Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

Qiao Xiaomai was indeed ready to take action.

Her heart had been burdened with a bundle of rage for the past two days because of Yang Ye’swords.

Now, the Sun family took the initiative to mess with her, first coveting Tong Sanlang and now cursing her whole family.

Very well.

This old hag willingly delivered herself to be a punching bag, just the right trigger to set her boiling fury aflame.

The matriarch of the Sun family held up the soles of her shoes, her aged face both pale and livid. She puffed up her chest, “I dare you to lay a finger on me!”

“I will just do it.” Qiao Xiaomai put down the lotus leaves in her hand and jumped from the ox cart.

Her small face was as gloomy as still water, exuding an icy chill. She took long strides towards the matriarch of the Sun family.

At this moment, Qiao Xiaomai had long awaited this.

“Xiaomai! Come back!” Qiao Changshun saw this and immediately grew worried. He hurriedly jumped from the ox-cart and disregarding his limp, tried to chase after Xiaomai. “Stop! No violence!”

“What’s there to be afraid of? We are already estranged. I’m not afraid of her accusing me of being unfilial. Plus, if I break anything, I’ll compensate her with silver!” Qiao Xiaomai responded. Holding her hands together, the crisp sound of her knuckles cracking echoed in the air.

The Sun family matron felt panicky as she was stared down by her chilling gaze and the ominous sound of her cracking knuckles, remembering the fear she felt earlier when she couldn’t break free from her grip.

Damn it, confucian filial piety couldn’t restrain Qiao Xiaomai.

And the gap in physical strength was too wide.

“Xiaowu is a favored man of General Cen!” she indignantly snapped, her neck stiffened.

“What does disciplining a mad woman, who has cursed my whole family and wished an early death upon my father, have to do with General Cen?” Qiao Xiaomai scoffed and quickened her pace, getting to the matron in a few steps.

Qiao Changfu and Zhu Cuiying quickly retreated several yards.

The Sun family matriarch waved the soles of her shoes, trying to keep her at bay as she kept announcing, “I dare you to touch me!”

Seeing this, Qiao Xiaomai’s cold smile deepened. Just as she was about to raise her leg, a figure darted in front of her. Tong Sanlang appeared at her side, his hand on her shoulder, “Don’t be impulsive.”

“Hmm?” Qiao Xiaomai immediately looked at him.

Seeing the accusation and displeasure in her gaze, he said again, “Someone is coming.”

Upon hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai raised an eyebrow. Someone?

Suddenly, the sound of hoofbeats filled the air, accompanied by the sporadic barking of dogs.

She followed the sound.

Five tall horses were galloping on the country road, each surrounded by four big black dogs. Dust was stirred up wherever they passed, attracting quite the attention on the quiet country road.

Upon recognizing the leader of the group, Qiao Xiaomai squinted her peach blossom eyes, why was Cen Hong here?

The hooves of the horses got closer and louder, stirring up a lot of commotion. Everyone in the wheat field was attracted.

As they drew near, it was clear that it wasn’t just Cen Hong, but among the five riders, Sun Junyan was also present.

He was dressed in a teal scholar’s robe, riding atop the horse. His clothes and long hair fluttered in the wind, giving him a rather elegant demeanor.

“All show no substance.” Qiao Xiaomai passed her judgment.

“Hmm, a beast in human clothing.” Tong Sanlang nodded in agreement.

Qiao Xiaomai immediately turned to the matron of the Sun family, “Didn’t you say you fed a dog? Your dog is here.”

At this Sun matriarch was so angry that she exclaimed, “You little wretch, now that General Cen is here, I’d like to see how long you can keep your bravado!”

“So what if General Cen is here? Is he going to interfere in local affairs?” Qiao Xiaomai had a cold smile on her face, “What I have with you is a civil dispute.”

The words choked the Sun family matron.

She, too, remembered why Cen Hong was demoted last time.

At this point, Cen Hong and the other four riders arrived at the threshing field.

The sounds of the horses’ neighing, dogs barking, and the dust they kicked up made their presence impossible to ignore.