MTL - The Lady’s Sickly Husband-~ 011 right and wrong, many widows in front of the door

The strange snow just came out of the Baiyunju, the seven sons received the smile on the face, directly let the treasurer copy the menu for more than a dozen copies, then sent him down, sent people to send these menus one by one to the name of Su Under the hands of the big shopkeepers.

After Li’s treasurer left, he personally copied a copy and handed it to the little Aunt Lu, who was on the service. “Go, give it to Azhao, let him quickly send it to Jingli. Give the Dagongzi a word and say this son. In a few days, this Baiyun residence will flourish, and the guests will come to the cloud."

"Yes!" Ah Lu took the menu and wrapped it in tarpaulin. He was preparing to go out. The seven sons also told him, "When you finish this matter, go to the shopkeeper and ask him to find some sours with some knowledge."

When Ah Lu took the lead, the seven sons received the menu handwritten by Mo Qianxue, and he muttered with a smile. "This one is the son of the son."

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Wait until the thousands of snow want to buy the purchase, Fang Zizi is to see what is shopping. She wants the file but she can't stop it. There is always a reason for it to convince her.

Zhang’s carriage was hired, and he had to hire another carriage, a man from the neighboring village’s East Village.

"Sister, do you want to open a shop in the city?" The carriage swayed and swayed at the small horse, and Fang Zizi finally asked, and it was a long time in his heart.

Mo Qianxue is in the city, and the owner asks the West to talk and is slick and slick. She is looking at her eyes.

"The situation at home, the blind man also knows. Mr. that point repair, he himself is not enough to eat, not to mention his body is not very good, if the sister does not want to point to the law, not at the end of the year, I am afraid that the family will not open the pot. ”

Mo Qianxue met her and asked not to look at some of her own ideas.

"But, the shop in the city is more expensive, how can it be settled?" Fang Yizi heard this, some anxious, the shop, not to say how much money is down, the monthly rent is astronomy The number, she did not dare to think about it.

Mo Qianshui looked at Fang Xiao’s nervous look and smiled and replied, “It’s impossible, so the short-term sister has no such plan. It’s getting cold, my sister will still make a kind of food, and when I’m done, I can send it directly to the city. When the time comes, I can help me."

These two hundred and two silvers are a huge fortune for a farmer like Fang Zizi, but it is not enough for the road of entrepreneurship. What's more, this afternoon, when I bought it, I spent dozens of two.

Fang Zizi listened to her and said that she didn't have this plan. She automatically ignored the short-term word. She took a long sigh of relief and reached out and touched the silver scorpion. She replied with a smile. "That is natural, and there is no work in the big winter." At that time, the scorpion gave the girl a hand, and after the winter was over, the spring gave the village a few acres of paddy fields, and the food would not be lost."

A thousand snow grin smiled, and sure enough, as long as it is a woman, she loves beauty. Fang Yizi on the way, touched the carved scorpion and touched hundreds of times.

"Do not worry, Fang Zizi, the sister will give you eight hundred cultural workers a month."

The strange snow is said to be light, but the square scorpion is shaken, "Hey? Work money! How can the scorpion ask for your wages! No! The scorpion will help you..."

Fang Xiezi still has to say something, and the strange snow is directly interrupted. "Fang Zizi, the brothers still have to settle accounts. My food is used to sell money. If you make money, you have to pay for the donkey. You don't want your sister." Conscience is uneasy."

The two of you came to me, and finally finalized the relationship of the main employer.

The carriage was on the road, a wilderness, everything had a clue, and a thousand snows put down the big stone in the heart. Open the curtain, the breeze is sent, she takes a deep breath, this is the world's air is good!

"Isn't that the widow of the high family, the osmanthus scorpion? The big brother who drove the car, you stop!"

The carriage stopped at the request of Fang Zizi, standing next to a small woman of twenty-seven.

"Osmanthus scorpion, you are still on the road now? Come up, let us go back to you." Fang Xiaozi saw the little woman, very enthusiastic to introduce the two people, and invited the little woman to the carriage.

