"One hundred taels is a few meals for you!"

......

Jiang Lihua was embarrassed.

Jiang Lanhua has been saying that she eats a lot of silver in one meal since she ate a meal at her that time.

I don't know, I think she's a big tyrant.

She and Uncle Jiang ate together, and seven or eight people had less than one or two silver for a meal.

Jiang Lanhua saw that she had not spoken, and she was anxious.

"How about it, Jiang Lihua, one hundred taels, do you want to give it?"

"I can't give up a hundred taels, I really want money and don't want my life? Don't even know if you're killed one day. ”

Jiang Lihua thought for a while and nodded in agreement.

It's a hundred taels to feed the dogs.

Dog: I didn't get a hundred taels.

Seeing that she agreed.

Jiang Lanhua breathed a sigh of relief.

She was really afraid that this dead girl wouldn't agree.

"Bring me a hundred taels." Jiang Lanhua stretched out her hand, "What if I say something and you don't give it to me?" ”

With the heart of a villain, Jiang Lihua took out a hundred taels of silver tickets and pinched them in her hand and looked at her.

Jiang Lanhua reached out and grabbed it, but didn't grab it.

"It was Yang Wenbin's idea, he wanted you to marry Zhang Xiucai, and then give your business to Zhang Xiucai."

"That's it? Gone? Jiang Lihua stared at her and asked.

"Nominally, Zhang Xiucai is in charge, but in fact, I am in charge of my mother, he knows that this time the matter did not work out, and he is still thinking of a trick to deal with you, it's gone."

"Jiang Lanhua, this bit of news is not worth a hundred taels."

This dead girl, do you want to regret it? She should have known she was going to get the money first.

"Okay, I said that you will give the money, Jiang Lihua, don't think about it."

Default?

She Jiang Lihua has always been honest and trustworthy.

"Let me ask you, how did you get mixed up with Yang Wenbin?"

Jiang Lanhua talked about the incident of meeting the Sun family that day.

Jiang Lihua nodded after hearing this.

The mother and son of the Yang family are very close to her, and they can't do anything about her.

Seeing that Jiang Lanhua wanted to vent her anger, it was also reasonable.

From this point of view, Jiang Lanhua was also implicated by her.

She gave one hundred taels to Jiang Lanhua.

"Do it yourself, don't think about taking money from me, come back next time, let the dog bite you."

After speaking, Jiang Lihua went into the courtyard.

Jiang Lanhua spat on her back.

"Phew, what's the big deal."

The big black dog saw that she was not leaving, and barked at her.

Frightened, she ran away.

Jiang Lihua sat in the courtyard, thinking about Yang Wenbin's affairs.

She is now living a life that the Yang family envies, making the Yang family regret and jealous.

She thought that was the best punishment for them.

Unexpectedly, they didn't reflect at all, they didn't let her go, and they still wanted to harm her.

She's got to take precautions.

Jiang Lihua remembered that she had studied taekwondo for a year before, and the busy work behind her was almost deserted.

It seems that it is time to pick it up again.

In the early morning, Jiang Lihua had two sandbags tied to her legs and exercised in the yard.

The sandbag was specially made for her by Aunt Zhang.

Now let's take up the physical fitness, taekwondo is the most about speed and strength.

Relying on the protection of others, it is inevitable that there will be omissions.

It's best to rely on yourself.

Yang's yard.

Early in the morning, Sun pinched his waist and scolded.

"Yang Xiuhua, you money-loser, your mother married you off, and now you are bringing your man back to eat and drink, do you still want to be ashamed?"

Yang Xiuhua and Zhao Fusheng were lying on the bed, listening to Sun's scolding, and disagreed.

In the past few days, they have long been accustomed to listening, from the initial anger to the current numbness.

Yang Xiuhua hated Sun and Yang Wenbin in her heart.

It's all because Sun and Yang Wenbin didn't coax Jiang Lihua's dead girl back.

If you coax that dead girl back, you can get her formula, and her man can go to be the big shopkeeper of the house.

blamed them, causing her man to offend the family, and was found by the owner that he deducted profits and collected their property, leaving them with nowhere to go but to return to Lihua Village.

Thinking of this, Yang Xiuhua turned over and continued to sleep with her head covered.

They hurt her like this, and she will live here for the rest of her life.

With a thud, Sun kicked the door open from the outside and splashed a basin of water on the bed.

It's early spring, and it's still a little cold.

Yang Xiuhua and Zhao Fusheng were coldly splashed.

The two hurriedly got up from the bed.

Yang Xiuhua glared at Sun, her eyes full of hatred.

If she was a son, Sun wouldn't have done this to her, would he?

She yelled at Sun, "What are you doing? Crazy? ”

The quilt is wet, how do you want them to sleep?

Sun Shi threw down the basin and crossed his hands on his waist: "The water spilled by the married daughter, you hurry up and take your man out." ”

Zhao Fusheng has hardly been to the Yang family since marrying Yang Xiuhua.

It has only been a few days since he arrived at Yang's house, and he has realized how spicy Yang Mumu is.

And it is also ruthless and unjust.

When he married Yang Xiuhua in the past, he gave a lot of dowry.

And every time Yang Xiuhua goes home, she brings a lot of things.

Now that they are depressed and hungry, the Yang family has turned their faces and denied people.

He's not someone to just let them bully.

He took out the momentum of being a shopkeeper in Wanfu Building, and stood with his hands in his hands: "If you want us to go, you can return the things we sent before." ”

The dowry plus the things given before, to say the least, there are also a hundred taels of silver.

If they get it back, they can start a small business.

When Sun heard this, his eyes widened like a copper bell: "You are dreaming, that's what we deserve, but the old lady married her daughter to you." ”

Girl? Zhao Fusheng glanced at Yang Xiuhua, who was splashed into soup next to him: "If you return the dowry, your daughter will return it to you." ”