After transmigrating into the body of a widow, I became the richest man in the capital.

Chapter 382 Making Qingtuan

Now things are really bad; Old Mrs. Wang can no longer speak, cry, or laugh.

While the whole family was immersed in grief, she was the only one staring blankly at the sky.

Seeing that their mother was in such a state, Su Wangcai and Su Pingan quickly came over to persuade her.

When Old Man Su learned of this news, it was like adding insult to injury.

In fact, he initially disagreed with his daughter going to the capital to find Prince Gong.

Although he didn't know how far his daughter and Prince Gong had progressed, he still disagreed. Since ancient times, it had never been customary for a daughter to take the initiative to propose marriage. Even if Su Xiuer was anxious, she had to wait for the man to come to their house to propose.

But things often turn out unexpectedly. Su Xiuer is now in jail because she beat Prince Gong.

After the Su family hastily buried Su Bingcheng and completed the funeral, most of the other villagers knew what had happened. However, they could only offer words of comfort, but in reality, they wanted to get as far away from the Su family as possible. This family is formidable! Their daughter assaulted the current Prince Gong and was imprisoned.

They couldn't afford to offend this family. After finishing their work, they quickly left, taking the opportunity to stay far away.

After seeing off the rest of the villagers, the Su family returned home and began discussing how to save Su Xiuer. Only Old Mrs. Wang remained silent. Ever since she learned about this, she had stopped talking and sat alone on the kang (a heated brick bed), staring blankly out the window.

This was quite a blow to her.

Old Man Su sighed and finally turned his gaze to Su Ping'an and Tang Xiaoman, as if to say, what should we do?

Su Ping'an was also very anxious. He couldn't help but look at Su Xiaoxiao, as there was no other way now.

After all, if she wanted to help with this, Su Xiaoxiao thought to herself, what could she possibly do?

Su Xiaoxiao tugged at Su Pingan and whispered to him, "This matter needs to be considered carefully!"

After all, they didn't know why Su Xiuer had been arrested. They weren't at the scene and didn't know what had happened.

They couldn't just agree to that rashly. First, they weren't officials, and second, the other party was Prince Gong. These were just ordinary villagers; none of them had the rank of Prince Gong.

Su Xiaoxiao said to Old Man Su, "Father, I think this matter needs further consideration. We don't know the specifics right now, so we don't know how to help. Besides, that other party is Prince Gong; how can we, as insignificant people, afford to offend him?"

Old Man Su nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, that's how it is! But that's your sister, you can't just ignore her!"

Seeing that his father was getting more and more agitated, Su Ping'an quickly helped him up. "Dad, I didn't mean to abandon him. Everyone's tired today, let's go home and rest first. We can talk about it tomorrow, okay?"

The other members of the Su family remained silent, all looking at Old Man Su. Now, Old Madam Wang seemed to have lost her soul, and Old Man Su was the only pillar of the family.

Seeing that things had come to this point, Old Man Su realized he couldn't make things difficult any further, so he said, "Alright, everyone go back and rest. You're all exhausted today."

Su Xiaoxiao turned around and pulled Su Ping'an away. Just as they reached the door, Old Mrs. Wang, who hadn't spoken until now, suddenly opened her mouth and said something.

"You all go to hell!"

The voice wasn't very loud, and Su Xiaoxiao initially thought she had misheard. When she turned around, she met the malicious gaze of Old Madam Wang. Although Su Xiaoxiao was upright and believed she had never done anything wrong, she was still startled by that gaze.

Then, Old Mrs. Wang stopped talking and turned to look out the window. Only Su Xiaoxiao noticed this, and she felt a vague sense of unease.

Su Xiaoxiao and Su Pingan returned home together, and Su Pingan became a little withdrawn again.

Just now, at Su Bingcheng's grave, Su Ping'an's sorrow was palpable.

How could she not be sad? That was his own brother. Su Xiaoxiao couldn't help but shed a few tears as she looked at Su Bingcheng's tombstone.

Her feeling at the time was that everyone eventually reaches this point in their lives, no matter what great good deeds they did in their lifetime or what heinous villains they were, at the moment of their death, it seems that none of that matters anymore.

Although Su Bingcheng didn't leave a good impression on Su Xiaoxiao, he's now dead, and everything, good or bad, has vanished.

Su Xiaoxiao wasn't in the mood to cook, but luckily Liu Qiaomei came over and brought them some pastries.

Liu Qiaomei brought a type of pastry that Su Xiaoxiao really wanted to eat, called Qingtuan.

These green rice dumplings aren't panda poop; they're a delicious food from Liu Qiaomei's hometown, and also a food with a very auspicious meaning.

These green dumplings, each one corresponding to the color cyan, represent spring and can ward off bad things.

These green glutinous rice balls are made by mixing mugwort juice into glutinous rice flour, and then filling them with red bean paste.

And just like that, a delicious green rice dumpling is made. It's cool and refreshing, perfect for springtime, and it has a grassy aroma. The outer skin is soft and fluffy, and one bite brings an overwhelming sense of happiness.

Especially in spring when you feel hot and have no appetite, being able to eat a bite of this qingtuan is simply a blessing from heaven.

Liu Qiaomei brought over a plate with about a dozen green rice dumplings on it.

"Sister Xiaoxiao, this is a snack from my hometown called Qingtuan. You didn't eat dinner when you got back tonight, right? You can have these Qingtuan."

Su Xiaoxiao was very grateful to Liu Qiaomei, so she quickly took the bowl of green rice dumplings and thanked Liu Qiaomei.

Liu Qiaomei asked Su Xiaoxiao, "Is Su Bingcheng's funeral finished?"

Su Xiaoxiao nodded and said, "It's done!"

Liu Qiaomei nodded slightly, then sighed and said, "Alas, he's gone just like that. It's such a waste that he was so learned."

It is indeed very pitiful that Su Bingcheng studied for more than ten years in vain, but achieved nothing. He did not pass the imperial examinations or achieve anything else, and then he died, and was even eaten by wolves. It is really a pity.

"Yes, everyone has their own fate! If we have to blame someone for this, we can only blame God. It's such a pity that he died at such a young age."

Su Xiaoxiao also knew that no matter how hypocritical or cunning Su Bingcheng was, he had studied hard for more than ten years. Now, he had not only failed to achieve any fame or success, but he had also passed away, which was quite regrettable.