Volume One, Chapter Five: The First Encounter and the Warning of Famine
At this moment, everyone in the main household was filled with regret.
The piece of red cloth gleamed with a sheen, clearly of considerable value.
The fabric of the shoes was also made of expensive brocade satin, embroidered with subtle auspicious cloud patterns.
Had they known the new niece was so generous, they would have insisted on giving her a red envelope as a token of appreciation, hoping to receive a pile of good things in return.
They were truly envious.
Madam Cui Yuhong exchanged a glance with her husband, Su Dashan.
Then, she rose with a cheerful smile and strode up to Shen Shuli.
She reached out to grab Shen Shuli’s hand, but Shen Shuli deftly avoided it.
Unfazed, she continued to smile warmly. “Niece, your uncle, your cousins, and their spouses have already prepared welcoming gifts for you inside. We’ll go get them now, just wait a moment.”
With that, she led a dozen or so family members away in a flurry.
Old Su and Madam Su wore sullen expressions, reluctant to stop their eldest son but unable to speak up.
The elder couple knew the eldest’s intentions were merely to take advantage, not genuine goodwill, but still felt uneasy.
Soon, the main household returned with the gifts.
The red envelopes were all flat and empty.
One by one, they lined up to present their gifts to Shen Shuli.
A faint, scarcely noticeable sneer tugged at the corner of Shen Shuli’s lips as she accepted them all with a smile.
Then, before everyone’s eyes, she opened every red envelope.
To their shock, most contained just a single copper coin.
Worse still, some were stuffed with pebbles to pad them out, and a few were completely empty.
This audacious move made Shen Shuli laugh outright.
The main household hadn’t expected her to open the envelopes in front of them.
Now, each one grew more embarrassed than the last.
Yet, they shamelessly waited for Shen Shuli’s return gifts.
Madam Cui Yuhong couldn’t bear the silence any longer.
She boldly asked, “Niece, you’ve already returned gifts to the third branch, so it’s only fair to give your cousins in the main household some return gifts too. We’re one family after all—it would prevent any hard feelings.”
Shen Shuli narrowed her eyes, leaving only a slit visible, then flung the stack of red envelopes she held into the air, scattering their contents all over Madam Cui’s face.
“Are you worthy?”
“You, you—you shameless woman! How dare you humiliate me like this!” Cui Yuhong’s cheeks flushed crimson with fury as she reached out to slap Shen Shuli’s face.
Su Yunhai and Shen Yuehua, who stood at their daughter’s sides, immediately stepped forward to shield her, glaring coldly at Cui Yuhong.
“Sister-in-law, stop making a fool of yourself here. If your family can’t even afford proper red envelopes, why bring empty ones to insult anyone? And how dare you lay a hand on my daughter in front of me? Do you think I, Su Yunhai, am dead?”
Without a shred of respect, Su Yunhai kicked her to the ground.
No one had expected him to act so violently, and they were too stunned to move.
Su Dashan finally snapped out of his shock and rushed to check on his wife.
Seeing her writhing in pain on the ground, his eyes burned with fury as he shouted at Su Yunhai, “Su Yunhai, how dare you kick your eldest brother’s wife! You have a lot of nerve!”
Su Yunhai snorted coldly and radiated a fierce aura.
His plump face, barely able to reveal his eyes, looked down on Su Dashan disdainfully.
“What, do you want a taste of being kicked too?”
Su Dashan suddenly recalled that his second younger brother had long since turned ruthless and cruel, punishing anyone who didn’t flatter him openly or covertly.
“I am your elder brother!” Su Dashan bit back his anger.
“I only recognize you if I want to,” Su Yunhai retorted disdainfully.
“You!!” Su Dashan nearly spat blood in rage.
Old Su hurried forward to mediate before the brothers came to blows again. “Enough! Eldest son, quickly take your wife back to rest.”
“Second son, even if your sister-in-law’s gifts were paltry, they still came from the heart. How can you strike her?”
“You’re supposed to be a scholar—you want to ruin your reputation by acting like this?” Old Su couldn’t help but lecture sternly.
“Enough of the nonsense,” Su Yunhai snapped, fed up with the Su family.
Now he finally understood why, despite sharing the same faces as his modern parents and brothers, their worldviews and temperaments differed so greatly.
It was because some detestable author had deliberately made them repugnant.
He had once shown them some respect, given their resemblance to his past family.
But now, they were nothing but paper-thin characters.
He had come to terms with it.
“I have something important to tell you all. Sit down.”
Su Yunhai took his wife and daughter to their seats, glaring from afar at the other branches.
The people from the other two branches remained silent and quietly sat down.
They eyed the nearly cold dishes, especially the two rare meat dishes—braised chicken and red-cooked pork—hungry but afraid to touch anything.
“My daughter brought back some crucial news from Qingzhou.”
“The upper echelons of Qingzhou’s nobility have confirmed the northern general’s death in battle. His nine sons have also been reported dead one after another. Hanshan Pass has fallen and been occupied by the northern barbarians.”
“The northern vassal king is seizing the opportunity to conscript widely—even ten-year-olds are not spared—and is finding all sorts of excuses to raise taxes. This severe drought means crops won’t grow, leaving the people with no way to survive.”
“Many desperate refugees have recently fled from the northern borders into Qingzhou. Our area will soon be overwhelmed with migrants who will surely seize our grain and homes.”
“The heat is unbearable; the soil temperature is so high that seeds are literally cooking underground. No matter how much water is poured, nothing will sprout—there will be no harvest this year.”
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