One of the female ghost's legs was broken, with only a trace of flesh remaining, which swayed in the wind together with the red tassel hanging in front of the sedan.
As if aware of Shen Qingqing's gaze, the female ghost turned her head and slowly raised the corners of her mouth.
Following the movements of her lips, two lines of bloody tears flowed from her empty eyes, sliding from the corner of her mouth to the wedding dress on her chest.
Tick tock, tick tock...
"grass!"
Shen Qingqing resisted the urge to retching and swallowed the sesame seeds in her mouth.
This is not like marrying a concubine, it is clearly inviting an evil spirit into the house.
Mr. Shaobing said Qian Rushan is probably going to be unlucky.
Shen Qingqing wrapped up the remaining sesame cakes and patted the crumbs on her hands leisurely.
She was worried about having no money to make, and business came to her doorstep.
"Yun'er, pack up and let's go."
No one answered her. When she looked down, she saw Meng Qiyun standing next to her legs, staring blankly at the female ghost's back.
Her little face was as white as paper.
Shen Qingqing was horrified. The second treasure couldn't be born with yin and yang eyes like her, right?
"Yun'er, you saw it, right?"
Shen Qingqing asked tentatively.
Sure enough, Meng Qiyun's expression changed, shock and panic flashed in his eyes.
For a moment, she held the sesame seed cake tightly and pretended to be calm: "No, I didn't see anything."
Is the kid still pretending to be like her?
"Did Mom take you to hunt ghosts?"
Meng Qiyun took a bite of the sesame seed cake fiercely, "Just go, I'm not afraid!"
His father said that only people who do bad things are afraid of ghosts.
She has never done anything bad, so why should she be afraid?
"Sure enough!" Shen Qingqing held her hand and said, "Let's go, mother will take you to learn more."
If Erbao really has yin and yang eyes, he will see ghosts countless times in the future, so this time he can exercise his courage in advance.
The two of them followed the wedding procession all the way to Qian Mansion.
Qian Rushan, with his big belly, was waiting at the door to greet the guests. When he saw the bride entering, the mustache on his lips was so happy that he almost flew to the sky.
"My Meimei, I miss you so much."
No one knows whether Meimei is happy or not. Anyway, the ghost bride following Qian Rushan is quite happy.
The female ghost grinned and laughed "hehe" from time to time.
Black blood and tears flowed all over his face.
She was missing a leg and had to rely on jumping to walk.
With every step he took, the broken part bounced up, revealing the white bones of his feet.
It looks quite touching.
The housekeeper of the Qian Mansion found Shen Qingqing and Er Bao in tattered clothes, and waved his arms to chase them away, "While you are going, you can see the Qian family coming while watching the excitement, are you not afraid of death?"
Shen Qingqing dodged his outstretched arm and protected Erbao behind her while giving him a cold look.
The housekeeper was stunned for a moment by her powerful eyes. When he reacted, his mouth became even more unclean: "What are you staring at? If you stare at me again, I will pluck out your eyeballs!"
"You like gouging people's eyes so much? Then let me show you something exciting?"
Shen Qingqing chuckled and took out the red paper umbrella from the bag.
The moment the umbrella is opened, it instantly triples in size.
The housekeeper looked at the red umbrella above his head and started to curse again.
Shen Qingqing suddenly raised her hand, made a silent gesture, and then pointed inside.
The housekeeper subconsciously followed the movements of her fingers and turned around.
What a coincidence, I bumped into the female ghost and looked back with a smile.
In an instant, he was so frightened that he fell to the ground like a puddle of mud.
Shen Qingqing took back the umbrella with a slight smile, and the warm sunlight made her face as bright as a flower, "Please accept the gift I gave you."
After saying that, he bent down and held Erbao in his arms, and left gracefully.
She only saves people who are destined to be good, and those who talk dirty words are left to die on their own.
The housekeeper looked at the back of the woman in front of him in horror, her body was shaking violently, and there was already a piece of fishy liquid under her crotch.
