MTL - I Transmigrated Into A Divorce And Remarried A Hunter Husband-Chapter 10 , beat me if you don't listen

  Chapter 10, Disobedient beating

  There was an extra Sun Yi carrying and pouring water, and she worked very quickly. When the house was cleaned up, Sun Xiu had already made the dumpling stuffing.

   One pork onion, one egg and leek stuffing.

Regardless of Sun Xiu's young age, she is really good at cooking. Just rolling the dumpling wrappers at the speed, holding a rolling pin in one hand, and rolling a dumpling ball in the other. A round dumpling wrapper is ready. Sun Ke immediately took it Made dumplings.

  The five-year-old made the dumplings neatly and very quickly, and with the addition of Sun Yi, she didn't need to do it at all.

  She went to wash the pot and light the fire.

  When the dumplings swelled up in the pot, they were white and fat, and the fragrance came out.

  The eyes of the three children were bright, they cleaned the table, took the bowl, set the chopsticks, and looked for vinegar.

  When Sun Yiming appeared at the door of the kitchen, the mother and daughter were all stunned for a moment, and the three children all took a step back, with fear in their eyes.

  Han Qiao remained calm as usual, "Wash your hands and eat."

  She also needs Sun Yiming to write books to make money, so that he won't be hungry.

  Sun Yiming was also embarrassed.

  He thought about running away.

   When he left the study and looked at the courtyard door, he really wanted to run. But he was afraid, afraid that Han Qiao would really go out and spread rumors to ruin his reputation, and go to the Yamen to sue him for cheating.

  One loses face and the other dies.

  After Han Qiao tied him up and beat him up last night, he said that he was the most vicious woman, so he dared not bet.

  A family of five sat on the table, there were enough dumplings, and Sun Yiming didn't have to eat alone, and the mother and daughter were hungry.

  The three children insisted on keeping their mouths shut, not daring to speak out, let alone look at Sun Yiming.

  Sun Yiming was also silent, and sneaked a look at Han Qiao, seeing that Han Qiao was eating dumplings as usual, no longer shrunk down like before, with a sad face.

  The whole person has an indescribable charm.

  The face is still the same face, and the person is still the same person.

   "How many thousand-character essays did you write this morning?" Han Qiao asked suddenly.

  Sun Yiming almost got stuck in a dumpling.

   "Wrote five books."

   "..."

  Han Qiao paused with the chopsticks.

  Writing five books in one morning, still when he was not so willing.

   "Can I finish writing five more books this afternoon?" Han Qiao asked.

   "Can, can."

   "Then write it after you eat the dumplings, and write it as soon as possible."

  Han Qiao acted as it should, which made Sun Yiming's teeth itch with hatred.

   Zhang opened his mouth and finally didn't dare to say more.

   After eating the dumplings, I went back to the study to write a thousand-character essay.

  Sun Xiu did the dishes, while Han Qiao and Sun Yi cleaned up the three children's house.

  The house of the three children is also dirty, with dust everywhere, move out the things that can be moved, and clean and scrub carefully.

  Push open the windows for ventilation.

  Then the four of them washed and dried the clothes in the yard.

  The saponins at home were sent by Han Qiao’s natal elder brother, and they were collected from the mountains for free. Han Qiao boiled a few big jars and relied on them for laundry and hair washing all year round.

   I washed a whole jar of soap locust solution before I finished washing the clothes.

  Niang, all four of them were very tired.

  Han Qiao asked the third child to rest as well, while she got up and pushed open the door of the study. Seeing Sun Yiming sleeping on the table, she was so angry that she picked up a stick and went up to beat him.

   "Oh, oh," Sun Yiming screamed in pain.

  While dodging, he wanted to fight back, and was beaten even worse by Han Qiao.

   "Mr. Han, stop it." Sun Yiming shouted angrily.

   "I've already finished writing, and I've finished writing the remaining five thousand-character texts."

  Han Qiao stopped holding the stick.

  Looking at Sun Yiming, he blinked, "Is it finished?"

   "It's written."

  Han Qiao stepped forward to look through it, and it was indeed written.

   The writing is pretty good.

   Both the handwriting and line spacing are neat and tidy, which shows that he is not lazy.

   "Then you should fight if you don't go out to work after finishing writing, and hide in the study to be lazy."

  Sun Yiming jumped angrily when he heard the words, and retorted in a rough voice, "You didn't ask me to go out to work."

