Quick Transmigration: The Mad Beauty Refuses to Be the Scapegoat! Chapter 339 - 37: The Doomed Sister-in-law in the Group-Pamp

Under the cover of night, the tractor chugged into the town, bypassing the big state-owned restaurant and stopping at a factory gate.

A middle-aged man walked over, seemingly having waited for a long ti, and eagerly climbed onto the tractor to look at the goods inside.

Jiang Lai got off the tractor and chatted with the man for a while. Then, so younger guys erged from the factory and swiftly started unloading items, stacking them tidily on the ground.

The middle-aged man inspected each item thoroughly, then calculated with a pen and paper, finally passing the calculated number to Jiang Lai.

"How about this number?"

Jiang Lai glanced at it and smiled.

"Boss Du is into big business, I trust he won’t deceive us simple girls who haven’t seen the world, but we spent over three thousand on these goods. It seems this business isn’t profitable, perhaps we should honestly return to farming."

The middle-aged man, upon hearing Jiang Lai’s words, chuckled.

"If you want to earn money now, you have to be in this line of work. How about I add a bit more, does this number work?"

The man added a few hundred more, and Jiang Lai nodded.

"Alright, Boss Du is generous and affluent, bringing us juniors along to earn together. Next ti I receive good goods, I’ll be sure to contact Boss Du directly."

The whole basket of items was unloaded and replaced with a thick, hefty bundle of cash. Jiang Lai patted it and grinningly looked at Xie Jian.

"Do you know how much we earned this trip?"

"Hmm, how much?"

"Over a thousand."

Over a thousand.

Numbers he didn’t dare to dream of before, now easily cradled in his hands.

The amount made him feel sowhat dazed, at tis feeling like what he held wasn’t money.

Back ho, Jiang Lai placed the money into the grain jar where he usually saved it, now totaling around five thousand, mostly in ten-dollar bills with various small change.

"Are we going again tomorrow?"

"No hurry, you should fix your tractor first. We’ve almost bought up the second-hand goods around here, let’s rest for a while before checking out farther villages."

Calculating the days, Jiang Jinbao should be able to get out of bed soon, and Liu Yan should be coming over.

Early the next morning, as the door opened, Liu Yan’s shouting could be heard outside.

Xie Jian was tinkering with his tractor; the knocking on the door didn’t bother him, he continued his work until Jiang Lai ca out, then stood up to face her, calmly saying.

"She’s been knocking for a long ti."

"Hmm, let her keep knocking, let’s eat first."

Having money ant eating whatever you wanted: refined rice and white noodles as staple food, with chicken, duck, fish, and at every day—enjoying to the point that Xie Jian had gained a little weight, though just enough to make his face appear gentler.

It was after breakfast that Jiang Lai leisurely went to open the door.

Outside, Liu Yan’s face was red from knocking, looking very displeased at Jiang Lai, stepping inside imdiately.

"Where’s the brick house? I went to see and it was gone!"

"I tore it down."

"Tore it down?! Who tore it down?"

"I did, didn’t want it, so I tore it down."

Liu Yan stared at her, finally realizing what was happening, lowering her voice and hoarsely saying.

"Are you doing this on purpose? You just don’t want to give the house to your brother, huh?"

"Yeah, I tore it down, didn’t want it, don’t want to give it to Jiang Jinbao."

Liu Yan’s usefulness had expired, Jiang Lai couldn’t be bothered wasting ti on her.

"You damn girl! You must want to die, daring to speak to your mother like this!!"

Like before, Liu Yan would resort to hitting upon dissatisfaction, her strength combined with long nails ant Jiang Lai’s body would be covered in scratches before she’d stop.

This ti, Jiang Lai grabbed Liu Yan’s wrist and pushed her away.

"Does that pig Jiang Jinbao still want to live in a brick house? Still want to marry a wife? Even the sow in the pigsty would shake her head, let alone a proper young lady. I’m telling you, don’t think just because he can’t find a wife now, even if he does, I’ll make sure to ruin it!"

Upon hearing Jiang Lai’s rebellious remarks, Liu Yan was furious and wanted to hit her but was restrained, ending up sitting on the ground howling.

The content of her howling was nothing but saying her daughter raised in vain, now independent with money, neglecting her mother, watching her own brother suffer without offering money as aid, stone-hearted and so on.

Overall, her tone fluctuated like singing a tune, attracting many onlookers.

Jiang Lai simply grabbed a bench, took a handful of sunflower seeds, and sat by the door watching Liu Yan rolling on the ground. She felt neither embarrassed nor annoyed, rather found it amusing.

After all, idle monts have no TV, why not enjoy the commotion.

As long as you’re not embarrassed, then it’s others who are embarrassed.

Not to ntion Liu Yan, who rantingly cursed, rolling in dirt; upon looking up, Jiang Lai was simply watching like a monkey, completely indifferent.

Impassive.

Liu Yan was infuriated, hoping to take the house and money quickly to find a daughter-in-law for her son. Now, the money was gone, the house was gone, and the culprit was right here watching the show.

"You damn girl, just wait, you’ll end up dead out there, you..."

The curses were extrely vulgar; not just as a mother towards a daughter, even if they were enemies of decades, such words wouldn’t have been said, leaving the surrounding people disgusted.

Jiang Lai’s face turned sullen, leaned down to look at Liu Yan’s fierce and twisted expression, then unhesitatingly slapped her, leaving Liu Yan speechless, eyes wide and nearly bursting, brimming with hatred and curses, glaring at Jiang Lai, trembling all over.

"The kindness of birth and upbringing has been repaid with those two hundred dollars already; if you continue cursing or hitting , aren’t you born a son to back you up? Let your precious son co find , get lost!"

The onlookers were startled by Jiang Lai’s toughness, hurriedly dispersing, discussing wildly while glancing back.

Xie Jian stepped forward, inspecting Jiang Lai’s palm.

"If we have money, let’s move to town, and not return."

"Since I’ve acted, why fear speaking up?"

Jiang Lai was unfazed.

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The news of Liu Yan being slapped by Jiang Lai quickly spread throughout the village.

Even those who witnessed everything would say one thing:

Jiang Lai is too ruthless; no matter what, one shouldn’t hit their own mother, and even if prosperous, one shouldn’t watch their maternal family suffer.

As the weather gradually cooled, the cultural evening event post-fall harvest was about to comnce.

During this era, the annual cultural evening was nearly equivalent to the future Spring Festival Gala, significant and grand, one of the few entertainnt activities for rural folks. Most villagers would bring stools early on, securing spots to watch the performances.

The village held its own performances, while the brigade hosted theirs.

Jiang Lai, as a cadre in the village’s publicity departnt, was invited to see the cultural performance by the brigade, accompanied by the village secretary.