On the day of reconciliation, the reborn prostitute turned around and married the tyrant

Chapter 162
No one knows what Mrs. Zhou is thinking. If Yuan Zhao knew, she might come more frequently.

Therefore, even if Mrs. Zhou was unwilling, Yuan Zhao still appeared in front of her.

"grandmother."

"I heard that my grandmother was ill just after I returned home. Is she feeling better now?"

Yuan Zhao asked with concern.

When Mrs. Zhou saw her like this, she became very angry.

Now, both of them already know what kind of people they are, but they haven't broken their faces yet.

"Better."

Mrs. Zhou really doesn't have the energy for Yuan Zhao now, and she wanted to send Yuan Zhao away after a few casual words, but Yuan Zhao just didn't like her, and kept sitting there talking with her.

In the end, someone gave me a good mountain ginseng.

Seeing that ginseng, Mrs. Zhou's eyelids twitched. The quality of this ginseng was very good at first glance. She didn't believe that Yuan Zhao would be so kind.

Thinking of the hole Yuan Zhao dug for Zhou's mother before, Mrs. Zhou's eyelids twitched even more.

She refused several times, but Yuan Zhao insisted on giving it.

"Grandma is older and needs it more than we do. It's better for grandma to keep it and replenish her health."

"Grandma, have a good rest. My granddaughter-in-law is taking leave now. I'll see you again tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, without giving Mrs. Zhou another chance to speak, Yuan Zhao led the people away first.

After she left, the maid next to Mrs. Zhou couldn't help asking:
"Old lady, what should I do with this wild ginseng?"

"Does it work?"

Mrs. Zhou took a look and said:
"Keep it for now."

Yuan Zhao would not be so stupid as to play tricks on wild ginseng. She could not figure out the reason why Yuan Zhao did this yet.

However, she soon found out.

On the same day, Yuan Zhao went to the old lady's yard to stay with the old lady for more than an hour, and before leaving, the news that she gave the old lady an excellent quality wild ginseng spread throughout the Hou Mansion in an instant.

The second room and the third room didn't believe what the old lady said before, but Yuan Zhao's move confirmed their guess even more.

The most important thing is that the second day is when the monthly payment is issued, and everyone's monthly payment is reduced.

The people in the second room and the third room were naturally unhappy, and the trouble came to Yuan Zhao.

Yuan Zhao directly laid out the accounts of Gongzhong, which only had that little money on the accounts.

"Now that my grandmother is not in good health, she needs money for everything from doctor to doctor."

"It's always about grandma first."

What Yuan Zhao said was reasonable and reasonable. Even if the second and third parties felt uncomfortable, they did not dare to show it. After all, if word spread accidentally and they were accused of being unfilial, everything would be over.

However, no one wanted their monthly bills to be reduced, so they naturally charged the account to Mrs. Zhou.

When the news reached Mrs. Zhou's ears, her eyes went dark and she almost fainted again.

She said how could Yuan Zhao be so kind, he was waiting for her here.

Taking a deep breath, she didn't ask until she calmed down:
"Go and invite the Hou Mansion and the young master over."

She finally understood Yuan Zhao's thoughts now, and she couldn't be allowed to continue like this.

However, she didn't know that it was too late now.

What she said to the second and third bedrooms before had reached Zhou's father and Zhou Shiyuan's ears, and now they all had a rift against her.

She waited and waited, but what she waited for was the news that Hou Ye was not feeling well and had rested.

As for Zhou Shiyuan, he directly said that he was rejected by Wen Shu.

Mrs. Zhou, who got the news, almost fainted from anger when she heard the news.

When Linglong told Yuan Zhao these things, she couldn't help but sigh:

"They are also really cruel."

"The whole family is cold."

Yuan Zhao snorted coldly.

If it weren't for the consideration that Mrs. Zhou would have to observe mourning for three years after her death, which would affect their few remaining official careers, the Zhou family father and son would never care about Mrs. Zhou anymore.

"Miss, what shall we do next?"

(End of this chapter)