Girlfriend's Fortune

Chapter 382 Chapter 380: Is it my granddaughter?

The Fang family is determined to reconcile and leave, and wants the Cao family to give an explanation, otherwise they will not give up.

This is because the Cao family is wrong, and the village chief has no reason to favor the Cao family.

Therefore, even though Mrs. Cao was reluctant in the end, she could only grit her teeth and nodded in agreement when she saw her son who shrank his neck and refused to stand up.

Then Tang Mingde helped to write down the Heli letter, and Mrs. Fang pressed his handprint without hesitation. Cao Daqiao refused here, but Mrs. Cao pressed his hand and pressed it for him.

The bride price will not be refunded, and Mrs. Cao can't afford the one tael of silver that needs to be compensated. In the end, the village head lent them first.

Holding the money and the book, Fang didn't stay for a moment, packed up and left Cao's house with her daughter, and left Songshan Village without looking back.

When the villagers watched such a play, they were also deeply moved.

However, I was beaten by the village head, don't go out and spread the word, everyone thought of the little girl's reputation, and they all nodded in response, but they couldn't help it, and there were discussions in the village.

This Cao Bridge is really nothing.

Qingzao was taken away, and it was the first time she was hurt today.

But what about Miaoxiang?

Everyone in the village looked at this little girl who was seven years old. She was diligent and well-behaved. Cao Daqiao was her biological father, and the Cao family was her home. Can she leave?
The problems that the villagers are worried about are also the problems that the village chief and his wife are worried about.

Therefore, let the villagers disperse, but the couple did not leave with them.

"Brother Daquan, what's the matter today, I won't tell you clearly, I feel ashamed to say it, your sister-in-law knocked on the bridge last time, but this person obviously doesn't like his village head aunt Listen to what you said, and I just want to ask you now, do you still think Miao Xiang is your own granddaughter?" The village chief didn't even look at Cao Daqiao, but only looked at Granny Cao and said.

The villagers dispersed, and there were only a few people left in the Cao family hall.

Mrs. Cao sat on a bench, propping her thighs with her hands, still immersed in the grief and indignation of the daughter-in-law who had finally gotten it back, reconciled, and owed a tael of silver after the bamboo basket fetched water in vain.

Hearing what the village chief pointed at her and asked, she subconsciously raised her head and glanced across.

There, granddaughter Miao Xiang was sitting there embraced by the village chief's wife, with her head lowered and red eyes, her small body was much smaller than girls of the same age, and her clothes didn't fit her well.

These years, their family has been poor. Thinking about it carefully, they have never bought new clothes for their granddaughter. The clothes she wore since she was a child were made by sewing and dismantling her dead mother's clothes.

This child has been diligent, well-behaved, and sensible since he was a child. He rushed to do the work inside and outside the house. At the age of three, he could help her cook and cook, and at the age of five, he could help her wash clothes. child.

If there is a grandson, such a diligent granddaughter, she also likes it. It is also a blessing for the family to grow up well and get married.

Unfortunately, she has no grandson, only such a granddaughter.

No matter how diligent and diligent it is, it cannot be passed on to the next generation.

For so many years, she really can dream of the dead old man questioning her every night in her dreams, why didn't she pass on the incense to the old Cao's family!
In her lifetime, if she didn't have a grandson, she wouldn't even be able to close her eyes when she died, and she would have no face to go find her wife.

Granny Cao pursed her lips, "Of course it belongs to my granddaughter."

The village chief felt a little flustered when he saw her flirting face.

This village is full of old and young women, and there is no woman as stubborn as Mrs. Cao.

This was also done when Daquan died. He was present at that time, and the hand that held Granny Cao so tightly that she had to promise that the Cao family would have the incense before he died.

After so many years, only for one grandson, it is also Granny Cao's heart disease.

Grandchildren and grandchildren, it is important to pass on the incense, but there is no time to force it, there will always be what should be.

Look at Xiaoquan's siblings, they are worse than Granny Cao, right?
Without a man, without a son, and with her daughter-in-law, there is only one granddaughter. If she really insists on asking for incense, why not boil herself to death?
There is no grandson, and I gritted my teeth and pulled my granddaughter to grow up alone. How good are these days?

The granddaughter is capable and promising, so why can't she stay at home to recruit a wife?
Could it be that the granddaughter's blood doesn't have her own blood flowing on her body?
Alas, every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite, and as the village head, he can't control the family's insistence on asking for a grandson.

The village chief sighed heavily, "Just treat Miao Xiang as your own granddaughter. This good granddaughter is so diligent and well-behaved. Who in the village doesn't praise her? Don't you have the heart to see her life ruined like this?"

Granny Cao couldn't help but look up at the village head, and retorted subconsciously: "Why is it ruined? I don't beat her or scold her, and I will pull her up well, so why will she be ruined? The family is poor and there is no way, otherwise , I am willing to let her do so much work every day without new clothes?"

"You really want me to speak clearly?" The village head clicked his tongue, frowning so much that he could kill a fly.

Mrs. Cao couldn't help but pursed her lips, "Okay, okay, can't I take care of him in the future? There are not many other things in the family, but there are more rooms. From now on, I will take Miao Xiang to sleep in the same room, and I won't let her alone. We live in the same room, so we won't leave her sooner or later, right?"

That way, it is clear that he has long understood what his son is doing.

That's right, living under the same roof, how can a mother not know what her son has done?

But because he is his own son, he just turned a blind eye.

How can a granddaughter be as important as a son?

The village chief could see clearly, sighed slightly, and turned his head to look at the village chief's wife.

The village head's wife held her cold little hand, looked at Cao's sullen look, and couldn't help pulling her tighter. After thinking about it, she said, "I heard that Miao Xiang is very good at piercing needles. It just so happens that this time there are a lot more embroidery jobs, Wenniang, Huier, I, and I are a bit too busy, so let Miao Xiang stay at home and help with the work for a few days before we talk about it!"

The village head listened, and knew that the old woman was feeling sorry for her, so he nodded, looked at Mrs. Cao and said, "Then ask Miao Xiang to help my family for a few days, and we will take care of food and shelter!"

Cao Daqiao, who was nestled in the corner and kept silent all this time, raised his head abruptly.

He didn't dare to say anything to the village chief, but only glanced at Mrs. Cao.

When Mrs. Cao saw it, she couldn't help muttering, "It's the Chinese New Year soon, and there is still plenty of work at home! Now I owe money again, and I have to weave a lot of baskets to save it. Miao Xiang has to stay at home to help with the work." .”

This is unwilling.

The village chief took a look at Cao Daqiao, and snorted coldly, "I don't care about food and lodging, and I don't want to help in vain. Ten Wen a day will be deducted from the one or two taels of silver!"

When Mrs. Cao heard this, her brows softened a little, "I just help with threading and so on. Are you really paying ten cents?"

"Can I still lie to you?" The village head blew his beard off in anger, and it was rare for him to talk to the mother and son too much. He is almost sixty, and he wants to live for two more years, like his father. !
Granny Cao laughed, looked at her son, nodded and said, "That's fine, Miao Xiang will work with you!"

The village chief shook his head, and hurriedly greeted the village chief's wife to leave quickly.

(End of this chapter)