Shu Yu remembered that the old man who drove the carriage called the man Third Lu.
It seemed that the Madam Liang she had met in the county who took advantage of the old man and asked him to bring her basket back for free was the Lu family's third son's wife, huh?
So they were the little fatty's parents. What fate.
At the door, Third Lu cursed and swore. Perhaps the old lady's words had threatened him, so he didn't dare to come in. He stayed outside for a while before going back.
The old lady snorted coldly, "This rascal is getting more and more out of line."
As she approached, she immediately changed her smile and said to Shu Yu, "Miss Shu, why are you standing here? Quickly go to the living room and sit down to rest. I've already borrowed the ox-cart from the village chief. We'll leave tomorrow morning."
As she spoke, she handed the vegetable basket in her hand to Madam Ruan.
