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She was just pretending to be pitiful. She just wanted everyone to know how pitiful she was, not only was she being framed, she had even lost her father.

Sometimes, even Jin Weiwei himself felt that he was a good and hypocritical person.

"Hmm …" In any case, there weren't many good people in this world, so she was fine with being neither good nor bad.

Jin Weiwei who was crying because of the onion in the mourning hall thought.

She really wanted to throw away the onion in her sleeve, but there was nothing she could do about it. Although she was sad, it was not the sadness of a daughter towards her father, but the sadness of a normal person towards the passing of a life.

She wasn't an actress, so she just cried whenever she wanted to. She just came up with this idea.

Jin Weiwei also had a bit of reputation in the Lishui County. There were many people who had offered incense to him in the past two days, initially, there were some who wanted to get closer to Jin Weiwei, but seeing how sad he was crying, they all sighed and left.

The last one to arrive was Cheng Yu and Zhou Manager, the two coincidentally bumped into each other. Jin Weiwei slid the onion to his elbow and wiped away two tears, revealing a teary smile.

"Young Master Cheng, Zhou Manager."

Jin Weiwei's eyes were swollen red, he looked like he was forcing a smile.

From what he knew, Jin Weiwei did not have a good relationship with Jin Dabao, why would he cry so bitterly?

Thinking about the discussions that had taken place in the past two days, Cheng Yu immediately understood that this was probably a method Jin Weiwei used to redeem his reputation in the shop.

Really … Good move.

"Don't be too sad Madame Jin. There is no banquet that doesn't disperse. People have to keep looking forward."

Zhou Manager's face was full of consolation, the onion in his sleeve reeked of smoke that hit Jin Weiwei again. He couldn't control himself, and tears started streaming down his face again.

"Mn, thank you Zhou Manager."

At this moment, she could not say a word. At night, she must pick out a smaller onion from the pearl jade. Day after day, her eyes would be swollen from the smoke.

Zhou Manager thought that she was really sad and left after saying a few words of consolation.

Jin Weiwei could only watch, she admired the Zhou Manager. In the few days that she had entered the prison, the small merchants that cooperated with her could hide as far away as they could, but this Zhou Manager, who did not know when to stop, did not have any relationship with her.

It was completely a merchant's way of doing things, but there was two parts of benevolence and righteousness in it. If it was her, she would do the same.

"Weiwei, you're very powerful."

After throwing that sentence, Cheng Yu also left. Jin Weiwei couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

"Stay away from him."

A voice suddenly sounded beside his ear. Jin Weiwei turned his head to look and discovered that it was the Little Rich Son who had similarly reddened eyes.

Seeing him like this, Jin Weiwei couldn't help but curse in her heart. It was the same onion that had been smoked for a few days, she couldn't even control her tears.

Even more irritating was the fact that he was the one who wanted the smoked onion.

"As for my business dealings, I won't count."

Jin Weiwei sniffed, but couldn't help but cry.

Little Rich Son turned his head to look at her, and reminded her in a low voice: "You don't have any business dealings with him."

Jin Weiwei was startled, looks like it?

Ever since Cheng Yuan's incident, the cooperation between the two families had lessened. After this incident, everything seemed to have ended.

The next day was the day of Jin Dabao's funeral. This time, Jin Weiwei had to return to the original location, because the ancestral grave of Jin Family was located there.

Jin Weiwei made a lot of noise and even sent people to repair the ancestral tombs for a while.

Servants had long since cleared the long street, and civilians and refugees lined both sides of the road.

Jin Weiwei stood at the front, holding Jin Dabao's spirit tablet. His eyes were unbearably red and swollen, and as he walked, he was crying.

With Little Rich Son following him from behind, his eyes were red as well. With the music of mourning, the scene was as sad as a lonely daughter that her father had no one to rely on.

Many of the commoners cried, no one said that Jin Weiwei was not filial, they were forced, their father was killed, they were told, and they did not say anything, how could they not pity him.

Along the way to the village, Jin Weiwei earned enough tears from everyone. Once he returned back to his house, he took out the onion from his sleeve.

"Quick, quick. Pearl Jadeite, quickly remove the swelling in my eyes."

Pearl Jadeite immediately went forward and rubbed the two eggs on Jin Weiwei's eyes.

"It hurts, softer."

The temperature of the egg was too hot, so Jin Weiwei couldn't help but to let out a sigh. Only today did she realize that just standing there silently crying was just a waste of energy.

On the second day, Jin Weiwei got Yuanbao to transport eight hundred kilograms of rice in the manor, and placed a signboard at the Jin's Rice & Noodles Shop entrance.

On it, it said that Jin Weiwei had decided to feed her father for 800 kilograms of virtue, and even mentioned that it was better for the poor.

This action had garnered a great impression from everyone. No matter how hypocritical Jin Weiwei was, he would not be able to release so much rice.

Jin Weiwei was dressed in plain white, with only a single white flower at the side.

"Auntie, how many people are at home?"

Jin Weiwei smiled gently and deliberately lowered his voice, just like a weak and delicate woman.

The aunt cried when she saw Jin Weiwei, "My daughter, don't be sad, is it good or bad?

Jin Weiwei nodded his head, feeling touched, he poured two extra spoonfuls of rice for his aunt.

"Aiyo, there's no need for so much. There's just me and my grandson at home, there's no need for so much."

"Auntie, that's not a lot. Let me eat something good. I'll grow up quickly."

This time, Jin Weiwei really wanted to cry. There were too many unfair things in this world.

The moment the food was finished, Jin Weiwei closed the door. She still had something important to do, so she was not in a hurry to open the shop.

After changing into a set of light blue, simple and elegant clothes, she pulled Little Rich Son along and left to meet Wang Hai.

"Lord Wang, long time no see. Your complexion is much better now."

The moment she saw Wang Hai, Jin Weiwei started to flatter her, but she didn't forget that Wang Hai was a pedantic person, so flattery was accompanied with a little sadness.

"Madame Jin? I heard about it, and I'm sorry, but I wonder if there's anything I can do for you? "

Wang Hai treated Jin Weiwei much more politely. It was mainly because the man beside her was too much of a threat, regardless of his identity or aura.

Jin Weiwei's expression instantly lit up: "Sir Wang, may I ask, how does one enter the Lishui County's merchant guild?"

Dazhuang's Chamber of Commerce had either obtained the approval of the government or given out a large amount of money, so it was easy for people to enter.

As for Jin Weiwei, as long as she didn't have money, and was picky, she had no choice but to look for Wang Hai.

After all, no matter how one looked at it, she was still considered "Wang Hai's person".

Wang Hai squinted his eyes, and instantly saw Little Rich Son staring at him coldly. Recalling Little Rich Son's identity, Wang Hai felt a sense of dread.

"Madame Jin also wants to join the Lishui County Chamber of Commerce? All the merchants in this Chamber of Commerce have great influence on Lishui County. I wonder if Madame Jin … "