The charming girl of the farm gate of crossing

Chapter 707 Is It Dark Outside?
Mrs. Wang changed into an old jacket and went to cook in the backyard. He Xiner poured hot water for the little girl to drink, and put the snacks she bought on the side of the brazier to warm up, letting her eat and play by herself.

The days are short in winter, and just after the west, the light in the room dimmed. With a wicked smile, He Xiner lit a candle, and then took her things out of the west wing without haste.

The sky outside was gray and the cold wind was howling. He Xiner tightened the hat on the cloak and walked slowly into the main room.

She is not afraid of the cold if she wears thick clothes, and that group of old ladies can't do it, they will ignore her, but I also know that the family is not rich, and few of them are willing to make new cotton thick jackets.

Hey, the sun has set, the temperature has dropped sharply, and with the breeze blowing like this, those old ladies will suffer~
The room was dimly lit, and old Qian also lit candles, of course, with a sense of showing off, as expected, he received a group of envious and jealous eyes, and immediately became a little more proud.

It's just that it's almost time for dinner, what's the matter with being stuck in her house one by one, don't you still think about eating?

"Cough, cough, sweet-scented osmanthus, is it getting dark outside?"

"It will be dark soon."

Lin rolled her eyes secretly, and said with a smirk, "Sister-in-law, are you afraid that we will eat here?"

"That's right, let's talk to my sister-in-law, why are you still chasing me?"

Everyone lost their patience in waiting, and they wanted to see old Qian's excitement again, so they lost the thought of praising her before. No, even the tone of their speech was different, and they even started to sneer faintly.

The old Qian was immediately annoyed, "It's getting dark, you guys still don't leave, what are you going to do?"

"Oh, why are you in such a hurry?"

"Yeah, why is sister-in-law angry? Could it be that you are tired of picking up beans? Send my girl to help you work tomorrow."

He clearly looked down on Old Qian, secretly focused on watching her liveliness, but on the surface he didn't want to really offend people, not only seeing her get angry, several people immediately softened, and still had that thought He turned quickly, and arranged for his granddaughter directly following the Huatou.

Mrs. Lin was taken aback, and glared at the person who spoke angrily, but she didn't follow up on the conversation. She really disliked old Mrs. Qian. She felt that it would be worthless if she lowered her figure and talked with her all afternoon. , In the end, this old man actually ruthlessly said to kick out people as soon as he said that. .

This tone was uncomfortable in her heart, and Lin wanted to make things awkward for old Qian. Left and right are useless, and it seems that she can't be the owner of the second room, and she will have to bear a few words in vain.

"Oh, I will see that my niece and daughter-in-law have bought a lot of things when they come back from the town. We just want to see what your daughter-in-law bought for you. Let's open our eyes accordingly. Sister-in-law just misunderstood. It's..."

Old Qian felt subconsciously uncomfortable. The dead old man made the decision to divide the money. The old second-hand man had his own money. He didn't need her hands to buy anything. He lived a good life, and he had long since stopped treating her as a mother. put it in my eyes.

This feeling of losing control made her very uncomfortable, and there was nothing she could do about it.

But she would never expose her sore spots to outsiders, so she snorted coldly, "What does my daughter-in-law buy, do you care about it?"

Ye Guihua quietly looked up at the window covered with white paper, the air-conditioning was desperately squeezed in through the gaps in the window lattice, although there was a brazier and a kang burned in the room, but now the temperature has dropped significantly down.

"Mom, it's cold in the room."

"Girl wait, mother put some more charcoal in the brazier."

As he spoke, Old Qian quickly got off the kang, threw a few pieces of wood ash, the flames rose high, and even the room was much brighter.

(End of this chapter)