Wang Family’s Peasant Woman: Raising kids and Making wealth

“Fine, when I take care of things here, take Lady Qing.” Gu Chunzhu promised to be pleasant, but Mrs. Qing looked at her with suspicion, as if Gu Chunzhu had put a condom on her.

Gu Chunzhu didn't care what she thought, so he waited for Wang Kun to spit out the money.

After a moment of kung fu, Wang Kun came with a pallet. It must have been an ingot of silver Yuanbao on it. He was furiously drawing in front of Gu Chunzhu: “I didn't expect that this was a wolf's ambition. A small purchasing business actually swallowed so much silver. ”

This vendetta buys some broken silver. How could it be this kind of silver Yuanbao? Gu Chunzhu knew it was Wang Kun who took it back to her room, so she wouldn't let it go.

“Oh, please ask Wang Housekeeper to put this silver in the warehouse, take it back to compare it, and bring it to me tomorrow.” Gu Chunzhu's lip corner pulled a slight curve to give him a chance to make up for it.

“Okay.” Wang Kun lowered his head and his face was shaking. He thought Gu Chunzhu wouldn't read it. There were many loopholes in this book. How much silver money would it cost to fill this up?

Gu Chunzhu ignored him and went out to greet Lady Qing.

In the courtyard, there was only a faint trace of blood. Wang Kun had already taken people out. Gu Chunzhu frowned and looked at the pile of blood as if Wang Kun had intentionally stayed here to disgust himself. “Someone was about to clean it up so as not to attract flies. ”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Wang Kun deserves to be very positive.

Gu Chunzhu went to Anjuyuan with Mrs. Qing. Ann was drawing a pen in her room. This time it was painted in the courtyard of the county city, with a big rooster and a big black dog, and a palm-red horse.

She was too fascinated by the painting to see anyone in the room.

Lady Qing bent over for a while and looked at her face with a faint smile. She looked at Ann's painting and said softly: “Ann's painting is wonderful. It's a really fun picture of the countryside. ”

Mrs. Qing's voice suddenly rang, and she was surprised to settle down and painted a black patch.

Ann's little face lifted up dissatisfied and looked at Lady Qing, who was like her third, "What are you doing here again? It's ruined my painting. ”

Gu Chunzhu watched Lady Qing touch a nail, heart said, Ann's little girl eyes are small, she wants Ann to call her mother willingly, she still has to do some kung fu.

Though she thought so, she was also the hostess of the General's Palace, even if she came to play a round field, pointed out on the paper, “Ann, a few more pens here are always black and white cats, like the cat who often comes to our yard next door to us to play with mud? ”

“Mother is awesome, the cat is still glued to her, the little mud is all bullying her.” Ann said that she had dropped a few more pens on the paper, and a cat with a bow and a lazy waist jumped on the paper.

Lady Qing stood aside and felt that she could not get into their words. She could not understand any of the little mudslides, but she could only try to compensate her face: “Ann, you paint a cat, it looks even more interesting. ”

But Mrs. Qing kissed her ass instead, Ann's eyebrows tightly twisted, “What fun, this is my brother's house, my brother's sister, my grandmother and grandfather. ”

“Home? Where does this bastard live under a roof?” Lady Qing's eyes widened a little, Ann painted dogs, cats and horses all in the yard.

“Ma'am, don't be ridiculous if you haven't seen it. It's the same with every family we have.” Ann didn't even want to go with Lady Liqing. She blew away her drawing paper and did her own thing.

“Ann, I didn't expect you and Xiaocheng to have had this kind of life...” Qing Lady Qingbaba's eyes were all red, Aunt Thing handed over the handkerchief as she cooperated, and Qing Lady wiped several times under her eyes.

Even Gu Chunzhu wanted to beat her up. What kind of day is this?

Ann turned directly towards her and said, "My parents let me and my brother have a good life, eat and wear warm. Before, my brother and I were thrown away by our biological parents, we might become beggars on the road to pick up garbage. ”

“Good boy, stop it.” Gu Chunzhu looked at Lady Qing, who said the same thing as the sermon, as she was incompetent, and went over and touched the two double helixes on her head.

In the eyes of Mrs. Qing, this scene is more like an anxiety encouraged by Gu Chunzhu.

She couldn't care less about her identity. She squeezed over and squeezed Gu Chunzhu aside. Lady Qing covered her chest and her nose still had some sniffles: “Ann, I am your mother. Look how much you look like me. You are a good child born in October. ”

Gu Chunzhu was squeezed aside, but he could only bear it. Who really let Ann crawl out of his stomach?

Ann saw that Gu Chunzhu had been squeezed aside. Her clever eyes circled, and she sat in the chair in the room and looked at Mrs. Qing with a smile. "You want to be my mother, don't you? ”

“Mm-hmm.” Lady Qing nodded, but didn't think carefully about the words.

And then when she said that, Ann burst off the stool like a little sparrow, and flipped the case and found one of her clothes, and there was a hole, and she stuck it in Mrs. Qing's hand, "Well, aren't you going to be my mother? Give me some clothes. ”

“I...” Lady Qing looked at the clothes on her hands in an embarrassing manner. Her slender hand embroidered flowers only in her girlfriend's hand. When did she mend her clothes? I was thinking of refusing. Aunt Pong gently touched her and she swallowed the words of refusal. "Well, get me the needle thread. ”

The next person quickly took the needle thread and Mrs. Qing started to fix the clothes with the needle thread, but the clothes were different from the embroidery without embroidery bandages, and the cloth was not good. She wanted to embroider something on it, but ended up embroidering a bunch of needles.

Disassembled and sewn, sewn and dismantled, took half an hour of kung fu, while Ann and Gu Chunzhu were studying new refreshments in the kitchen together, in order to open a large and elegant shop.

“Ann, look, Mama sewed it for you.” Mrs. Qing handed the dress over, and Ann didn't even look at it and took it.

Lady Qing looked awaiting praise, and Ann said, "I want to have a fried spring roll. You made it for me. My mother used to make it for me. ”

“Okay, I'll be right there.” Lady Qing's hands were strangling each other, and they were almost printed.

She had never been on the stove, and the oil salt would wash away her delicate skin. In the past, it was said that the spoon soup she had made for the Prince herself was also made by her “hands" when she stood by the stove and watched people do it.

“But I won't make spring rolls, Aunt Thing can teach me.” Qing Lady Qing complained that Aunt Ping spoke for her, “Little County Master, please understand that Our Lady has not made spring rolls, let the old slaves come! ”