Transmigration: Rural Sweet Wife

After song qiuer was just embarrassed and annoyed, she calmed down after listening to Qian's words. Looking at Qian's calculating face, she began to calculate in her heart.

Qian's point is not to care about himself, but to sell amu.

After all, isn't it money?

Thinking of this, song qiuer came forward and said to Qian: "Auntie, Amu can only sell a few money. If you agree to keep him, I'll give you all the silver he found in the back mountain."

Song qiuer's voice is very small, no one around the villagers can hear, but song Baoer clearly see Qian's face eased a lot.

"You mean..." Qian just wanted to ask, but he remembered that there were still many people around him. He cleared his throat and carried song qiuer back to the Chaifang.

The villagers don't know why. It's just Qian's family. They have already entered the Chaifang. They can't catch up with other people's families if they want to watch the fun.

After entering the Chaifang, Qian immediately released song qiuer, patted off the palm of his hand, ran into song qiuer's place and asked, "where did you put the money that silly big guy picked up in Houshan?"

Song qiu'er calmly looked at Qian Shi and said, "Auntie must promise me first. If I give the money to Auntie, you must agree that amu will stay at home."

"You dead girl, you dare to bargain with me!" Qian's posture is to raise his hand to song qiuer, but he doesn't want his hand to be blocked by song qiuer.

The thin and weak song qiuer stood in front of Qian's, but he had an air that made Qian's fear unconscious: "aunt, you can think clearly that he sold amu for only a few taels of silver, and the silver he picked up from the back mountain is much more than he sold him."

In fact, when song qiuer said that he would exchange amu's silver for amu's stay, Qian's heart was moved when he thought of the jade pendant, but now Song qiuer's appearance of not entering oil and salt made Qian's anger rise again.

Seeing that Qian's anger was not abated, song bao'er rushed to Qian's ear and said, "mother, I'm afraid this amu is really a rich family. They can't go out with less silver. You just follow her and say, when the money arrives, it's not at your disposal?"

But song Dazhuang, who has been worried for the first time, is worried about Qian: "madam, he can't eat a few silver. I'll do more work to earn money in the future, OK?"

The husband and daughter talked together, and let Qian's mind shake down. He pretended to be embarrassed and said, "in this case, if you take out the money, I'll let you two live here."

Song Dazhuang said busily, "qiu'er, go and give the silver back to your aunt."

"Good."

Seeing Qian's appearance, song qiuer felt relieved and prepared to turn to the place where the silver was hidden to get the money. Unexpectedly, at this time, the old lady who had just gone out yelled out of the door: "sister-in-law of the Song family, I've brought you my teeth!"

In the Chaifang, Qian took a look at Song qiuer and a mu and went up to open the door.

The old lady is leading a man with strong body shape behind her. When she sees several people coming out, she turns her eyes and looks around. Soon she locks her eyes on song qiuer.

There are several people in the Song family. Although song Dazhuang is a slave to his wife, Qian has never wronged his husband in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation. Song bao'er is the treasure of Qian and song Dazhuang. The three of them are well dressed.

But song qiuer is wearing layers of patches. When he goes to a pawn shop, he can be regarded as a beggar by a pawnbroker, which shows his poor quality.

As soon as he saw a few people, he decided that song qiu'er was the purpose of his visit. Although song qiu'er was thin and weak, he was also clean, with delicate features and bright eyes.

In this line of work, people naturally have a certain look, and are immediately very satisfied with song qiuer.

"Aunt, I..." Qian just wanted to say that their family didn't sell amu, but suddenly saw that renyazi seemed to be very satisfied with song qiuer.

For a moment, Qian's mind turned a thousand ideas, squinted, it seems to have an idea.

"Sister-in-law of the Song family, uncle Qiu is the fairest in shiliba village." Aunt smile to Qian's introduction, seems to bring their own people are very satisfied.

Qian did not refuse. He said to her with a smile, "thank you very much. Would you like to sit in the room, uncle Qiu?"

With that, Qian gave way and asked Uncle Qiu.

Song Dazhuang pulled Qian's sleeve and said, "lady, didn't you agree not to sell amu? Why do you invite people in? "

Qian twisted song Dazhuang's arm with his finger, and song Dazhuang grinned with pain. Qian said in a low voice, "the aunt next door specially came to invite uncle Qiu. Why do you want to invite someone to eat before you leave? Just drive them back to the village. Who will help us in the future?"

"It's still the lady's thought." Song Dazhuang smiles and doesn't think much about it.

With a smile, Qian invited aunt and uncle Qiu into the house together, turned around and closed the door. He didn't care about song qiuer and amu in the Chaifang, as if everything had nothing to do with them.

But song qiuer is acutely aware of the eyes that uncle Qiu just dripped on her, and then associate with what Qian did. Song qiuer's intuition is not simple.

When Uncle Qiu entered the house, he looked around the decoration of the house and thought about the family's background: "I don't know how much the sister-in-law of the Song family wants to sell that girl?"

Song Dazhuang waved his hand: "we are not..."

To his surprise, he didn't deny it, but he heard Qian's reply: "what does uncle Qiu say?"

"Ten Liang silver." Uncle Qiu touched his chin and offered a low price, ready for the family to bargain.

Qian Shi waved his hand: "those two people outside sell it to you together. You can make a price."

"Two?" Uncle Qiu recalled that in addition to the little girl he was very satisfied with, there was a tall man outside the house. He hesitated and asked, "that man?"

"What happened to the man?" Qian clapped his hands and said, "that man has strength as soon as he sees it. If you buy it, you must have the strength to work."

Song Dazhuang blushed and summoned up courage to ask, "lady, are you going to sell qiu'er?"

"Shut up." Qian stares at Song Dazhuang. Song Dazhuang is always afraid of his wife, but he doesn't speak any more. He just stands aside and feels guilty for song qiuer.

Qian then said to Uncle Qiu, "Uncle Qiu, look at the money for these two people."

Uncle Qiu saw the family's dispute, but he didn't say much wisely. He just made a slow calculation in his heart and gave him a relatively fair price: "twenty five Liang."

"Good." Qian's a promise, at present only waiting for uncle Qiu to take away a mu and song qiuer together, his beautiful Zizi money.