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

Chapter 822: Chapter 822 The Little Car is Ready_1

Zhu Hongyun stopped crying all of a sudden, her sobs ceasing abruptly.

Tong Xingda’s lips moved, and he wanted to say something, but thinking of Qiao Xiaomai’s demeanor, he held back.

Zhu Hongyun’s words just now made some sense; the Tong Family usually married women from families less prestigious than theirs, so the women of the Tong Family were under his and Tong Tiehu’s control, unable to make any significant waves.

But Qiao Xiaomai was too domineering.

Hmm…

Should he really let Tong Erlang divorce Zhu Hongyun and then marry someone who could stand up to Qiao Xiaomai?

But those capable of standing up to Qiao Xiaomai could only be the noble ladies, right?

Aristocratic Families’ noble ladies, who would be willing to marry Tong Erlang, who was as hopeless as a wall of mud?

After going through the Aristocratic Families in the Capital City in his mind, Tong Xingda’s head began to hurt.

In the past, he lived for the sake of rebellion. He was confused for a while when his manor was confiscated sometime ago, but now he had found a new goal: to butt heads with Qiao Xiaomai.

He believed he hadn’t wronged Qiao Xiaomai, although he wanted to covet Qiao Xiaomai’s silver and skills, but that was human nature, right?

Back then, he was poor, and marrying Qiao Xiaomai was to improve the family’s circumstances.

But Qiao Xiaomai was excessively strong-willed.

So, his temper also flared up.

Qiao Xiaomai’s property, it must become part of the Tong Family.

Qiao Xiaomai as a person, must also be obedient and compliant like Zhu Hongyun and Li Rou.

But where could he find a noble lady who could suppress Qiao Xiaomai?

Oh, what a headache!

Now, speaking of Tong Sanlang.

He rode his horse back to the manor quickly, his day disrupted twice by Tong Erlang, which had severely delayed the progress of his research on the small car.

Moreover, Tong Xingda’s words just now had also served as a reminder to him.

Not only animals should fatten up for winter, but people should too!

Upon returning, Qiao Xiaomai was playing with Sweet Potato Paste.

To be precise, she was using the Sweet Potato Paste to model a small car.

“Back already?”

“Back.”

“How was it?”

“Dad said it’s time to fatten up for winter, and he wants me to go hunting.”

Upon hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai rolled her eyes, “Why were you the only one to learn martial arts in the first place?”

She laid the entire blame on Tong Sanlang.

“If I wasn’t the only one who learned martial arts, dealing with Second Brother wouldn’t be easy right now,” said Tong Sanlang.

Qiao Xiaomai “…”

That made a lot of sense.

“First, let’s make one small car. After that is done, let’s go hunting.”

The look of the small car was already in his mind, but the little parts were too intricate, thus requiring a lot of effort.

To avoid any more interruptions from Tong Erlang, Tong Sanlang sped up his work.

But until the third day, Tong Erlang did not show up. Instead, Tong Tiehu arrived driving a bullock cart carrying several exquisitely made small round baskets.

“I told him I would have Erlang divorce her, and she became submissive,” said Tong Tiehu, resolving the curiosity and confusion of Tong Sanlang and Qiao Xiaomai.

“If Erlang is unwilling, then I’ll just kick them both out of the house. I absolutely won’t allow them to step foot in the Tong Family again.”

They could just build a shed in the field like the Sun Family’s Sun Junyan did; it’s not something they haven’t done before.

Upon hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai couldn’t help but give Tong Tiehu a thumbs-up, “Grandpa always has a solution.”

“That’s about all I’m good for now,” said Tong Tiehu with a fleeting sadness in his eyes, but he concealed it well. “Is the small car done?”

“Done. Dami tried it, and it rides pretty fast,” Qiao Xiaomai said with a smile.

The completed small car looked rustic and simple, with one handlebar, three wheels, and a seat with a backrest. Qiao Dami rode it around the Courtyard quickly, not wanting to get off once he was on it.