   "Then you hit me earlier and didn't tell me in advance." Han Qiao retorted.

   "..."

   "..."

  The two stared with wide eyes.

  Han Qiao's Sun Yiming was speechless.

  He swallowed, feeling weak, and whispered, "I don't know how to do housework either."

   "Then go fetch water and fill the water tank."

   After finishing speaking, Han Qiao began to tidy up the thousand-character essay written by Sun Yiming.

   Then take it out of the house.

  Called Sun Xiu to come to the front, "Axiu, you and Ayi will go to the bookstore, give the copied thousand-character text to shopkeeper Xie, and then come back with rice paper and ink for twenty books."

   "What about the money for copying the books?" Sun Xiu asked in a low voice.

   One book of one hundred coins, ten books is one thousand coins, one tael of silver.

   "If shopkeeper Xie wants to give it to you, just ask him to take a hundred copper coins, a total of ten. If you don't give it to you, I will make it tomorrow." Han Qiao whispered to Sun Xiu.

   She will not let Sun Yiming hear these words.

   Let him know how much money he makes copying books. At least not for now.

  Sun Xiu nodded and took Sun Yi out.

  Han Qiao has to prepare dinner.

  I ate dumplings at noon, and some pumpkin porridge at night.

  Sun Ke lit a fire for her.

  The mother and daughter were busy in the kitchen, and Sun Yiming sneaked towards the door.

  His hand just touched the courtyard door when Han Qiao caught him by the collar and threw him to the ground with a clever force.

   "Ouch." Sun Yiming screamed.

  Han Qiao greeted him directly in the face this time, punching and kicking without mercy.

  Sun Yiming screamed again and again, but he didn't even have a chance to scold Han Qiao.

  All he could do was scream, and was soon beaten up with a bruised nose and a swollen face.

  Han Qiao stood up, put his hands on his hips, "If you dare to go out and show off with this face, I respect you Sun Yiming is a hero."

  Does Sun Yiming dare?

  He didn't dare, he couldn't afford to lose face.

  He opened his mouth to scold Han Qiao, but Han Qiao raised his hand to hit him, and he flinched in fright.

   "Counsellor." Han Qiao cursed in a low voice.

  Turn around and turn over the straw mat to dry.

  It’s hot in July, and many of the clothes I washed in the afternoon have dried up.

  Sun Yiming shrank back into the study, sat down on the chair, looked up at the hemp rope hanging from the beam, he was startled.

   In a hurry, he tore off the hemp rope, threw it on the ground, and stepped on it a few times in frustration.

   "Heh." Han Qiao sneered and came from the door.

  Sun Yiming was stiff all over, turned his head to look over, "I, I..."

   "Pick it up and hang it up for me immediately." Han Qiao shouted angrily.

  Sun Yiming shook in fright, hurriedly picked up the hemp rope and threw it on the roof beam.

  He never lifts his hands or shoulders, and he has no strength at all, and he can't shake it at all.

  Old strenuously moaning, blushing.

  Han Qiao ignored him, turned and went to the kitchen.

  Sun Yiming swayed a few times in the study, then sat on the chair discouraged, his buttocks hurt, his face hurt, and his whole body hurt.

  He didn't know what happened to Han Qiao. Suddenly he was so fierce, he was merciless in beating up people, and he didn't care about the relationship between husband and wife at all.

  He was going to divorce her sooner or later.

  Bookstore

   Shopkeeper Xie saw Sun Xiu enter the bookstore, and asked in surprise, "Is it finished?"

   "It's finished." Sun Xiu opened the bag and handed over a stack of rice paper.

  There is no thread yet, everything is still unraveled.

   Shopkeeper Xie read one by one, except for the first one which was relatively unfamiliar, the next nine were very well written and there were no typos.

   "I'll settle the money for you here."

   "My mother said she wanted a hundred copper coins. Take another twenty books of rice paper and ink." Sun Xiu said softly.

"it is good."

  These ten thousand-character texts are ready to be loaded, and they can make a few taels of silver by reselling them. He wished for as many as possible.

   Get your money quickly. Pack the rice paper and ink and pass it to Sun Xiu, "Be careful on the road."

"Um."

  Sun Xiu took Sun Yi out of the bookstore, but didn't dare to stay for a moment, and went straight home.

  (end of this chapter)