The most greedy time-travel in history: the history of a fortune-loving little woman

Chapter 57 Zhuang Zhou's Dream of a Butterfly ([-])

Zhuang Zhou's Dream of a Butterfly ([-])

Knowing this, Tang Shanshan felt sorry for Mrs. Tang, it was really hard work to take care of this big family and to serve that Liu Meier.

Tang Shanshan wanted to take out her private money for emergency, but she also knew that it was impossible for Mrs. Tang to use her money.

I'm a little bored, I really want to let Baiyin make Diewu Feifei right now to make some money, but after hesitating for a long time, Tang Shanshan decides to wait until Baiyin's mother recovers from her illness to see if she can get anything from her Useful news.

And about Qi Zihan, there should be some news.

It wasn't that she was too careful, but since someone dared to kill and set fire at the foot of the emperor in the capital and finally got away with it, then for the sake of her own life and property, she couldn't be too careful.

She is only nine years old, and she still has a lot of time to enjoy life, but she doesn't want to cause any bad results because of a momentary negligence.

This is also something that Tang Shanshan has been struggling with for the past two days. There is a treasury but she has to stay away from the easy-to-get gold because it may be dangerous to open the treasury. This is something that Tang Shanshan, a money fan, really cannot accept.

Fortunately, this danger cannot be ruled out, but she still needs to plan further.

As the saying goes: sickness comes like a mountain fall, and sickness goes like spinning silk.Baiyin's mother had been ill for a long time, and her sickness had already penetrated deep into her internal organs. It would not take a day or two to get fully cured. Because of this, Madam Tang strictly ordered Tang Shanshan not to talk to Baiyin, but to invite Baiyin's mother. Doctors from Baolintang have regular diagnosis and treatment.

The eighth day of the twelfth lunar month is commonly known as Laba, and the custom handed down from the ancestors is to eat tofu and drink Laba porridge.

Early in the morning of Laba, snowflakes came one after another, covering the whole yard in silver in a short while, but Tang Shanshan didn't like snow.

Wearing a thick cotton padded jacket and wrapped in a coat, Tang Shanshan rushed into the dining room, just picked up the hot and delicious Laba porridge and wanted to put it in her mouth, when she suddenly turned around as if telepathically.

The snow is pure and white, reflecting the cold winter sun, like walking into a world of ice and snow, cold and lonely, and the only warmth is the doting smile on his thin face.

(End of this chapter)