Passing by a cloth shop, Mu Yunhan took Mu An and walked in.
There are no good fabrics in the town. The clothes I bought earlier are fine for daily wear and work, but not enough for visiting guests or discussing business.
Mu An became nervous when he saw her spending money: "Sister, I don't want it anymore. I just buy it for my mother and you."
Mu Yunhan said solemnly: "You don't listen to me?"
Mu An had a feeling of admiration for her, and he did not dare to speak when he saw her angry.
Mu Yunhan whispered: "This is a snobbish world. You saw it today. No matter what we want to buy or what we ask, the first thing they look at is our clothes.
Dressing up well is not a waste, but a necessity. I can't take off my money bag and show it to others every time I take you out to discuss business, right?"
Mu An suddenly realized: "I understand, sister, you can't be afraid of spending money. The key is to see where the money is spent and how to spend it."
"You can teach me." Mu Yunhan smiled happily and asked for half a piece of light blue muslin, planning to make clothes for the whole family.
Anyway, Mrs. Mu Er is a widow and she doesn't want to get married. Mu Ying is still young and Mu An is a boy. They don't care about colors and focus on practicality.
While paying, a sharp female voice suddenly rang out: "Hey, isn't this the eldest girl of the Mu family? She actually has the nerve to be alive."
A middle-aged woman with sallow skin, thin face and shoulders, and a young daughter-in-law stood aside and looked at Mu Yunhan with a mean look, her eyes seemed to burst out of fire. She was Zheng Hai's aunt, Hu Zhengshi.
When Mu An saw Mrs. Hu Zheng, his face turned pale. He pulled Mu Yunhan tightly and whispered, "Sister, don't argue with this kind of person. Let's leave quickly."
Mu Yunhan didn't bat an eyelid and counted the money slowly: "We are not thieves, there is no need to be afraid of anyone."
Mrs. Hu Zheng walked over arrogantly: "I heard that you did not hesitate to seduce a fool for money. You were caught and raped on the spot, and the engagement was annulled by my nephew. You were so angry that you hit the wall and committed suicide. You didn't die. In the blink of an eye, you did it again for money.
You sold yourself to a mute short-lived ghost. Are you spending the money on selling yourself? How much did you sell for?"
Her voice was sharp and sharp, so loud that the entire congregation heard her.
Countless pairs of eyes looked at Mu Yunhan, meaning everything, and whispers kept coming and going.
Mu An was trembling with anger, blushing and shouting with tears in his eyes: "That's nonsense! It was obviously you who harmed my sister!"
When Hu Zheng saw him crying, she became even more proud. She stepped forward and pushed him hard, saying loudly: "Am I talking nonsense? Are we harming her? Stop joking! If a fly doesn't bite a flawless egg, if she herself abides by women's ethics,
No one can harm her!"
She turned around and said loudly to the onlookers: "Come on, everyone, this woman, for the sake of money, is unruly. She first hooked up with a fool and became an adulterer, and then hooked up with a mute short-lived ghost, and was sold again and again...
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Mu Yunhan calmly counted the coins, looked up at Hu Zheng who was spitting, and walked slowly over.
Her eyes were dark and bright, cold and lifeless.
Hu Zheng was inexplicably frightened, took two steps back, and bluffed: "What's going on? Don't be afraid of others telling you if you dare to do it!"
"When will you pay back the betrothal gift your family owes me?" Mu Yunhan ignored everyone's looks and calmly smoothed his broken hair, his voice as cold as tapping stones from a mountain spring.
Hu Zheng couldn't keep up with her thinking: "What dowry gift? When did my family owe your family a dowry gift? If so, your family owes my family a dowry gift!" (To be continued)