Chapter 71: doing things

Chapter 71 Working on things

Jiang Youcai stopped Sapo and stared at her seriously. Only then did Mrs. Jiang realize the seriousness of the matter, but she quickly rolled her eyes, "Grandma found you a good family..."

"Brothers and friends respectful, family harmony must be the scene that adults would like to see, how about this, for the sake of the image of the little uncle, let's be humble, sister, you can give this 'good family' to the little aunt."

After Lu Jingzhi finished speaking, Jiang Tanyue nodded with dignity.

"My daughter won't marry into his Zhang family, what is he, Zhang Dabao..." Mrs. Jiang cursed for a while, bringing the Zhang family back to their thoughts.

One moment Zhang Qin was thinking that this Jiang Xiaomiao rarely spoke human words, and the next moment he was arguing with Mrs. Jiang again.

Misty atmosphere.

The sun is getting bigger, and the sun is scorching on the body.

Lu Jingzhi mobilized the ability of the water system, and the temperature of the whole body dropped a little.

She's about to explode.

Let's make a quick decision! !

If it was Jiang Tanyue, it would be more steadfast. While the words ignited the two families, it would not ruin the favorability of the villagers, but Lu Jingzhi didn't care about that.

Since my sister said that no matter how free she is today, she will get what she wants, of course she is not polite.

"Well, if you say you are not lame, you are not lame." Lu Jingzhi spread his hands, "Then your family shouldn't sell your granddaughter, right?"

Jiang Youcai knew that if he didn't do anything today, even if he was caught by this little girl, he yelled at Mrs. Jiang, "Go, return the fifty taels of silver to the Zhang family."

Taking her silver is tantamount to stealing her heart.

But when the family members let go, Mrs. Jiang could only hold back her anger.

That's fifty taels of silver!

A large piece of white flowers!

One, two, three, four...all neat silver ingots of twelve taels!

These are not those given by the Zhang family.

This is what the old lady took out of her pocket.

At least, she thought so.

When the money was in Zhang Qin's hands, the old lady curled her lips and wanted to yell twice, but was stopped by Mr. Jiang.

This matter is not over yet.

Just when people thought it was messy enough, more messy things appeared.

Under the mediation of Village Chief Yang, Zhang Dabao, who had a broken leg, was sent home first.

His quilt was so hot that it started to smoke, but his legs were still cold. If he didn’t go home, he would be useless.

people were sent back, but it doesn't mean that the Zhang family suffered a loss in this matter.

The Jiang family did not admit that they did it, but Zhang Jiafei said they did it.

Before Zhang Dabao left, he was so hot that he became unconscious, and shouted, "It's Jiang Dafu, I know! He even asked me where Jiang Xiaoduo went!"

Zhao Chunhan rushed up like crazy and asked where her daughter had gone, did he know?

With red eyes and disheveled hair, he stared at him closely, expecting an answer.

She was dragged back by Jiang Dafu and reprimanded.

Originally, the two families were equal, but after Zhao Chunhan made such a fuss, the Jiang family began to make a loss.

"Could it be that it wasn't Jiang Dafu, but the Zhao family who did it?"

She is in a trance because of her daughter's disappearance.

So I went to find someone in the middle of the night—it was the same as the previous two days, nothing surprising.

Seeing the idle Zhang Dabao, suspicious him, beat him, and asked about Jiang Xiaoduo's whereabouts...

Zhao Chunhan categorically denied it.

She didn't do this kind of thing.

She wasn't crazy, she was just a little excited when she heard her daughter's name.

Besides, Zhang Dabao is a big man, how can she beat him? !

Why don't they think about it?

It's impossible!

Didn’t sleep for days, worked every day, and was pinched, beaten, and mocked.

Zhao Chunhan was so tired that he was in a trance, the more he clarified that he was not crazy, the more he looked like a lunatic.

(end of this chapter)