The ugly wife of peasant family

It's a wooden hairpin flower. The sculptor's craftsmanship is very good. The flowers on it are lifelike.

"It's beautiful."

Fine son carefully took over, the surprise in the eyes can't hide.

Mr. Zhang's uneasy heart fell down, and he also showed a smile, "when I passed by Fucheng, I happened to see it, so I bought it for you."

Said, embarrassed to scratch his head, "did not spend much money, not very expensive."

He wanted to buy a gold hairpin for Qing'er, but the Xia family opened a jewelry shop. If he bought it, he would not only be laughed at, but also Qing'er would not like it.

When he drove the carriage past the stall, he fell in love with him at a glance. The stall owner paid the price, but he didn't even pay the price, so he gave it to others directly.

"I like it very much," she said

Words fall, stand on tiptoe, touched lightly on Zhang Ye's lips.

Bang!

Mr. Zhang's mind exploded.

Qing'er blushes and lowers her head. The elder sister teaches her these things. She says that since they are unmarried, they should contact more and teach her

Thinking of those taught by Xia Xi, Qing'er is even red in the neck. She lowers her head and looks at her toes, only to see the figure in front of her. Then, the door is opened and master Zhang goes out.

Qinger

He looked up in amazement and stared at his back.

Mr. Zhang was stiff and walked out with the same hands and feet.

Went to the front and back of the door, also did not bow, bang on the doorpost.

Poof!

Qing'er couldn't help laughing.

The shopkeeper also heard it and ran over in a panic. "Second uncle, are you ok?"

Mr. Zhang grinned.

The shopkeeper's hands shook in front of him and cried out, "second uncle... Second uncle..."

Mr. Zhang didn't seem to hear it and went out stiffly.

Shopkeeper

Qinger

Looking at the hairpin flower in his hand, he laughed again.

……

Xia Xi's painting, then it's dark, and shopkeeper Liu comes in with a lamp. She's still painting. After thinking about it, she reminds her, "Miss, it's dark."

"I see."

Xia Xi didn't lift her head. She answered.

Shopkeeper Liu carefully put down the candle, backed out and guarded the door.

Another hour later, there was still no movement inside. Shopkeeper Liu quietly backed down to get some food for Xia Xi. A carriage stopped at the gate of the backyard, and Fengche came down from the carriage.

Shopkeeper Liu trotted past, voice down, "big uncle, big miss is still drawing in the house."

The wind Che turned round to lift the food box, "lead the way."

Shopkeeper Liu respectfully led the way to the door, gently pushed the door open, and when Fengche came in, he gently closed the door, and stepped back for a long time.

"Just a moment. I'll finish this one in a minute."

Think it's manager Liu, Xia Xi didn't lift his head.

Fengche silently put the food box aside and sat quietly on one side of the chair, waiting for her to finish painting.

A quarter of an hour later, Xia Xi put down her brush and stretched out. Then she smelled the smell of the food and sniffed, "shopkeeper Liu, what did you do..."

Say words to turn a head, see is breeze Che, stay Leng for a while, then joyful of ask, "when did you come?"

"Just now."

"Bring me dinner?"

"Well."

Xia Xi stood up, walked over, bowed her head and gave him a kiss on the cheek, "it's very kind of you."

Wind Che indifferent eyes deep up, Xia Xi imperceptible, pull the chair over, will open to eat.

"Wash your hands."

The wind is pressing the sound.

Xia Xi heard it, looked at him strangely, but she washed her hands honestly.

Fengche set the food one by one, took the chopsticks to her, Xia Xi took a big bite to eat.

Busy afternoon, she is really hungry, even eat several mouthfuls, but found that the wind Che did not move chopsticks, greeting him, "you also eat ah."

Wind Che this just slowly put a little dish in the bowl.

In the courtyard, shopkeeper Liu kept watch all the time. Whenever there were any guys coming out of the room, he waved them to go back. In a hurry, he also let him walk on tiptoe for fear of disturbing the two people in the room.

"Will you draw later?"

The breeze Che sandwiched a dish for her, the shape seems to ask at will.

"No, I can't finish it today. I'll talk about it tomorrow."

Feng Che's speed of eating is faster. When Xia Xi is full and puts down his chopsticks, he also puts them down. He takes out his handkerchief and wipes his mouth. "Let's go, let's go back."

Feng Che took her hand and went out. Manager Liu lowered his head in a hurry. "Miss, uncle."

"After a while, you'll send someone to clean up the room. There are two dishes we haven't moved. You've warmed yourself and eaten them."

"Thank you, miss."

Send them to the door, and so on two people on the carriage away, manager Liu dare to look up, wipe the sweat on the forehead, personally shut the door, went to the house to clean up.

Carriage all the way to the door, two people out of the carriage, wind Che steps some eager to pull her in.

Xia Xi corner of the eye more than light curled to two figures, stopped, "wind Che, wait a minute."

Feng Che's steps stopped and looked at her.

Xia Xi turns around and asks the doorman, "who went out just now."

"It's the second lady and the second uncle."

Xia Xi's eyes narrowed. In the evening, she let go of Feng Che's hand and went in the direction where her figure had just disappeared.

The wind made his face black.

Mr. Zhang came out of the teahouse in a daze today. He didn't catch the carriage, so he went home. He didn't even hear Aunt Zhang's question. He was lying on the Kang and had been having a silly time.

Aunt Zhang went into the room with him. Seeing his silly appearance, she really hated that she had to be her own. She asked him, "I went to Fucheng and picked up the silver?"

"Well."

Mr. Zhang was still immersed in his own thoughts. Unexpectedly, he let out a sound. Aunt Zhang was so angry that she knocked him with a feather duster. "How much did you pick up?"

Mr. Zhang just regained his mind and looked at his mother in a daze. "What did you pick up?"

"It doesn't mean how much silver you picked up?"

Zhang Meng sat up, "Niang, what do you say? When did I pick up the silver?"

Aunt Zhang couldn't bear it. The feather duster knocked twice on his leg again. "How could you be so stupid if you didn't pick up the silver?"

"I..."

The words didn't export, Zhang Ye unexpectedly rare red face.

Aunt Zhang was surprised to see that her son had never blushed since he was sensible. She tut tut said twice, "blushing, is this stealing his daughter-in-law?"

"Mother..."

Mr. Zhang's face turned red into a monkey's butt.

Aunt Zhang glared, "really?"

Master Zhang pulled the quilt over his face, and the voice came out, "mother, let me stay for a while."

"No

Aunt Zhang opened the quilt and looked at her son with wide eyes. "Aren't you going to steal a kiss for the first time?"

"Mother..."

Mr. Zhang didn't know what to say. His ears were red,

"You idiot!"

The feather duster in Mrs. Zhang's hand hit him hard on the leg. "How did I give birth to such a stupid son as you? How many days have you been engaged with Qing'er? How can you steal it today?"