Qi wang ye, wang fei, she is crazy again

Chapter 130 Don't Go Mother Later

Over the years, Mrs. Wen has been used to being a good fortune boy here, and the people here are already familiar with her, and they are not afraid of seeing her.

When Wen Mianmian got married, Mrs. Wen carefully prepared the clothes and jewelry; Hua Jingyun was rich and noble, and all the clothes and jewelry prepared for his little princess were gorgeous, so Wen Mianmian hasn't worn old clothes so far. Dressed in a low-key manner, the aura of wealth and nobility all over the body also made the people around smell the benefits.

It wasn't too frightening to be scolded by the guard, but I just hoped that Mrs. Wen could speak for them.

Mrs. Wen understood in her heart, she just smiled lightly and ignored everyone, and said to Wen Mianmeng, "How many other houses shall I show you?"

Wen Mianmian nodded, and walked out of the courtyard without saying a word, walked in the alley and watched the situation of each house through the low courtyard wall, and after a while, a lively courtyard attracted her attention.

In the yard, a girl was sweeping the floor, and several disabled men were doing carpentry in the yard. Although the yard was old, it was not broken, and it was very neat and clean. An old lady with all white hair was sitting under the eaves basking in the sun.

Xiaohui, who led the way, said: "This is Uncle Zhu's home. Uncle Zhu knows carpentry and brings several families in the alley to work together."

After speaking, he raised his voice and shouted: "Uncle Zhu, a distinguished guest has arrived."

The people in the courtyard had already seen a distinguished guest coming, and opened the door as soon as the words were spoken. The girl sweeping the floor quickly bowed her knees and saluted when she saw the person. Although it was not standard, it was still reluctant, "Madam General, please come inside."

Several people came in, and a clean woman brought a bench. The bench looked brand new, and it looked like it had just been made.

"General's Madam, the room is small, and I wrong you to sit in the yard."

"It's okay, I just came to take a look today." Mrs. Wen looked at the small stools that had not been sold yet, "How is the business recently?"

Mrs. Zhu hurriedly asked the girl to go in to make some sugar water, while she talked with her, "Thanks to Mrs. Zhu who introduced Changxing Shop as a consignment store, one or two of these small items can always be sold every day, which is enough to live on."

Wen Mianmian saw an embroidery frame in a corner of the yard, walked up to it, and saw that half a butterfly wing had been formed, but only saw the needle but not the embroidery thread, "Is this because the embroidery thread is used up?"

Miss Zhu came out with sugar water, and respectfully presented a small porcelain bowl to Wen Mianmian, "Please drink some water."

Lingguo stepped forward to take it, and Wen Mianmian asked about the embroidery thread again, and Miss Zhu said, "I just ran out today, and my brother will bring it back later after he leaves the labor union."

"How old is your brother? Where does he work?"

Miss Zhu saw that this incredibly beautiful girl in front of her was willing to talk to her, and her voice was so sweet, and the corners of her mouth showed a look of joy, "My brother is in the rice store. He is strong and hardworking, and many shopkeepers earn money." I want to use him."

Wen Mianmian smiled and asked, "Is your embroidery selling well?"

Miss Zhu shook her head in disappointment, "My embroidery skills are not good, and I only know one embroidery method, so it's not easy to sell."

Wen Mianmian understood that it was a lack of skills, and the singing and dancing standing beside her also had a twinkle in her eyes, and she had an idea in her heart.

Mrs. Wen was talking to the old lady under the eaves. The old lady lost only two teeth, and her smile was full of ravines, which was very kind.

Wen Mianmian stepped forward, and before she could speak, the old lady leaned forward and tried to open her eyes, "What a handsome girl."

"Ma'am, is this your girl?"

Mrs. Wen smiled and nodded, "It's my girl."

"Grandma." Wen Mianmian stepped forward, "Grandma, you have really nice eyes."

The old lady smiled kindly, "You really look good, madam, you are so lucky."

Wen Mianmian signaled, and Qingguo came forward holding an oiled paper bag, "Old Madam, this is a snack given to you by my girl, you can try it."

Wen Mianmian ordered someone to go to the dim sum shop to buy the dim sum, and he picked the kind that was soft and durable, but he still told him: "Don't be reluctant to eat, this dim sum will not taste good after a long time, but it is easy to eat Bad stomach."

The old lady touched the oil-paper skin curiously, and Wen Mianmian waved her hand to bring the tea leaves again, "It's not good tea, don't leave it for too long, or it will smell musty."

After talking for a while, the group was about to come out from Zhu's house. Mrs. Zhu turned around and ran back to the house to take out a blue cloth bag. When she opened it, she saw that it was dried shiitake mushrooms. I went out of the city and went to the mountains to find it, and it tastes delicious when used to stew chicken soup, don't be disgusted with it, madam."

Mrs. Wen subconsciously wanted to reject it, but Wen Mianmian took it over, "I like stewed chicken with dried shiitake mushrooms the most, thank you Aunt Zhu."

For her liking, the Zhu family was very happy. After sending a few people away, many people came in from the yard, and their eyes fell on the pastries and tea in the hands of the old lady.
Walking slowly along the way, Wen Mianmian will go in and stand for a while when he sees whichever house he likes. Without exception, they are all clean and tidy houses, and he also stops outside dirty and messy houses. Moving forward, seeing the last snack and tea left, I gave it to Xiaohui who had been leading the way for them.

Xiaohui's father hurt his back, and the family had no siblings except for an old man in his sixties, so the mother and daughter took over the job of washing clothes for rich people to barely make ends meet. Fortunately, her father was unyielding, Paralyzed on the bed and still half lying down, I made up some gadgets and went out to exchange some money.

She actually likes this kind of self-improvement family very much.

After leaving Swallow Alley, a few people boarded the carriage and headed home. On the way, Wen Mianmian asked, "Mother, did you always bring so much rice noodles when you went to Swallow Alley?"

Mrs. Wen nodded, "As you can see, those people are precarious. If we don't help them, I'm afraid they won't be able to survive."

"Mom, don't go there in the future."

Wen Mianmian took a deep breath, and said lightly: "It's a matter of course if you give more benefits. Listening to what those people said today, it seems that the injuries on your body are all for your father."

"These people who are paid by the army have their heads pinned to their waistbands. They use their lives to gain a better future, and the ending is no different from others."

"Even if you owe them, the court owes them, so how can you put this debt on your father?"

"This group also wants to help those deserving people."

She is most afraid of encountering this kind of situation, taking your kindness for granted, and even feeling resentful.

"I can see that some families are still able to live."

How could these Mrs. Wen not know that after so many years, she had already been exhausted physically and mentally. From the original kind support, it slowly evolved into a great burden on the general's mansion, and into an invisible rule, which made her hate it.

Seeing her struggle, Wen Mianmian took her hand, "Tell Dad, Dad will understand."

Mrs. Wen nodded, she really shouldn't go on like this.

(End of this chapter)