Make a lot of money!I got rich in the year of famine

Chapter 81

Shen Qing ran to ask her.

"Ah? This, this..."

"Tell me, who is it?" Shen Qing was furious.

"It's not that woman named Song. She has a son who came to stay for two days. I didn't ask him to stay there. It was him who refused to leave. He couldn't even drive him away and entered your house. He just refused to come out." Granny Shen didn't dare to look at her.

Shen Qing ran back to the house, took out all the clothes piled on the corner of the bed, threw them into the stove hole in annoyance, and lit them on fire.

Granny Shen was startled, "Ouch! What are you doing? These are good clothes. They can still be worn after washing. Even if you don't wear them, I can change them for Xiaofeng to wear!"

Seeing the fire ignited and devoured those clothes, Shen Qing gave grandma a cold look, "If he dares to come again in the future, if he dares to enter that room again, I will burn the house down."

"Sister-in-law, I didn't ask him to come here. That guy is thick-skinned. I scolded him and tried to persuade him, but he didn't listen. What can I do?"

"What about my father? He didn't say anything?"

"Your father? He is a soft-spoken person. In the past, your mother... forget it, let's not mention your mother, let's talk about Widow Song. This woman has a lot of schemes in her belly. It just so happens that she is coming over today. You Tell her to go!"

Shen Qing's face was gloomy, and she just said that this old woman wanted to die, and she wouldn't mind giving her a ride.

Zhou Laidi came here with a pair of children. In order not to look too ugly empty-handed, she also brought a few eggs and put them in a fancy basket covered with a layer of cloth, making people think she brought something good.

"Shen Yan, hurry up and pluck some shallots from the garden, fry them with eggs, and add another dish at noon." It's not that there are no onions in her house, but she just doesn't want to pluck them, so she has to pluck them at her mother-in-law's house, Zhou Laidi has always been like this.

Granny Shen didn't care about her. If she did, she would have died.

Shen Yan stood in the yard, twisting her body and saying, "The vegetable garden is full of mud. If I look back, my shoes will be dirty."

Zhou Laidi handed the basket to Shen Qing naturally, "Girl Qing, go ahead."

Shen Qing took it, and before Zhou Laidi could be happy, she saw her giving the basket to Shen Feng, "Go and pull the onions."

"I..." Shen Feng was about to retort, but when he saw Shen Qing's cold and swooshing eyes, he immediately gave up. He took the basket and ran to open the courtyard door quickly.

"Haha! He actually listens to you." Zhou Laidi smiled fakely.

"If you have breasts, you are a mother. Your son is like this." Shen Qing told the truth, but she didn't say it nicely.

With Shen Feng's temperament, she wouldn't be surprised if he sold his parents because of delicious food.

Zhou Laidi could no longer hold back her smile. She realized that she couldn't be nice to Shen Qing, otherwise she would always be hurt. "This child is hungry, his life is hard, and he is growing tall. How can he not miss you?" With so much money, you don’t know how to bring him something nice, you’re stingy!”

Granny Shen yelled at her, "What are you doing there, why don't you come back quickly to light the fire."

Zhou Laidi smiled again, "Come, come, I see you are happy. Isn't your granddaughter back?"

This is the true ability to bend and stretch.

Shen Changgui and Shen Changfu went to the fields. After this rain, the wheat was about to be harvested. The farmers were all hoping that it would never rain again and there would be a good harvest this year.They didn't come back, but Widow Song and her mother-in-law came, each carrying their own baggage. It seemed they wanted to stay here for a long time.

She takes good care of herself, unlike Zhou Laidi, who often works in the fields. The brewing work is done by her own men, so her skin is delicate and her charm is still there. Her waist is her waist and her butt is her butt. All the men in the village want to see her. Take a closer look.

It's just that she has been so idle recently, which makes people doubt that the wine shop's business is not doing well.

When Shen Qing saw the two of them coming in, the first thing that came to his mind was this question.

"Hey! Miss Qing is back! This is great, our family can celebrate the festival together, how about your sister? Why didn't she come back together?" Widow Song smiled like a flower.

Zheng Bo stood behind her mother, staring straight at Shen Qing with his small eyes, then glanced at Shen Yan, and then looked them up and down, staying on the chest and waist for a little longer.

This was not the first time Shen Yan saw him, she thought she had suffered a loss before, so when she saw him looking at her like that, she was immediately ashamed and angry, "What are you looking at? If you dare to look at it again, I will dig out your eyeballs!"

The words were intended to be cruel, but unfortunately they were paired with a blushing and stomping behavior that was almost embarrassing and not very intimidating.

Zheng Bo smiled narrowly at her without saying a word.

Mrs. Song didn't look back. She didn't know how her son provoked Shen Yan. She could guess a little about her son, but this was the Shen family and she had to protect her son.

"Miss Yan, what are you doing? We will be a family from now on, and Xiaobo is also your younger brother. Be more tolerant to your younger brother. Don't always yell and kill, let your future husband know, and treat you as a shrew! This pair You have a bad reputation."

This incident touched Shen Yan's sore spot, the previous family with good looks had somehow found out about the Shen family who stole someone and hanged himself, so they quietly asked someone to report the matter.

Zhou Laidi was angry at home for two days, then calmed down, and started making plans to find a matchmaker again.

Mrs. Song probably learned about this from Shen Changgui's mouth, so she kept it in her heart and would take it out whenever she found an opportunity.

Seeing that Shen Yan was about to cry, she quickly ran to comfort her with a warm kiss, "Ouch! What's going on? Auntie just said a few words as a joke, how can you take it seriously, Xiaobo, hurry up Get your sister Yan a clean veil."

That's what she said. How could Zheng Bo know where the veil was?

The two of them, together with Shen Qing, were born in the same year, but Shen Qing was the youngest, Shen Yan was born in the first month, so she was the oldest, and Zheng Bo was born in the Mid-Autumn Festival, so Shen Yan is also older than him, so it is right to call her sister.

When Granny Shen heard her voice, she ran out of the kitchen and caught a glimpse of her little granddaughter watching silently. Her heart sank, and her tone naturally became bad, "Why are you two here?"

Mrs. Song smiled and said, "We are here to celebrate the festival! Didn't we agree before? Look, I also brought a pot of wine. Isn't Brother Changgui's favorite drink the wine I brew?" She took out the wine from her bag. A jar of wine only weighs about two kilograms depending on its size.

Zhou Laidi snorted coldly in the kitchen, and said loudly on purpose: "This is the first time I've seen such a thick-skinned person, one has no betrothal gift, and the other has no matchmaker, so he just rushes here on his own, even if he wants to post back, he has to check how old he is Alright, shameless."

Mrs. Song's eyes were gloomy, Zheng Bo sat on a small stool, lowered his head and played with his fingers, saying nothing.

Shen Qing saw all this and was about to speak when Shen Feng came back with a basket. He jumped in. When he saw Zheng Bo, the hair all over his body stood up. He turned pale and shouted at him. : "You, why are you here?"

Zheng Bo raised his head and gave him a sinister look, but remained silent and continued to play with his fingers.

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