Springtime Farming: A Happy Wife At Home - Chapter 1560

Chapter 1560: Accident on the Road

Editor: Henyee Translations

Songshi swiftly returned with the report that a horse carriage had crashed into a tree along the official road. The carriage lay crooked and broken, its cargo of fresh vegetables, grapes, dates, apples, and other fruits scattered on the ground. Many were damaged, but some remained intact.

The carriage owner insisted that he didn’t want anything that had fallen to the ground. In the end, a few children from impoverished families attempted to salvage the vegetables and fruits. However, they faced humiliation and scolding from the carriage owner, drawing the attention of onlookers.

As Songshi shared the details, a deep sigh escaped him, and he shook his head, seemingly unable to bear witnessing such incidents.

Lixia, Mianmian, Ah-Ye, and the others, all with humble backgrounds, displayed subtle changes in their expressions upon hearing the account. Mianmian, having recently emerged from a difficult past, cautiously looked at Qiao Xuan and inquired, “Madam…”

Listening intently, Qiao Xuan caught the frightened cries of the children and the harsh scolding from the young man. Frowning, she decided to intervene. “Let’s go take a look!”

“Okay, Madam!”

“Yes, Madam!”

Mianmian assisted Qiao Xuan out of the wagon, leaving Qingyan to guard it, and they hurried toward the scene. Ah Ye, taking the lead, cleared a path for Qiao Xuan and her servants, despite facing dissatisfaction.

The contentious scene unfolded before them.

“…You stinky bastards and little sluts, do you think you can take my things? Don’t you want that dog paw anymore? One look and you can tell that you’re born to be bitches and specialize in doing bitches!”

“You’re the one who said you didn’t want it…”

Five children, aged eight to twelve, two girls, and three boys, were terrified. The youngest girls, with tears streaming down their faces, sought comfort in the arms of an older boy.

Not far from them, three large baskets lay overturned, their contents of vegetables and fruits scattered on the ground, unmistakably belonging to the children.

In response to the eldest boy’s retort, the young man in the silver-blue silk shirt, appearing as the manager, shouted even more fiercely, “Shut up! So what if I said I didn’t want it? It belongs to me! Do I allow you to take it? Even if I destroy it, trample it, and feed it to the dogs, I can’t let you benefit from cheap things! Disgusting poor people!”

“You, don’t bully me!”

“Haha! Bully? You’re disgusting. You think you’re dirtying your hands by bullying your master! Don’t talk nonsense. You stole my things, so quickly crawl over obediently, kowtow three times to me! Remember, crawl over, bow before me, and beg for mercy. When I’m in a good mood, I might spare you. Otherwise, hmph, you’re all thieves! Stealers! I’ll have someone send you to the officials to be beaten and locked up!”

“No, don’t…”

“We’re not thieves…”

The children, confronted with a scene they had never witnessed, were immediately terrified by the young man’s words. The younger ones burst into tears.

Dressed lavishly, the young man exuded dominance, savagery, and unreasonableness. Compared to the children, he was on a different plane. His threats seemed tangible, and the children feared he had the capability to carry them out.

How could they not be afraid?

Even the oldest youth bit his lip, his complexion turning pale.