Sweet field peasant woman is delicious

Chapter 42 You Are Really Funny (1)
Nan Zhun lowered his head desolately, Nan Cheng thought that he should be quiet for a while, so he stopped talking and turned to go out.

An Le wiped Lin's tears with a handkerchief, helped her to sit on a bamboo chair beside her, but didn't know what to say, comfort?Why is it like showing off.

"I really envy you." Lin raised his head slightly and looked deeply at An Le.

An Le's heart tightened, and she held Lin's hand, her eyes were full of determination: "Second sister-in-law, one day, I will take you away from the Nan family."

Mrs. Lin shook her head slightly, and looked at the tear-eyed children beside her: "Children are my lifeblood. They are here, and I will never leave for the rest of my life."

But An Le said: "No, let's go together, bring the child with us! It's definitely possible." Lin is one of the few confidants she has ever had since she came to ancient times, and she didn't want to see her so lonely.

She knew that her heart was arrogant, she should walk out of this house, out of this mountain village, and shine brightly.

Just thinking about it, Nan Cheng came out, Nan Cheng comforted Mrs. Lin, then said goodbye to Mrs. Lin together with An Le, and left.

They have to come tomorrow, after all, the matter of Nan Zhi's separation has to continue, and they have to come to be a witness.

"Tomorrow we will separate, there should be another person, you haven't met yet." Nancheng said while holding An Le's hand.

"Huh? Who is it?" An Le asked in confusion.

"It's my fifth younger sister, Nan Qing. She just married into a richer family in the city a year ago, so you haven't met her yet."

"Oh, I remembered, I heard you mention it, but why can she marry so well? Can she marry a wealthy family in the city?" An Le asked strangely.

Nancheng smiled and said, "It's not considered a good marriage. It's a concubine for a 50-year-old man. That man's family has seven concubines."

An Le twitched the corners of her mouth, okay, another gold digger: "It seems that she is also beautiful."

"Well, not as good-looking as you." Nancheng smiled.

An Le curled her lips: "Then if I become a mistress, shouldn't you go see other good-looking girls?"

Nan Cheng suddenly turned An Le's body and said seriously: "In this life, I only have you as a wife. No matter what you become, I want you."

An Le let out a "puchi" laugh: "Am I kidding, why are you so serious?" He tugged at Nan Cheng's sleeve, and said, "I've always believed in you, have you forgotten?"

Only then did Nan Cheng stretch his brows, and led An Le to continue walking: "I remember."

"But even if Nan Qing is beautiful, he can only be regarded as a villager. In such a big family's family, he might be quite excluded." An Le said.

"Don't worry about her. I don't know her well. You don't want to have any contact with her. She is not a good person."

An Le nodded obediently, the world's best is a family, Nan Duofu can give birth to a son like Nan Zheng, and her daughter is probably not much better. Nancheng has sounded the alarm for her. It seems that this woman is not good, so she should take a detour.

The next day, Nancheng Anle arrived at Nan's house early, waiting for the other elders to arrive.

Besides, there were three cousins ​​who came, and Anle Nancheng greeted them politely one by one.

The village chief looked at them and felt that these two children were very polite, knowing that they were one step ahead to wait for their elders, and they would not be inferior in all kinds of etiquette, and his impression of them was a little better in his heart.

People gradually arrived, the village chief sat on the top seat, and Nan Duofu and several uncles sat on the seats on the two sides respectively. There was not much space in the room and there were not many chairs, so the rest of the people could only stand .

Nan Zhi was seriously injured, and it was difficult to take a step. Nan Zhun originally persuaded him not to be there, but he didn't know why he was stubborn, so he insisted on participating in person.

Nan Zhun had no choice but to support him to the lobby. Nan Zhi's head was still wrapped in a bandage, his face was bruised, and he put all his weight on Nan Zhun's body. Walking was very difficult, so Mrs. Zhao moved him a chair to sit on.

Nan Duofu snorted coldly, and didn't bother to look at her. He had long since lost any compassion for this useless son.

The village chief coughed a few times in embarrassment, and said, "Is everyone here?"

"Not yet, my youngest daughter is still on the way, and you also know that her husband's family is in the city, so it's not easy to go back and forth." Mrs. Zhao said quickly, with a smug look on her face.

An Le felt nauseous for a while, was she afraid that others would not know that her daughter was being a concubine?Just want to show off that your son-in-law is rich?But I don't know if the "son-in-law" is willing to recognize the mother-in-law.

The village head looked slightly annoyed. Nan Qing was obviously putting on airs on purpose, thinking that if he married into a rich family in the city, he could take Joe?To put it bluntly, she was just a concubine.

Everyone had different thoughts, and after waiting for a while, they saw a gorgeously dressed woman walking in, accompanied by a little maid, it was Nan Qing.

She was wearing Jinxiuxuan's top-quality satin dress, embroidered with red peonies, three gold hairpins on her head, and a flowing cloud bun, revealing her fair neck. Her face was indeed pretty, but she was full of Too many vulgar things that seem to be luxurious and expensive, but they look old. The young girl who is obviously 16 years old looks ten years older at this moment.

Nan Qing was full of arrogance, walked lightly with lotus steps, and walked to the center of the hall. The little maid behind her was also staring at the people in the room with her toes proudly.

An Le looked at the clothes on the little maid. The material was much better than hers. It was no wonder that even a maid was so arrogant.

Mrs. Zhao greeted her with a smile all over her face, and took Nan Qing's hand: "Qing'er, you are back, I hope you will die."

Nan Duofu's originally bad face suddenly beamed with joy, but in An Le's eyes, it seemed that there was a feeling of flattery, huh, how ironic.

Looking at Nan Qing's whole body, Wang's eyes turned green, wishing to see a hole in her body.

A look of contempt flashed across Nan Qing's face, he pulled out his hand, and said indifferently: "Isn't it going to split up? Why haven't we started yet?"

Not to wait for you!The village chief thought that Nan Qing really regarded himself as his master, and he didn't even pay attention to him, but he didn't get angry, and only said in a deep voice, "Let's start."

Nan Qing winked at the little girl beside her, and the little girl said in a shrill voice, "Hurry up and bring the chair."

Mrs. Zhao hurriedly ran to other rooms to find a good chair and came out for Nan Qing to sit on. The little maid wiped the chair with a handkerchief, and Nan Qing sat down gracefully. Mrs. Zhao stood aside instead, like a groveling slaves.

An Le understood in her heart that Nan Qing was simply here to put on airs. It seemed that she looked down on this poor natal family. In her heart, she probably wanted to get rid of this family a long time ago.

The snobbish eyes of the Nan family couldn't see the situation clearly, so they tried their best to curry favor.

(End of this chapter)