Nongmen Spring: Hot lady flirting with foolish husband

Chapter 35
"Hey, aren't you a newcomer from the He family? Why do you wash so many clothes by yourself?"

Mrs. Huang picked a stone slab next to Mrs. Song and squatted down, approaching Mrs. Song to ask.

Song raised her eyes, she didn't know the woman in front of her, she seemed to speak in the tone of a village woman in Zhuangzi, she was somewhat defensive, she didn't answer, she just nodded her head slightly, and went to wash her clothes on her own.

After a while, Mrs. Song didn't hear Mrs. Huang's words, and thought she had left. As the weather got hotter, her forehead was covered with sweat.

Mrs. Song couldn't help but shed tears again as she washed and washed. Seeing her own hands now, she couldn't hold back her sadness.

The hands that used to have smooth skin and soft skin, were used to compete for favor, but now they are so rough that they have become the hands of a village girl.

"What's wrong with you? What wronged you? Tell me about it?"

Seeing that she couldn't help shedding tears again, Mrs. Huang hurriedly stepped forward to comfort her, maybe an opportunity would come now, so her face became more and more gentle.

Mrs. Song didn't expect that Mrs. Huang hadn't left yet, so she hurriedly wiped away her tears, scrubbed the clothes in her hands in a panic, and said with a slightly choked voice, "No, don't meddle in your own business."

"Are you not used to living here?" Mrs. Huang asked a question that was not easy for people to guard against, and asked gently, which was completely inconsistent with her usual bluffing.

"People in my village are very friendly, if you have anything to tell me, maybe I can help you."

Hearing what she said, Mrs. Song let go of her guard a little bit, but she still didn't want to tell outsiders about her family affairs.

"Although it's true that I'm not used to it, it's not for this matter, so don't worry about it."

There is a show!Mrs. Huang was happy in her heart, but her face was still tense. She seemed to be worried about Mrs. Song. She usually didn't bother to push back when doing laundry at home, but now she suddenly became enthusiastic.

"Seeing that you have so many dirty clothes, don't you have several women in your family? Why do you ask you to wash it alone? I'm idle and I'm idle, so I can help you wash for a while."

"No, no, I can wash it myself, so I don't need to trouble you for help." Mrs. Song hurriedly refused, since the people in the village and her family are not familiar with it, so it's hard to bother them.

What's more, the clothes are worn by the whole family, so how can they be washed, they are not servants after all.

Mrs. Huang pretended not to hear, pulled out a piece of clothing and rubbed it wet on the stone slab, and said angrily, "Sister, it's not that I said you, why are you being polite to me, in the village, why don't you help each other?" Yes, it's the most common. You're welcome.

It's not that you forced me to help you, I just can't see it, you wash so many clothes at noon alone."

Huang's words of pretending sympathy just hit Song's heart, and Song's defense disappeared, and he said sullenly, "What can I do about this kind of thing?"

Why is there no way?Could it be that there is still a secret?Huang was puzzled.

However, Huang was still thinking about some things about the Jiang family, and since she was not familiar with it, it was not a good time to ask her these things, so Huang picked some useless words to divert her attention, put her at ease.

"I heard from people in Zhuangzi that your family used to belong to Pingdu. Is it true?"

Huang lowered her head and rubbed her clothes vigorously, asking casually, as if she was curious about the rumors and asked for confirmation.

Pingdu, that was just in the past. Now, it is hard to say whether the He family can make a comeback in Pingdu, and even if the He family can reunite in Pingdu, the Ge family will definitely not bring their mother and daughter to Pingdu to enjoy the happiness again. "It's from Pingdu, but that's all in the past."

"There must be many high-ranking officials in Naping, and they can also meet the emperor. Does every meal include meat, delicious food and spicy food?"

A table full of all kinds of meat dishes, including chicken, duck and fish, appeared in front of Huang's eyes.

Mrs. Song burst out laughing, this woman is so funny, I really don't know what she was thinking, she would talk about such a vulgar pursuit.

"The emperor lives in the palace, how can the common people see him? Besides, the life of big fish and meat is so vulgar, and the nobles in Pingdu will not be like this."

"But I see that the new Jiang's family eats meat twice every day. I thought that everyone in Pingdu eats meat."

Mrs. Huang was talking on her lips, but what she thought in her heart was that the smell of Jiang's meat eating often wafted out, and it seemed that she was definitely not a nobleman in Pingdu. The little lady had already said that noblemen in Pingdu were not like this.

The Jiang family also suffered. Back then, there were rumors about the Zhao family in Pingdu. It was said that the Zhao family had rejected Lord Dun's marriage proposal, and later married into the Jiang family.

Jiang Yanzheng is also a well-known talent in Pingdu, and is the dream destination of many official ladies. It's a pity that the Jiang family was unlucky, and they married the wrong person, Song sighed.

"Hearing that you know so much about the nobles, I guess your family must be nobles too. You are really humble, real people don't show their faces."

Although Mrs. Huang is still not sure, the nobles definitely make friends with the nobles, and there is always nothing wrong with flattering them.

Seeing Huang's obsequious and flattering appearance, Mrs. Song was a little bit heartbroken. After living in this impoverished northern Xinjiang, she is still considered a nobleman. Besides, even a nobleman would not have her turn to curry favor with herself.

"What a noble person, but he is driven by others, and he can't talk about suffering."

I can't talk about suffering, but I still have to mention it. Huang scorned it in her heart, but this is a noble person, and she must not be neglected on the face.

Mrs. Huang asked Mrs. Song with a smile on her face, "Look, we have been talking for a long time, and we still don't know your surname, madam, so we should have a title."

Madame, she has thought about this title all her life, but she has no hope at all. She will be oppressed by the mistress during her lifetime, cannot wear bright red clothes, cannot raise the child by herself, cannot be called her own mother, and cannot enter the ancestral grave after death , I can only find a place to bury him outside the He family's ancestral grave, and no one will burn incense and paper money for him during the New Year and holidays. The title of madam is really ironic.

"Miangui's surname is Song. Madam doesn't dare to be called a concubine. If the mistress knows, she won't take my skin off." Song smiled wryly, revealing her identity inadvertently.

Little concubine, no wonder I was kicked out to wash clothes in the middle of the day, and I really deserved it, but I was still trying to curry favor just now.

But I have already said so much, so I will force it again, "The concubine in the noble man's house is more noble than ordinary people like us, and I can bear to call you "little madam".

Song Shixiao wanted to be the official mistress of the He family for so many years, and she was still happy when she heard Huang calling her little lady, but she looked sad and distressed, and Huang only scolded her in her heart. It really is a vixen.

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