he would lose his chance to climb the social ladder.
Mrs. Sun, terrified by his words, hurried over while Qiao Qinghe was in the fields.
She approached not only politely but also managed to force a smile on her face, patiently explaining the situation to Qiao Xiaomai.
Mind you, she usually just stole what she wanted, her behavior had really changed!
However, her newfound humility meant nothing to Qiao Xiaomai.
âNo money, no loans,â she repeated.
âJust fifty taels, just fifty taels. When your fifth uncle becomes successful, heâll surely pay you back,â pleaded Mrs. Sun with newfound patience. Her face was grim, but her tone was reasonable, as if she were negotiating.
âNo money, no loans,â Qiao Xiaomai replied in the same manner.
Considering the thirty taels of silver given by Shopkeeper He yesterday, her savings had finally exceeded a hundred taels. Now, Mrs. Sun wanted to borrow fifty.
Outrageous!
âXiaomai, this truly involves your fifth uncleâs future. As your grandmother, I beg you, heâll certainly repay you in the future.â Mrs. Sun gritted her teeth, glanced at Tong Sanlang sitting in the courtyard, and, with a thud, she unexpectedly knelt before Qiao Xiaomai.
Sun Junyanâs initial request was for a hundred taels, worrying that Xiaomai wouldnât lend him so much, she reduced the amount to fifty.
Who would have thought that Qiao Xiaomai wouldnât be willing to lend even fifty taels?
The family sat on a mountain of gold and silver, yet coldly watched her own uncleâs future be ruined.
Mrs. Sun cursed inwardly, but she feigned a look of extreme distress on her face â she was truly at her witâs end. Unable to rob, she could only kneel.
If Qiao Xiaomai still refused even after this, she would definitely sit at the entrance of the village and curse her for three days before filing a grievance about her lack of filial piety in the County Town!
Both Qiao Xiaomai and Tong Sanlang hadnât anticipated Mrs. Sunâs act.
She used to not treat Qiao Xiaomai as a human being. And now, she was actually kneeling.
Tong Sanlangâs brows knitted slightly as he took big strides towards the exit.
Meanwhile, Qiao Xiaomai internally cursed before quickly stepping aside.
Bloody hell!
As someone familiar with the âDaqi Lawsâ, Qiao Xiaomai knew the implications of this kneeling.. She instinctively ran towards the exit, repeating âBloody hell! Bloody hell! Bloody hell! What to do now!â