Quick Transmigration: Underdog Turns out to be Untouchable Chapter 1161 - 1071: Female Chancellor (Part 9)

Mrs. Zhao’s words were so harsh, especially when she said Yin Shuangshuang would die sooner or later; Yin Zheng detested hearing that.

Yin Zheng knew Mrs. Zhao wouldn’t say anything nice, so when she began her first sentence, he covered Yin Shuangshuang’s ears, afraid she might hear sothing upsetting.

Yin Shuangshuang lay in Yin Zheng’s arms, wanting to say that her ears worked very well, and even with them covered, she heard everything Mrs. Zhao said.

Though he covered his daughter’s ears, Yin Zheng was still quite angered by Mrs. Zhao’s words, his face turning ugly in an instant, with fire in Mrs. Wang’s eyes as well—who was she cursing?

Without waiting for Mrs. Wang to explode, Yin Zheng spoke first, "Mother’s kind intentions are best saved for my third brother. There’s no need to trouble yourself over ; even if I die without having anyone to break tiles for my funeral, I won’t need my nephew for old age support.

If I want to spend money on my daughter, it’s my choice; my daughter is my own child. If I don’t cherish my own child, why would I cherish soone else’s? I’m not stupid.

I advise mother not to always think of having the brothers help the third brother. After all, he is thoroughly disappointing.

Studying in school for years and unable to even pass the child student exam, truly an embarrassnt to the teacher. If mother keeps squeezing us to support the third brother’s family, eventually, you’ll spoil him.

Considering how biased father and mother are towards , the day you two are gone, I certainly won’t care about the third brother. Without us, if the brothers support him, see if your precious son will starve to death."

Yin Zheng’s words caused Old Master Yin and Mrs. Zhao’s faces to turn livid. Old Master Yin pointed at Yin Zheng with his smoking pipe, his hand trembling, cursing, "Beast, beast, you’re a little beast!"

Mrs. Zhao slapped her thigh, directly sat on the ground, and began crying and lanting, "I can’t live anymore! You’re cursing us to die? I’m going to find the village chief to report your disrespect and unfilial behavior. Oh my heavens, I can’t go on living..."

Mrs. Zhao wailed and slapped her thigh, putting on quite a show, while Yin Zhong pulled Hu Family back from persuading Mrs. Zhao, with a mocking smile at the corner of his lips.

Yin Zhong had long been dissatisfied with his parents’ favoritism. As his mother wailed about the second brother’s filstial behavior, he found it both funny and ironic.

Does anyone think the second brother is still that filial child from childhood? Even when young, he was smart and could read, possibly a future official, but because of the third brother’s crying, his parents sent him to be an apprentice.

Yin Zhong understood clearly: from the day his parents cut off his second brother’s future, he lost all affection for them.

Mrs. Zhao’s tactic of throwing tantrums was not new in handling the second brother. It’s never worked before, so why hasn’t she learned?

Yin An stood silently behind Yin Zhong, still like a transparent person. He never comnted on family matters, always silent in the face of parental bias and exploitation; nobody knew what he thought.

Sure enough, Yin Zheng completely ignored Mrs. Zhao’s antics, directly sneered, "If you want to report to the village chief, go ahead, see who believes or mother. Haven’t I maintained my good reputation for years?"

After finishing, Yin Zheng ignored Mrs. Zhao’s reaction, holding Yin Shuangshuang and pulling Mrs. Wang away to the house. He had a pie brought back for Mrs. Wang; if not eaten soon, it would cool, and cold fatty at is not tasty.

Most importantly, having earned so much money this ti, he wanted to share the news with Mrs. Wang so she could share in the joy.

The family of three returned to their room, imdiately leaving the unpleasantness behind. Over the years, it was through this optimistic mindset that Yin Zheng and Mrs. Wang didn’t beco cynical under Old Master Yin and Mrs. Zhao’s increasingly excessive favoritism.

Finding out his daughter earned over four hundred taels of silver and personally witnessing the gold ingot wrapped in a dicinal bag, Mrs. Wang was very pleased, though she didn’t express it too excessively—after a mont of excitent, she quickly cald down.

This demonstrated Mrs. Wang’s excellent ntal fortitude. To know how much four hundred taels of silver is, many couldn’t earn it in a lifeti, yet she managed to quickly compose herself upon seeing such a significant sum, proving her temperant far exceeds common people.

Seeing the pie Yin Zheng brought for her, Mrs. Wang only took a bite to taste, then divided it into three parts for Yin Shuangshuang and Yin Zheng to join in.

"This is for mother to eat. Father and I have already eaten in the county; our family has money now. If you want sothing good, we can sneakily buy and enjoy outside; there’s no need for mother to be frugal."

"Since my daughter’s sincere, you should eat it. Next ti, I’ll figure out a way for our family of three to visit the county together; then I’ll take you to the biggest restaurant in the county, and we can enjoy so good food."

Mrs. Wang shook her head with a smile, patting Yin Shuangshuang’s head, speaking to Yin Zheng, "I’m not being frugal, just that you angered father and mother again today, and when we eat dinner later, there won’t be any food for our family.

Though these two pies won’t fill us, splitting them helps satiate our hunger; otherwise, we’ll have to go hungry, and sleeping on an empty stomach is impossible."

Just as Mrs. Wang finished speaking, the aroma of the food outside reached them—though not fragrant, since the family wasn’t wealthy, there was no oil, seasoning, or even enough salt for cooking; light soup and bland dishes aren’t appetizing.

But that’s not the point—the point is, Mrs. Wang was right; outside, they’re obviously starting to eat, yet no call for them to join.

Yin Zheng’s face darkened as he pushed the door open, heading directly to the main house. After a while, he returned, his face tense, clearly an unpleasant confrontation just occurred in the main house.

Mrs. Wang pushed the pie toward Yin Zheng’s hands, "Alright, don’t keep pulling such a long face, it’s not our first day receiving such treatnt, no need to get angry.

They’re full, but we can still eat at; this pie’s quite fragrant, and when there’s an opportunity, you’ll take us to the county. I’ll definitely have a good al then."

Yin Zheng held the pie in his hand, feeling very uncomfortable. He could always make money, but at ho, providing his wife and child with a satisfying al was always difficult, let alone at.

Every year, only at New Year could they have so at, but even then, their branch could only drink so at broth. If they dared eat the at, Mrs. Zhao would bring a rope for a dramatic tantrum.

Though Yin Zheng wasn’t afraid of Mrs. Zhao’s antics, crucially, even if he weren’t, Mrs. Zhao wouldn’t let the at reach their branch. He couldn’t take it by force, so he had to endure.

With anger in his heart, he couldn’t eat. Just then, there was a knocking at the door, prompting Yin Zheng and Mrs. Wang to hurriedly hide the pie; Yin Zheng stood to open the door.