After becoming a widow, I raised my traitor brother

Chapter 31 Wei Zi is even more wronged
Wei Zi looked at him in surprise: "I'm not in a hurry."

Remarriage or something, she just said it casually.

Xiao Fengxian pursed her thin lips.

The little widow was not in a hurry, it was he who was in a hurry.

Wei Zi drooped her long, curly eyelashes, and put on her socks earnestly: "Actually, I don't think much about remarrying, man..."

She didn't say anything further, but her peach blossom eyes gradually dimmed.

She seems to have a scum-absorbing physique, and she can always meet bad men.

At the end, she sighed softly: "Second brother, if I can marry again in this life, I don't ask him to be born in a high family, rich in wealth, even if he is just a woodcutter or a fisherman, but I only want him to be of good character." Good, responsible, good to me, won't abandon me easily, throw me away, I will be satisfied."

Xiao Fengxian sneered: "My sister-in-law is really worthless, she just pursues this. If you say you want to marry a woodcutter or a fisherman, you won't be afraid that others will laugh at you."

Wei Zi murmured to himself: "However, it is very difficult to achieve this pursuit."

How many men in the world can decisively choose the latter between the rich and the poor wife?
She is someone who has been abandoned and betrayed.

In this life, she no longer covets the extravagant hope of spending time with anyone and growing old together.

Thinking of this, Wei Zi's mood gradually calmed down, and he patted Xiao Fengxian's head: "I am different from my second brother. The second brother has a bright future, and when he becomes an official in the future, he can marry a lady from an official family who suits him well. At that time, Sister-in-law will embroider some beautiful sets of quilts and curtains for you, and it will be my wedding gift to you."

She treated him like a child.

Xiao Fengxian was not very happy.

at dusk.

For dinner, Wei Zi made grilled fish and crucian carp soup.

She arranged the food: "Stop reading, the food will be cold later."

Xiao Fengxian sat cross-legged next to the small table, flipping through an account book.

He contracted several tea mountains under his name, and seeing that it was the season of picking tea again, he deliberately took out the account book to look through it, but found that the accounts of the past two years did not match.

The amount of tea leaves is not correct, and thousands of catties are lost every year.

For him, this loss is not a big amount, but he hates being deceived, especially under his nose.

He closed the account book: "Sister-in-law is going to pick tea tomorrow?"

"That's right," Wei Zi filled a bowl of fish soup for him. "Besides me, my mother-in-law, Xiao Dujuan, my aunt, and several other relatives, as well as the mother-in-law and girls at home, are all going. I heard it's going to Jiu The Niangzishan area."

She handed the soup bowl to Xiao Fengxian, she didn't know what to think, and when she smiled, she was sweet and soft, her milky chestnut peach eyes curved into bright crescent moons.

She looked forward to it: "I heard that the tea leaves on the last day are not good for sale because they are thick and thick, so the boss of the tea mountain usually asks the tea pickers to take them home and fry them into tea. Come back and make tea for you."

Xiao Fengxian raised her eyebrows.

The whole Jiuniangzi Mountain belongs to him, so why does he care about that kind of crude tea?

He glanced at Wei Zi's hands, and said: "I don't like drinking tea, why bother to pick it up all the way? You have to fry it after you pick it up. Sister-in-law, you don't feel too tired. You don't owe tea. What about me, there is no need to do these things for me. In the end, you are only touched by yourself. They are all 15-year-old girls. Look at how well Chen Ruixiang and Xiao Dujuan maintain their hands. Look at you, you seem to be middle-aged A woman's hand."

After saying these words, Xiao Fengxian regretted it herself.

He originally meant that he didn't want Wei Zi to work hard, but when he said it, his taste changed inexplicably.

His thoughtful words and words, which were supposed to be hidden in his heart, turned into sharp arrows that hurt people, poking straight at people's hearts.

He didn't dare to look at Wei Zi's face, and drank the fish head soup with a sullen head, wishing he could give himself two slaps.

Wei Zi froze on the spot.

She looked down at her hands.

Her skin is naturally fair, plus her ten fingers are slender, she should have beautiful hands, but after doing housework for so many years, many calluses will inevitably appear on her palms and finger pulps, plus some unhealed scratches and stab wounds , looks really rough.

Her eyes turned red, and she unnaturally hid her hands in her sleeves.

Doesn't she want to have a pair of white and tender hands?

But she has no father, no mother, and no one to love her in Lingzhou. When she was a child, she would be beaten and scolded by Mrs. Xing and Mrs. Liu if she didn't want to do housework. What can she do?
She lowered her head, holding the small bowl, and said with a voice like a gnat, "It's really rough..."

Xiao Fengxian looked at her quietly through her fingers, the little widow's smile was uglier than crying.

The little widow loved to cry, and he made her sad again.

He had to rack his brains to comfort him: "Actually, roughness is not ugly at all. Sister-in-law, look at your calluses and scars, like all kinds of weird tattoos. Others have to spend money to want them, haha."

The atmosphere is weird.

He can't even comfort people.

Wei Zi was even more wronged.

The next day.

The sky was getting dark, and Wei Zi followed Xing and others out of the city.

Take a carriage to the south for [-] miles and you will find Nine Niangzi Mountain. At this moment, the morning mist is filled and the green tea mountain is covered like a veil. There are already many women in groups. They have brought bamboo baskets and dustpans and started Picking work.

Wei Zi followed behind Xing with a basket on his back, passing through a row of green tea trees.

Xing complained: "In the past, no matter how many catties of tea leaves were picked, the wages were settled by the day, but why this year it has become paid by the catty? Picking a catty of tea leaves costs only ten cents. Isn't this oppressing us!"

"Isn't it?" Liu's face was full of displeasure, "We are old, how can we fight faster than those young girls, we are deliberately discriminating against us, we should sue the government!"

Wei Zi picked tea in silence.

There is nothing wrong with paying by the catty.

Those who pick quickly can pick ten catties a day and earn one hundred Wen, which is double the fifty Wen that was uniformly distributed in previous years.

Hardworking people get more for what they get. In the future, when her restaurant opens, it will be managed in the same way.

Just as she was thinking, Xiao Dujuan sarcastically said, "Wei Zi, you move so slowly, are you trying to catch fish on purpose?"

Wei Zi picked the most delicate handful of tea leaves on the tip of the tea tree, so he was extra careful and slower than others. It took two quarters of an hour to pick less than half a dustpan of tea leaves.

Xiao Dujuan was triumphant: "Look, I've already picked a whole dustpan!"

Wei Zi looked, the tea leaves really filled the entire dustpan, but Xiao Dujuan even picked those old tea leaves.

She reminded: "This kind of old leaves cannot be used to stir-fry tea."

"Laughing to death!" Xiao Dujuan sneered, "It's not me who drinks it, I care if it's always tender or not? Just use it to make up the weight and make a difference. Why do you care so much? You are really stupid if you say you are stupid. You can't even make money. No! What time is it, you don’t think that you can make money by being down-to-earth, right? Sure enough, you are stupid, unlike me, smart, wise, and flexible!”

While she was showing off, a steward came over with a dark face and reprimanded Xiao Dujuan: "Your family drinks these old teas?! These are not qualified, and they can't be counted as money. Hurry up and pick them up again!"

(End of this chapter)