Chapter 2515: Drain Their Blood Dry

Chapter 2515: Chapter 2515: Drain Their Blood Dry

"Ah, it’s nothing."

The middle-aged man waved his hand dismissively.

"Everyone has their rough times. It’s all about you helping me, and me helping you."

"Yes, yes."

An Que replied perfunctorily, not daring to meet the enthusiastic gaze of the plump girl, as he only felt a tingling on his scalp.

He suddenly regretted taking this horse carriage. What to do now? Clearly, he had paid the money, one tael of silver, so why did it feel like he was taking advantage?

And that damned fat pig, what’s there to look at? What’s so interesting about it?

Even if he looked again, he wouldn’t fancy such a pig.

He muttered in his heart, completely unaware that not only the plump girl, but even the middle-aged man and woman were looking at him with a touch of eagerness.

After a while, An Que felt his whole body relax, drifting into sleep, and then, he lost all feeling.

...

At An Que’s house.

The grandson hadn’t returned, and Old Lady An wouldn’t let anyone eat.

The whole table of people waited for just An Que. The children cast timid gazes at Old Lady An, seated at the head, not daring to speak, even their breathing was barely audible.

The adults didn’t look happy either. They had worked all day outside, only to come home and wait for a younger family member to eat. Wasn’t this just suffering?

"Mom, how about saving some food for Que’er?"

The eldest in the family, An Que’s father, suggested quietly.

The whole village had been searched, and still no sign of his son. What could he do? He didn’t know where he had gone. Maybe he went to town or the county to see friends?

This wasn’t the first such incident. In the past, the family didn’t wait to eat.

"Yes, Mom, how about I get a bowl and set aside some food for Que’er." The eldest daughter-in-law chimed in quickly, as her husband had spoken up. She was hungry too.

Even though it was her own son, she couldn’t bear being hungry. She couldn’t starve for her son, could she?

Since the couple were An Que’s parents, it wasn’t much to say a few words, but the others didn’t dare to utter a single word for fear of being scolded.

They knew well what their mother was like. She would drain them dry for An Que, her grandson.

True to form, right after the eldest two spoke, Old Lady An gave them a sharp glare.

"Que’er is your son. He’s out there hungry, and you’re not worried? Not concerned? Doesn’t that weigh on your conscience?"

The old lady slammed her pair of withered hands on the table with a ’bang’.

Her grandson was out there somewhere, hungry, and they were just thinking of their own stomachs? How could they?

"I asked you to find him, and you can’t even do that. Where on earth has Que’er gone?" she demanded.

"Maybe he went to find his classmates? I asked around, and they said Que’er headed out of the village toward town," An Que’s father said.

So they might as well eat. Que’er might be eating well wherever he was, while they were here starving, waiting. He was about to pass out from hunger.

If he had known, he would have eaten a bit in the kitchen.

But the kitchen wasn’t run by his wife anyway, and even wanting to eat a bit first was impossible.

"Impossible!"

Old Lady An absolutely refused to believe her grandson would leave the village. Today had been a big day, not only she was upset, without the harvest, how could Que’er feel any better?

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