"No, it is not very far, I just go back and go." Osmanthus eyes are low, whispered.

"Not far away? There are still twenty miles! You are polite with the scorpion. Besides, if you go back too late, Nie will not look after him, but you have to hungry again."

When Guihua’s nephew heard the words of Nie, it softened. Fang Zizi saw that she was hesitant and jumped out of the carriage and took her up.

"Osmanthus fragrans, why don't you come together in the carriage of Zhang Da Ge in the morning?" Two people came up in a thousand snow, let them go inside, and greeted with enthusiasm.

"She dares to sit? If she is sitting, Zhang Jia's mother-in-law still has to pull her full house, and plug her in the door of her house to marry her..." Fang Zizi is also a straight son who can't be bullied by others.

However, she said this, let the strange snow think of the morning scene.

Zhang Zizi clearly said that she had to let her man marry her into the city, but when Fang Zizi took out a few pennies and said that they were their car money, she said how funny it was, but the hand took it and the speed was put in. In the arms, it seems that I am afraid that Fang Zizi regrets it.

This person is really not a good match!

"Let Ning Niangzi laugh. It’s late today, it’s a bit late, and the eyes are getting worse and worse. There’s a little difference in the embroidered work. It’s changed for a while, so come back. It will be late."

The osmanthus scorpion listened to the scorpion and did not refute it. It was just a faint smile to explain the reason for the late return.

"Where is it late, today you must be watching Zhang's carriage still, waiting for the Zhang family's carriage to go far before the departure is right? The evil woman who killed thousands of knives is really unacceptable. The girl has such a duty, she still..."

Fang Zizi is restrained in the city, but in the village can be unambiguous, the man was cured by her, and she was not jealous.

She was so happy from there, and the tears of the sweet-scented osmanthus had been swirling in her eyes.

"Fang Zizi, please don't say it."

Mo Qianxue saw her whispering softly and softly, and now she is not willing to say a few words about the swearing. I know that this is a good woman who is gentle and virtuous, but she has a long way to go. Ever, the widow is not much in front of me!

Seeing that she is less than thirty, she is now wearing dark circles, thinking of doing too much embroidered nights.

Husband died early, orphans and widows, it is pitiful, can help, let's help, anyway, when Fang Zizi is sure to be busy, she can't be in the kitchen to eat, and find a party. It’s not bad to hit the hand.

Thinking about this, she opened her mouth. "Would you like to come to my home to work? I plan to eat some food to go to the city to sell, and give you six hundred a month."

"Yeah! You don't have to pick up the embroidery again, you can keep Nie every day. Besides, your eyes will not work if you do it again."

Fang Zizi listened to the thousands of snow to give himself eight hundred to others six hundred, grateful to see a strange snow, and then played a small side drum.

"Is there really six hundred words? Then I will go." The sweet-scented osmanthus is a little unbelievable. First, hesitated for a while. After hearing the small side drum of Fang Zizi, it was very arrogant.

She can't look at her eyes now. She always makes mistakes. She worked hard for a month. She did not embroider five hundred yuan for embroidering. The key is that in the future, I don’t have to go to the city to pick up the living. She can spend more time with Nie, and she grows up and looks at it.

After negotiating some locks for eating, under the advice of Fang Zizi, Mo Qianxue gave the purchased fabric to the osmanthus scorpion and asked her to make a few clothes for herself and Ning Shaoqing.

Three women in a play, talking and laughing, the carriage arrived at the entrance to the village.

The home of sweet-scented scented scented scorpion is in the head of the village, and the cloth with a strange shape of her clothes is the first to get off the car.

The carriage continued to move forward. Before arriving at the door, the lobby was greeted. While helping the horse, taking things, and asking Fang Zizi, it was good, and there was no tiredness. While Fangzizi packed up the parcels and patted the clothes, he asked about the situation at home...

Looking at the busy figure in front of you, it’s probably the most simple love.

Inadvertently looking back at his door, he found that there was an elegant figure standing there, and his heart was filled with waves.

It turns out that someone remembers to hang, and the feeling of being remembered is such pleasure.

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