Gao Xiaomei has a standard round face. Although she has a slender figure, her face makes people feel blessed.

"Sister Song Ya." The gentle voice brushed against Song Huan's ears.

Song Huan smiled and called "Second Sister-in-law" back.

The little chubby little girl Gao Xiaomei was holding in her hand blinked and looked curiously at the good-looking aunt opposite.

Song Huan took out the candy bars that had been prepared, squatted down in front of Little Fatty, and said, "Little Fatty is so cute, call me Auntie, and Auntie will give you candy."

Little Fatty drooled at the corner of his mouth. When he heard that there was candy, his eyes sparkled and he shouted in a sweet voice, "Aunt, aunt~"

Song Huan was so cute that she rubbed her little chubby cheeks with her hands. After she was satisfied, she handed him the candy packed in oil paper and said, "Hold it carefully. If you don't hold it firmly, it's okay."

If it falls on the ground, it will be eaten by ants~"

When Little Fatty heard that there were ants competing for the candy, he held the candy tightly against his chest and shook his head, "Don't give it to the ants, don't give it to the ants."

"Hahahahahaha..." Song Huan laughed.

Liang Fucai and Gao Xiaomei also looked dumbfounded.

Unexpectedly, she is even more beautiful than her mother. She is really better than her.

Seeing that Song Huan didn't understand what she meant, Mrs. Sun felt confused.

When Song Huan returned to the village, the Fu clan members immediately received the news.

After hearing what Sun said, Song Huan finally understood.

Mrs. Sun sneered, "This doesn't mean we are going to buy cloth? That means we are meddling in other people's business!"

Mrs. Sun was so angry that she was half-dead. When had she ever been so squeezed in her life?

But when I thought of my father-in-law's words, I had to swallow my breath temporarily. If Fu Chuanlin was admitted to Jinshi, he would avoid having more land and property, which would benefit not only the Fu family, but also his own family.

Song Huan put down her things and greeted the two of them politely.

Lucky star?

As the star of fortune, I am most happy to be associated with the auspicious star.

Sister Song Ya may not know that the Sun family is also from Dongxi Village like her. The Sun family is one of the three major surnames in Dongxi Village and is also the least trivial to offend.

Mrs. Sun stopped drinking tea for a moment, then put it down, "Miss Song is really straightforward and informal, quite like Brother Song."

Mrs. Sun calmed down and sneered in her heart. When Song Ya gets married, she will have to suffer a lot!

Song Huan was not polite and just said to go back and take a look first and come back later.

Don't even think about holding the legacy of your elders in front of you.

These people say they can marry whomever they want to marry?

Song Huan entered the room and sat directly on the stool nearby.

I don’t know if it’s appropriate to use “playing the piano against a cow” at this time.

Making money is the top priority.

Does this mean to buy cloth?

Sun, "!!!!"

Mrs. Sun walked into the house and didn't notice that there was someone in the shadow somewhere else.

Song Huan just smiled and said nothing, and the faint light in his eyes paused for a moment on Aunt Qiu. Aunt Qiu instantly remembered that scene, and her thick hair was immediately covered with sweat.

Ms. Sun sat down in the main room. She had never noticed this daughter of the Song family before.

Song Huan guessed that it was because Liang Fucai and Liang Dayong often came to help take care of it.

Song Huan, "..."

Little Fatty didn't understand the bad taste of adults, but he was curious as to why his aunt and father and mother suddenly laughed.

Ms. Sun took a deep breath, being ignored by a junior was almost unbearable.

Song Huan closed the door and went to deal with her own affairs, completely ignoring the bunch of jumping grasshoppers.

Looking at the gravesite of Song's father and Song's mother from a distance, there are still traces of worship.

Oh ~ I remembered it!

How could a woman like this be worthy of Zhang Lin?

Mr. Sun stopped beating around the bush and went straight to the theme of the trip, "Song Ya will be twenty this year, right?"

At present, she just wants to clean up the house quickly and then go to burn charcoal to make money.

Song Ya also has to give us elders a chance to take good care of you for your parents."

Song Huan said, "Nothing, you go back and take care of Xiaopangdun first. I don't have anything to help here. It will be over soon."

Liang Fucai invited Song Huan and said, "Come to my house for dinner tonight. It's too late to take care of your house today. Let Xiao Xing go up and help you clean it up tomorrow."

She took a deep breath, took another sip of water, and forced herself to smile, "Song Ya, think about it carefully first. He is a rare and good person. There will be no shop like this after passing this village."

Gao Xiaomei frowned, it was too late to say anything now.

Not far away from the Fu family's locust tree, Mrs. Pan stood under the locust tree and looked faintly in the direction of the Song family.

Song Huan's mind immediately recalled the complaints made by her former friends.

Mrs. Sun faked a smile and said, "My aunt has a distant relative. Her family does a small business in the county. Not to mention rich, but life is no problem. People can live a good life and are honest. What if my aunt takes you there one day?"

Go and meet the other party?"

Song Huan looked at Mrs. Sun and said something confusing, "I heard that the dyeing shop in the county is selling cloth."

Do they think that the Fu family can influence them just by being elected?

Fu Yuanzhi is still on his side!

Who doesn’t have a backer yet?

Sun, Fu Qinglin’s mother.

Know how to get by: stingy and stingy.

Honesty: Old, not much truth, no merit.

After that, Mrs. Sun took Aunt Qiu and left quickly on the pretext that she had something to do at home.

I don’t know what the brain circuits of these people are thinking.

We elders have also failed in our duties, and it is not too late to save it now.

Song family

The courtyard was not littered with fallen leaves or overgrown with weeds as expected, it was as clean as if she had never left.

Aunt Qiu, "???"

It's Fu Xue Shu's mother, Aunt Qiu.

When going down the mountain, Aunt Qiu asked her doubts.

Song Huan didn't hear what she meant when she said that she was rude and that Song's father was also referring to her. She only thought that the other party was praising her.

Let's look at her, she is about forty years old, dressed in purple and green plain clothes, with bright and lively eyes, slender eyebrows and a pointed nose, with slightly dimples on her cheeks. She is a kind-hearted woman with a hint of sharpness.

What's more, she also has a younger brother who is already a scholar.

Song Huan poured water for the two of them on the principle that they were guests when they came in, and asked Gao Xiaomei to go back first.

How else can I take care of myself?

At this age, the only thing left is marriage.

The person who comes here is not kind.

Gao Xiaomei’s name is Gao Xiaoxing.

On the morning of the third day, when Gao Xiaomei was helping Song Huan clean up the housework, someone from the Fu family came to the door.

Live your life honestly and honestly.

Song Huan snorted coldly.

Gao Xiaomei frowned, "Are you sure?"

Song Huan smiled warmly.

Mrs. Sun suppressed her anger. Her father-in-law sent her to do this because she couldn't let herself mess up.

What good things are you thinking about?

She has no father, no mother, and no relatives, so it is basically impossible for her to be filial to her.

It’s age, it’s saving, and it’s taking care of your parents.

Next to her was a woman who looked familiar to Song Huan.

You are a good person. In order to take care of your brother, you have delayed your life until now.

Seeing that Song Huan didn't answer, Mrs. Sun had no choice but to continue, "Brother Song and Sister Lu passed away early, leaving you siblings alone and helpless.

The duty of the dyehouse is to dye cloth, and selling cloth is the business of the shop, so selling cloth in the dyehouse is a waste of time and money, and it is nosy!

Since that's the case.

Then, wouldn’t it be enough if it’s broken?

Pan split the leaf in his hand into two halves.

The leaves fell lightly at my feet.
Chapter completed!