Reborn as a Fake Heiress Marrying the Tycoon novel Chapter 1165

Chapter 1165: Help Slaughter A Pig

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The Su family soon arrived at the Zhao residence.

The Zhaos were native to the capital, though they had originally lived in another village. A few years ago, for the sake of their two sons and their daily commutes, they sold their former home and purchased a new one in Jiangjia Village. It wasn’t part of the development where Gu Zi and her family lived—they had bought directly from a local villager instead.

Fortunately, the previous homeowner was a relative, so their relocation wasn’t entirely into foreign territory. They had long taken a liking to this area—it was well-connected, incredibly close to the city center—but had hesitated due to a rather ominous local rumor that cast a pall over the village.

Only after learning recently that the old criminal case tied to the rumor had finally been solved (and the whispers proven baseless), did they make up their minds. Money was promptly exchanged, and the deed signed.

Today, the Zhao family was hosting a grand celebratory pig-slaughter feast. Practically the entire village had been invited, and the Zhao courtyard was bustling. People spilled out past the threshold, and even the entrance gate was flanked by curious onlookers and merry guests.

Despite the crowd, very few were actually capable of helping with the pig slaughter itself. Most of the young men stood stiffly, dressed in pressed Zhongshan suits and polished leather shoes—the uniform of government employees. They had a scholarly, almost delicate air about them, looking entirely out of place amidst the rustic business of blood and butchery.

Inside the kitchen, chaos reigned. The Zhao household was short-handed and still hadn’t found anyone capable of dispatching the pig.

With the auspicious slaughter time fast approaching, Aunt Zhao was practically beside herself, grabbing her two sons in frustration and snapping, "Look at you two—tall, broad-shouldered, and completely useless when it comes to killing a pig! All that education has turned your brains to mush. Your father, an old man, could do this with his eyes closed!" freewёbnoνel.com

Her two daughters-in-law, both born and raised in the city, bristled at the scolding.

The elder daughter-in-law raised her eyebrows and retorted, "Mom, my husband is a cultured man. He’s a salaried officer at the power bureau. These hands are for writing reports, not wielding butcher knives!"

The younger daughter-in-law chimed in as well, clearly annoyed. "Exactly! And when he was bringing honor to the family, I didn’t hear any complaints from you. Plenty of people envy us for having two civil servants in the family! It’s just a pig, for goodness’ sake. What’s the big deal? Hire one of the villagers—we’ll give a fat red envelope if needed. It’s not like we’re strapped for cash."

Aunt Zhao looked at the two women, utterly disgusted by their arrogance. She thought them selfish and unbearably pretentious—forever carrying themselves with the air of the city, as if being urbanites somehow elevated them above rural folk. Did they forget that just a few generations ago, even emperors had roots in the fields? To her, this was nothing short of forgetting one’s origins.