The ugly wife of peasant family

Shi Sanxiang jumps, is pressed by his elder brother's shoulder, can't jump up, shouting, "Lady Xia, you make it clear, who is cow dung?"

Xia Xi picks eyebrows, "of course it's you. Do you still need to ask?"

"You..."

Shi Sanxiang choked.

Xia Xi goes to the cashier.

Behind, Shi Sanxiang complained, "are you still laughing? You still laugh! I'm your brother. You won't help me if I'm said that. "

Pushing Shi Sanxiang into the kitchen, the smile on Shi Daxiang's face retreated, "Lady Xia is in a bad mood, how can you let her say a few words?"

"Her mood..."

Words export, Shi Sanxiang thought of the wind Che out of the battle, immediately live, this courtyard also only he and big brother know the real identity of wind Che.

In the accounting room, Eugene is recording today's expenditure in the account book. Xia Xi pushes the door in. He is just about to get up, and is stopped by Xia Xi. "You do your account, I'll come and have a look."

Eugene still got up and poured a cup of tea for her. "I heard from my aunt that you fell into bed after you came back from Feng's house. You have been sleeping for a long time. Is it the Feng's family that is hard for you?"

Eugene knows the name of Fengche, but he doesn't know his identity. He just hears that Xia Xi is taking Qi'er and Hu Zi to Fengche's home for the new year, and he thinks that she is going to Fengche's home.

"Your cousin, am I the one who can be embarrassed? When I went to their house for the first time, there were too many people I wanted to meet and things I wanted to socialize with. I was so tired. "

Eugene did not think much, nodded, "the wind family is a big family, things are natural, it will be tired. If you haven't had a rest, go back and sleep for a few more days. I'm in the shop. "

Xia Xi said with a smile, "I can't sleep any more. My mother is going to ask for a doctor."

Eugene also followed with a smile, "aunt is concerned about chaos, you wake up, she knows the reason, will not be so anxious."

Xia Xi nodded, took two mouthfuls of tea and held it in both hands. "Why don't you light charcoal in this room? It's too cold. "

"No way."

Eugene closed his sleeve. "It's getting warmer after the year. It's OK without charcoal."

"How much can charcoal fire cost? You have to use what you need. Don't freeze your body."

"I'm really not cold. Your cousin's new cotton padded jacket made for me during the Spring Festival is warm and sweaty. If you feel cold, go back to your room and I'll light a charcoal fire and send it to you."

"No, I'll go to the teahouse and see Qing'er."

……

Teahouse, guests are not many, in twos and threes, talking about the wind Che sent troops.

"Have you heard that Lord Zhan has a son?" One of them said in a voice.

Another person doesn't believe, "you can't talk nonsense, war lord daughter-in-law don't have, how can have a son."

"It's true. His son is seven or eight years old. It's said that when Prince Zhan was fifteen or sixteen, he fell in love with a village girl. The family didn't agree with him, but they had a close relationship. Then, Prince Zhan went to the battlefield. Later, he was seriously injured, so he forgot about it. Only a few days ago, the village girl and her son came to recognize their relatives, and Prince Zhan knew about it."

Seeing that what he said had nose and eyes, people believed, "if what you said is true, then Prince Zhan only recognized his son, but didn't want the village girl?"

"Yes, it's a matchmaker. It's just that I'm so poor that I don't even have a dowry. So I hired a sedan chair to marry me in."

"Tut tut..."

The listener shook his head and said, "as soon as he became the princess of war, the village girl would fly to the branch and become a Phoenix."

"What makes a phoenix? Prince Zhan wants to leave a trace of blood for Prince Zhan's residence. You don't know when he will come back from the battle. The village girl has only the title of Princess Zhan. She can't keep it, but she can't keep it... "

Later, the man didn't say anything, just shook his head, and the rest of the people also shook their heads.

Mr. Zhang came in from behind. Hearing these comments, he went over with a black face. "You guys can drink tea if you want. Don't talk nonsense."

The people who can come here to drink tea are all the people in the county. After listening to Mr. Zhang's words, he quit immediately. "What's the matter, you teahouse won't even say a word?"

"Yes, people all over the world are talking about it. Why can't we?"

"I don't care anywhere else, not in my teahouse."

"Yours?"

One of them snorted and laughed, "this teahouse's surname is Xia, not Zhang. Don't think you are Xia's son-in-law, just say this teahouse is yours."

The shopkeeper's face was not good-looking. He came out from behind the counter, "I don't know. Our master married the teahouse to the second lady. Now the teahouse is really Zhang."

"So what? Lao Tzu gave me money for tea. Can you drive me out? "

"What about driving you out?"

The curtain of the door opened, and a clear voice rang out.

People turn around, see Xia Xi slowly come in, some changed face, Xia Xi's name ring, they are a little scared.

Xia Xi went to the door and only heard the last sentence. She didn't know what was going on in front of him. However, seeing that master Zhang's face turned black, she thought these people were provoking him.

Export, do not leave the slightest politeness, "shopkeeper, drive people out! Remember, they are not allowed to come back to the shop for tea in the future. "

A few people are silly. In Pingyang County, being able to come to Xiajia teahouse is a symbol of identity. Only those with a head and a face can come here.

One of them hastened to settle down, "Lady Xia, you misunderstood, we are not..."

Xia Xi didn't listen to him. She leaned on the counter with a cold voice. "Shopkeeper, drive out!"

The shopkeeper held out his hand and said, "ladies and gentlemen, please."

Several people looked at each other, had to go out.

The shopkeeper stood at the door and turned back when he saw that the man had gone far away. He stood in front of Xia Xi, sweating on his forehead, "Miss..."

"We are in business, not angry. If we have such guests in the future, we can just drive them out."

"Yes."

Xia Xi didn't ask what happened. She turned and walked back to the yard. Zhang Ye followed her.

"How about Qing'er?"

Before Mr. Zhang answered, he heard the sound of Qing'er's vomiting. Mr. Zhang's face changed. He crossed Xia Xi and strode to the house.

The bile that fine son vomits is about to come out, Zhang Ye went to pour a glass of water, return to her side, gently help her beat back, wait for her not to vomit, hand water to her, "drink a mouthful, gargle mouth."

"Well."

Fine son took just want to drink, one eye saw Xia Xi, joy unceasingly, "elder sister, you wake up?"

Xia Xi frowned, "have you been so sick?"

"No, just a few days."

Xia Xi went to one side of the chair to sit down, Qing'er gargle, come over, "the day you come back, we passed, mother said you are tired, sleeping, don't let us disturb you. As a result, you've been sleeping for such a long time. I'm so worried. "