When they completely disappeared at the corner of the street, he turned around as if waking up from a dream. The Qian family was still bustling with lights and colorful decorations.
Where are the monsters and monsters?
But the female ghost's terrifying smile was deeply etched in his mind, following her like a shadow.
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After leaving Qian's Mansion, Shen Qingqing first bought a large backpack from a roadside stall, and then started a frantic shopping mode.
First, I went to the grain and oil store to buy rice, flour, rapeseed oil, spices and other necessary kitchen ingredients.
I went to the grocery store and bought some pots and pans. The porcelain bowl in Sanbao's hand had a jagged edge. It should have been replaced with a new one long ago.
When she was about to leave the grocery store, Meng Qiyun pulled off the corner of her clothes and stared straight at the pile of wooden barrels stacked in the corner. Her cheeks turned slightly red, "The bucket at home is broken."
"Oh, I forgot about this."
Shen Qingqing slapped her head and bought another bucket and basin.
Then I went to the pork stall and bought a piece of pure lean meat and a large piece of fat meat. I also bought twenty or thirty eggs and some fresh vegetables from the next door.
After finishing the purchase, she found that these items alone cost her more than four taels of silver.
Looking at the money left in her hand and the tattered clothes on her body, Shen Qingqing turned and entered the clothing store.
I originally planned to buy two pieces of clothes for each person in the family, but when I asked about the price, I thought, I'd better just buy two pieces of coarse cloth.
When she was a child, she learned embroidery and shoe soles from her neighbor's grandmother. Although she was not good at needlework, it was not difficult to make new ones based on the style of old clothes.
After buying the cloth, there were two more taels of silver missing from the purse.
Finally, I bought some cabbage, radish and other vegetable seeds and a large bag of halva with the scraps of copper coins.
The mother and daughter carried a lot on their backs and held a lot of things in their arms.
Meng Yuanyuan helped load the things onto the bullock cart, and half of the cart was filled with miscellaneous items.
Aunt Zhang was outspoken and couldn't help but ask Shen Qingqing: "Did you spend the money Wang Mazi gave you yesterday?"
Shen Qingqing nodded, turned around and saw Erbao lying on the side of the bullock cart, flapping her short legs to climb up, and easily fished her out of the bullock cart.
Meng Qiyun looked at her with a blushing face, and sat down next to the basket.
Aunt Zhang was still talking next to her: "Oh, you are such a tiger! Wang Mazi is a famous rogue in our town. Looking back, he figured it out. What should I do if I bring people over to ask you for money? I can't do it.
Can these pots and pans be returned?"
There was a man next to him who waved his hand to Aunt Zhang, "You are so brave, why don't you fear Wang Mazi's revenge? Why are you so idle?"
The one who is suffering is Shen, a little shrew. What does it have to do with them?
Shen Qingqing glanced sideways at the man, turned to smile at Aunt Zhang, "Don't worry, Auntie, Wang Mazi can't come."
It's more like sending someone over to deliver money.
Seeing her firm tone, Aunt Zhang shook her head and said nothing more.
Several people waited in the south of the city for a long time before Wang Bihe and her daughter slowly turned back.
Mrs. Zhao walked in front, her face as dark as the bottom of a pot.
Wang Bihe was wiping tears from behind. When he saw Shen Qingqing, he immediately stopped crying and forced a smile, but his red eyes could not deceive anyone.
Aunt Zhang deliberately approached her and asked, "How's it going? Did the interview succeed?"
Mrs. Zhao picked up the handkerchief and wiped the sweat from her forehead, hiding the embarrassed expression on her face, "No, the man is twenty-two this year, and he doesn't match my Bihe's age."
Aunt Zhang sneered, not exposing her lie.
Who wouldn't wait until they meet to talk about their family background and age before meeting each other?
Judging from this situation, it’s probably because she was disliked by her husband! This chapter has been completed!