The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Since the opening of a large workshop and the construction of the school, Yang Zhi has not studied in the town school, but at home in this school.

Ning Mengyao and the others heard, “How is Ji 'er learning?” They still met Yang Zhi when they were married to Green Frost. At that time, the child had already raised his head and had some stability. He was just a child and forgot everything when he played.

He said that Yang Zhu's face couldn't stop smiling: “Sir said that Ji 'er was smart and learned well. He said that he would be able to take the exam in another two years. ”

Ning Mengyao listened and understood in his heart that Yang Zhi seemed really good, otherwise he would not have said such words, and wanted to come to him as an official material.

“So we can rest assured, then Uncle Yang we have a few uncles to go to, we won't stay.” Ning Mengyao stood up and prepared to leave.

“You two come over later and we'll have dinner.” Yang Zhu watched the two men speak resolutely.

Ning Mengyao and Qiao Tianjing glanced at each other, knowing that Yang Zhu was serious and not polite to him, nodded and agreed: “Okay, we'll send a gift and come back. ”

“Then you go. ”

The news of Ning Mengyao and Qiao Tianzhang's return soon spread throughout the village. Yang Huai stood at his door and looked at Ning Mengyao's big belly. There was some discontent in his heart, while his mother, Chen, thought of her deceased daughter, thought of her own daughter, Chen's heart could not stop spiritual acid.

“I'll be right back. As for the big banner drum? What a shame.” Chen's dissatisfied mumbling.

Although the Chen family was very dissatisfied with Ning Mengyao, they even wanted to strangle people, but when they thought that most people in the village were working in her factory, they dared not say anything more.

If you do what you really do, it will certainly cause public outrage and anger for everyone.

That's not what she wants to see.

Yang Huai also did not know what he thought in his heart. When he saw Ning Mengyao and the others come, the ghost made the gods walk away in a bad way: “You are back. ”

Ning Mengyao looked at Yang Huai like a monster. Wasn't their relationship so good? Well, actually, they had a pretty bad relationship, you know, and they were really messing around.

“Yao Yao, let's go.” Qiao Tian glanced at Yang Huai without even looking at him.

“Okay.”

Yang Huai held his hands into fists and hated him. Why does this woman look down on herself like this?

“Ning Mengyao, do you think it would be great if you had a little money? Shi Rural Industry and Commerce, business is the lowest industry.” Yang Huai also didn't know what was going on. He just didn't want to see Ning Mengyao as he didn't want to work with him.

Ning Mengyao turned to Yang Huai: “If I remember correctly, your brother is also running a shop. You seem to be supplied by your brother too. Why are you despising your brother for studying? ”

Is that what you're saying? There are people in his family doing business. What do they say now? Business is a cheap business. If his elder sister-in-law finds out about this, she doesn't know what their thoughts will be?

Yang Huaixin was cold: “I didn't say my brother. ”

“Isn't your brother no longer in business?” Ning Mengyao picked the eyebrows.

Joe Tian was impatient, and Mengyao spoke so much to strange men, so he said: “Yao Yao, we have so much more to do here, why talk so much to this kind of crap? ”

“Joe Tianjin, be respectful. I'm a show talent.” Yang Huai hates Joe Tianshun even more than Ning Mengyao, especially his impatient and despicable face.

“No one knows you're a show talent, you don't have to show up here, you can't pick a shoulder, you can't carry a hand, and you can't rely on the men your own family to support you. We are arrogant in front of you:” Qiao Tianchang is not looking down on the reader, but if the reader is reading too corrupt, then forget it.

“Let's go. I don't know what a talented show has to show for us.” Even the Emperor has seen her and is afraid of a show?