After Jiang Shumei heard this, her eyes lit up and she nodded, "Uncle, your method is very good." Then I'll wait until I've calmed down and thought carefully before making a decision. ”

"Lifetime events, you really have to think about it, not hastily." Zong Zhiwen nodded, agreeing with his niece's words.

Jiang Shumei held the child, breastfed her son who couldn't speak, and thought about her thoughts. There are some things that have been avoided and are not a solution, and after a while, they should be closed.

Let's say that Zhao Fucai was scolded away by Jiang Shumei, although he was a little depressed, but seeing that the woman who realized his vitality was willing to scold him, instead of being disappointed, and looked at him resentfully, Zhao Fucai was already very satisfied.

Everything is getting better, keep up the good work.

Zhao Fucai returned to his home in the county seat, and his daughter had just finished school.

"Xinying, you can make an appointment with the little master at noon tomorrow, I have something to tell her." Zhao Fucai said while drinking water.

Zhao Xinying was stunned, "Dad, you secretly took away the ointment at home today and sent it to my mother, right?" Isn't it enough to want to buy it? ”

"I don't need to buy it just yet, I have other things." Zhao Fucai replied, "By the way, girl, is Fu Yingying's father called Fu Zhiheng?" ”

"yes!" Zhao Xinying nodded, "I once heard Sister Ying say that she is a super scumbag, even more scum than you!" ”

Hearing this, Zhao Fucai's face was a little unnatural, he glared at his daughter, and said forcefully: "I'm much better than that scumbag, I'······ I'm a prodigal son now······"

"Alright, don't talk about this nonsense." Zhao Xinying looked at her father with disdainful eyes, and used a bad proverb The crow stood on the back of the black pig, seeing others black, but not seeing her own black, which can perfectly explain her father's behavior, "How did you think of Sister Ying's scumbag Fu Zhiheng?" Did you see Fu Zhiheng in the city? ”

The little padded jacket in winter, without cotton, is not warm at all, not intimate.

Zhao Fucai looked at his daughter with some grievances, "I didn't see Fu Zhiheng, but I saw Fu Zhiheng's father Fu Shaohui, that old thing is an overly shrewd person at first glance." When he learned that I was from Honghai County, he was only slightly stunned and didn't say anything else, just as if his son had not married and had children in Honghai County. ”

Zhao Xinying shared the enemy's hatred, "The old guy is also a conscienceless, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to give birth to Fu Zhiheng's little conscienceless." Dad, what else did you say? ”

"Uh, the ointment made by the little master at home is better than the ointment made by the old man, and the old man wants to take away the rheumatism ointment and health tea I gave to your uncle and grandfather, and go back to study it, so I will put a few words on the old man······ It was said that the person who boiled these ointments was also surnamed Fu. Will that old man Fu rob the secret recipe of the ointment in the little master's house? Zhao Fucai replied, "So I want to ask the little master out and apologize first, after all, I may have inadvertently leaked her information; Secondly, it is to remind her to be careful, after all, the family is very shameless, the family style is not right, and anything can be done. ”

After Zhao Xinying listened, she nodded again and again, "What you said is, that's true, I'll just tell Sister Ying tomorrow." Recently, she has been busy studying, so I guess I don't have time to eat with you. ”

"That's okay, it's okay for you to talk to the little master, and Xinying, you are also mentally prepared, after your final exam, we will move to the provincial capital." Zhao Fucai told his daughter in advance, so as not to move suddenly, and her daughter couldn't accept it.