Chapter 90

"Hill, you've caused trouble for people at the restaurant again?"

"I'm sorry, Mom."

"You child, why do you have such an airheaded personality?"

Listening to her own mother's words, Hill lowered her head; she didn't know how to answer this question.

"Forget it, you're sixteen now too; you bear the responsibility for your own mistakes. Clothes that got dirtied and such, you should go wash them yourself."

Hill nodded, didn't refute her mother's words, picked up the water bucket, and went to the well to fetch water and wash clothes.

"That child made a mistake at the restaurant again; won't her wages be deducted again?"

From the room next door came Father's voice asking Mother.

"I didn't ask her; it's possible. We can only see the boss's mood at her current workplace now."

"Sigh, grown this big, yet still muddleheaded; can't do anything right."

"That child is just like that; didn't you know that long ago?"

"Truly a money-losing good-for-nothing."

"Do you talk about your own daughter like that?"

Inside the house came the sound of the parents arguing.

The girl washing clothes felt somewhat desolate.

"Anyway, she counts as pretty enough; when the son grows up... just exchange her..."

The parents' arguing stopped, but intentionally lowered voices came through.

In the courtyard it wasn't too clear to hear, but Hill knew her parents were talking about her younger brother, five years her junior.

Compared to her, a daughter who had never been valued since childhood, the son, as a boy, was the treasure of the whole family.

Since childhood he had been held in the palm of the whole family's hands, kept in their hearts at all times.

Even after the family declined, the parents still considered his future marriage.

After all, the family had little money; finding a better wife for the younger brother was still somewhat difficult.

However, as long as they exchanged her, who was still quite pretty, in marriage, the parents could get a not-bad wife for the younger brother without spending any money.

Thinking about it now, the fact that she could eat her fill in this home was probably thanks to her younger brother's fortune; otherwise, muddleheaded and always making mistakes as she was, she might have been swept out the door upon adulthood, or married off early to recoup the cost of raising her.

Hill thought randomly; the clothes were quickly washed clean. She didn't mean to complain about the family, merely worried that when her younger brother grew up and she was exchanged in marriage to someone else, would this muddleheaded self of hers be able to serve as a good wife and good mother? Thinking of this, Hill felt somewhat lacking in confidence; perhaps she should go find some books teaching how to be a good wife and good mother, study a bit more.

Thinking thus, she suddenly recalled today at Guihua Fang, that boy who pointedly named her as his wife.

He looked about the same age as her own younger brother; perhaps when she was exchanged in marriage later, she might be married to such a child.

Hill thought of the boy today having a headful of soup poured on him by her clumsy self, yet not loudly scolding her; standing in the courtyard, she looked up at the bright clear moon in the sky, and couldn't help but softly speak her heart's hope for her future other half: "If the person I marry later is someone who can tolerate muddleheaded me, that would be good."

Returning to the house, she encountered her younger brother in the corridor. He was a cute boy, but when Hill reached out to touch his head, he directly slapped her hand away.

"Idiot guy, don't randomly approach and touch my head. What if you infect me with your idiot vibe and I turn stupid too?"

"It's not contagious; being an idiot isn't an illness, and Big Sis this is naturally airheaded."

Hill explained.

"I don't care; anyway, you stay far away from me."

The whole family doted on the younger brother; Hill also wanted to dote on him, but the younger brother disliked her intensely, thinking her a big idiot.

Just like now: after slapping her hand away, the younger brother ran outside to wash his hands with great disdain, as if contact with her would catch some idiot disease.

"Ah~"

Hill sighed. She had no way to change her younger brother's deeply rooted thinking, and thus was not close with him. Returning to her own room — the only place in the house where the lamp was broken yet never repaired — Hill lit an oil lamp, placed it on the table, took a book from the shelf, put it on her lap, and began reading in this dim yellow lamplight environment.

Under the dim yellow lamplight, one could see the cover of the book she was turning over bore the title "One Hundred Methods to Treat Airheaded Faults."

Quite a few methods inside Hill had tried using; it was just that most had little effect. When she should be airheaded she was still airheaded; when she should make mistakes and mess things up, she still made mistakes and messed things up.

The only one with a bit of effect was probably making her a person who could barely manage self-care; at least after bathing she would no longer be so nerve-big as to walk out of the bathroom stark naked.

"That idiot, she actually dared use her hand to touch my head!"

The boy washing his hands in the courtyard was very angry; he intensely disliked the idiot sister in his family.

The reason was his friends around him would often use his having an idiot sister to mock him.

This filled him with hostility toward that idiot sister.

If saying it were useless, he would have long wanted his doting parents to drive that idiot out of the house.

"No, I must make her look good, let that idiot know that randomly touching my head requires paying the price..."

The boy's voice suddenly stopped; his gaze was drawn to the freshly washed clothes on the clothes rack in the courtyard.

Broly's dirtied clothes were provided by the Jitu Chamber of Commerce; this Chamber's clothes were a famous brand in the Empire.

And the clothes given to Broly were precisely this year's latest released style, but not yet formally on sale on the market.

"Mom, is that piece of clothing bought for me?"

The somewhat heart-moved boy immediately ran into the house to ask Mother.

"Which piece of clothing?"

The woman was somewhat at a loss.

"The one just washed clean outside."

"Oh, that's your sister working at the restaurant, accidentally dirtied a customer's clothes, brought them home to wash."

The woman replied.

"Can I keep it?"

"Clothes someone else wore, what do you want them for?"

The woman frowned slightly.

"That's the Jitu Chamber of Commerce's latest model new clothes, I've seen them on the display counter at the specialty store."

"But that's the thing your older sister washed clean, she has to take it back and return to the customer tomorrow."

"Don't mind her!"

"Obedient son, if you want new clothes, tomorrow Mother will accompany you to buy them."

"Outside hasn't sold this piece of clothing yet."

"Then wait until it's sold and go buy it then."

"Then it'll be too late, at that time everyone will have it, that piece of clothing won't be special anymore!"

The boy was very anxious, stamping his feet in the room, entangling his own mother.

Listening to her son's noisiness, the woman had a bit of a headache, in her heart deciding to wrong the daughter.

(Chapter End)