Time space: the rough man's sick beauty, she turned wild

Chapter 147 Our House Built It

Early the next morning, Shen Zhihuan, who had read until midnight, was dreaming soundly, but there was a crackling sound in the yard.

Shen Zhihuan pulled the quilt over her head.

After a while, it was ping-pong-pong again.

Shen Zhihuan, who couldn't stand the noise, went straight into the resort.

Before turning over a few pages of the review materials, there was a frenzied knock on the door.

"Auntie, auntie..."

"Auntie, auntie..."

"Third sister, third sister..."

"You go to play somewhere else first, and let my aunt sleep for a while." Shen Zhihuan hurried out of the resort, put on his coat, and brought a big apple to each of the three little guys.

After dismissing the three little guys, Shen Zhihuan closed the door and locked it, and continued to read her review materials.

In the courtyard, Da Ya, Er Ya, and Xiao Weidong each held a big apple, and biting on it "click, click", Qian Dabao was so greedy that his mouth watered.

"Grandma, I want a big apple too." Qian Dabao was also a coward, he didn't dare to grab it when he went out, he only dared to cry at the corner of the old lady Qian's clothes.

The old lady Qian glanced at the apple in the hands of the big girl, and began to call Shen Zhimei at the top of her voice. The thatched roof of Shen's house was almost torn off by that voice.

Shen Zhimei, who was busy in the kitchen, heard this, and came out with a look of panic.

"Mother, what's wrong?"

"If you think I'm too old and too old, you can kill me with a knife. There's no need to make a fool of our old Qian's family. There are only four children in the yard. What's the point of taking three apples?" Mrs. Qian pinched Bend down, and curse directly.

It doesn't matter if this is the Shen family or her old Qian's family.

Shen Zhimei glanced at the apples in the hands of Xiao Weidong, Da Ya, and Er Ya, and quickly apologized, "Mother, don't be angry, children are not sensible."

While speaking, he winked at Da Ya, signaling her to give the apple to Qian Dabao.

Da Ya pursed her lips, and timidly handed the apple that she had just gnawed a few bites to Qian Dabao.

Just as Qian Dabao stretched out his hand, Mrs. Qian slapped the apple in Da Ya's hand to the ground.

The huge apple "bang bang" rolled out far away.

She was so frightened that she shivered, her mouth was pursed, and she didn't dare to cry.

"You bastard who suffered a thousand knives and was struck by lightning, you gave my Dabao a gnawed apple. Who are you doing?" Old lady Qian's finger directly poked Shen Zhimei's forehead.

Shen Zhimei, who was thin and thin, didn't notice for a moment, and was staggered by her short and fat fingers.

Li Qiuhua, who had just finished working with his hands, suddenly changed his face when he heard old lady Qian scolding him so harshly, put down the cage in his hand and came out.

"Old lady Qian, if you want to scold someone, go back to your old Qian's house, and don't show your prestige in our Shen's house."

Being called on by name, the old lady Qian was even more refusing, she jumped and yelled, "Surnamed Li, don't think that your man is back, someone will support you, I, Chen Ahe, will be afraid of you, let me tell you, mess with you!" I was in a hurry, so I asked my son to kick out this chicken that couldn't lay eggs."

Li Qiuhua was furious, and just about to speak out, Shen Zhimei turned red-eyed, and shook her head pleadingly at her, signaling her to stop talking.

Seeing this, Mrs. Qian became even more proud.

"Grandma, I want a big apple." Qian Dabao, who was standing next to the old lady Qian, glanced at the apples in the hands of Xiao Weidong and Erya, and swallowed.

Shen Zhimei quickly turned her head to look at Li Qiuhua...

At this moment, Shen Xiaoqing took out two apples from the house, gave one to Qian Dabao, and handed the other to the tearful Da Ya.

Qian Dabao, who got the apple, opened his mouth wide, and just took a bite, just like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit.

After comforting the little ancestors, Li Qiuhua and the others went back to the kitchen to continue their work.

Mrs. Qian, Qian Zhizhi and Qian Dabao continued to knock their sunflower seeds in the courtyard.

Not long after, Shen Zhilan and his family also came.

Seeing Shen Zhilan's sister-in-law Yang Sanhong wearing a brand new bright red sweater, Qian Zhizhi pouted and nudged the old lady Qian with her elbow, the meaning was self-evident.

"If you can write nonsense articles about making money, let alone a single sweater, I'll buy you ten." Mrs. Qian gave Qian Zhizhi a white look.

Good arms and good legs, who can run and jump, are not even as good as a crooked medicine jar.

She wasted so much paper, she didn't earn a penny, and she even lost one or two dollars for the envelope.

Old lady Qian felt a pain in her flesh thinking about it.

"Sister-in-law of the Qian family, you came early." Mrs. Yang smiled and sat beside Mrs. Qian.

"We are not as busy as your nobles, so why don't we come to help early." Old lady Qian said with a smile.

"Why didn't you see your in-laws?" Mrs. Yang glanced at the empty main room.

"They said they went out for a walk." Mrs. Qian curled her lips.

Ever since she knew that she couldn't get any good from the Shen family, she hated and poisoned the family.

What's wrong with earning so much money a month and taking care of my own sisters?
The medicine jar of the Shen family was good, and he was not willing to give it to his own sister.

Typical iron cock, nothing to pull out.

Don't even think about it, how many years can she live with her crooked body?
No matter how much money you earn, is there a fart for it? !
Close your eyes, who is not necessarily cheap!
If it wasn't for the fact that the meal was a free meal, she wouldn't be bothered to come!

"I heard that my in-laws are from the capital?" Mrs. Yang lowered her voice.

"Who knows." Old Madam Qian's lips curled up even more.

With his mouth to say.

She also said that her house has a big tile house!

Thinking of the big tile-roofed house, Mrs. Qian looked at Mrs. Yang with envy, "Did you see the big tile-roofed house built over there when you came here? I don't know who built it with a lot of money, and they still use blue bricks." .”

These days, a few red brick and tile houses is a big deal.

Return the bricks...

Can't even think about it.

"I see, it must be a rich person in this village. This ordinary person would not be willing to build a house with green bricks." Mrs. Yang also showed envy.

She also saved some money in her hand, but she was still a little reluctant to spend all of it to build a house at once.

The daughter is grown up, and the dowry has not yet been arranged.

There are also family relationships, where no money is needed.

Lao Di was exhausted, and if she was to suffer from illness or disaster in the future, she could only lie at home and wait to die.

"Dongzi, who built the house next to it?" Shen Zhilan and his wife squatted in the yard teaching their son, who was just able to stand still, how to walk. Hearing the two old ladies discussing, they asked curiously.

Xiao Weidong, Da Ya, and Er Ya were whispering something, when Shen Zhilan asked him, he replied without turning his head.

"My house was built."

Xiao Weidong had an apple in his mouth, and his speech was a bit vague. Shen Zhilan didn't hear clearly, and asked again: "Who do you think built it?"

"Our house was built." Xiao Weidong swallowed the apple in his mouth, and said it again word by word.

The few people knocking melon seeds in the yard were a little dumbfounded.

"You said it was built by our family?" Shen Zhilan suspected that she had misheard, and asked again unwillingly.

"It was built by our house!" Xiao Weidong nodded.

(End of this chapter)