Chi Mohan's eyes lowered slightly.

In front of him, Jiang Zhimian appeared to speak to Mrs. Jiang with a little coquettishness.

Oh, it turns out that when the little fox is coquettish, it is also not a little delicate.

It's also an insight.

And Jiang Zhimian, who was at the front of the team, was full of helplessness, listening to Mrs. Jiang's earnest teachings.

"Mianmian, this beauty is skin after all, don't you be deceived, you know?"

As he spoke, he also gave himself an example.

"When I was so old with you, the matchmaker ran to my house all day long, saying that many people proposed marriage to me, I only asked who was the most honest and willing to do it, and then the matchmaker said that it was your grandfather, and I would marry him!"

The old man Jiang, who was driving the ox cart in front, fell into deep doubts.

Isn't it because of his handsomeness when he was young that Mrs. Jiang married her?

And Mrs. Jiang continued, "Look, although the Jiang family is poorer, but life is happy, now that there is you again, if I choose a stinky skin, can I still have such a good granddaughter as you?" ”

"Milk, it's really impossible for me and Chi Mohan, don't think about it, he doesn't look down on me." Jiang Zhimian said helplessly.

Mrs. Jiang was still not at ease, and continued to inculcate the idea that men are all big pigs' trotters.

Finally arrived in the town, Jiang Zhimian was finally liberated, and quickly jumped out of the car, ready to move things inside.

But at a glance, there were several villagers from Jiangjia Village standing at the door of the leisurely house.

Some are sweeping the floor, some are wiping plaques, and some are hanging lanterns on the eaves.

On the red lantern, a flowing ginger character is written.

"Aunt Wang, Aunt Li, you ......" Jiang Zhimian was stunned.

The daughter-in-law of the Wang family stopped what she was doing, with a simple smile on her face, "Mianmian, I heard that you moved today, and we don't have anything to handle, so we can only come over to help!" ”

As soon as the words fell, a few more men came out of it, talking and laughing, and moved the things on the ox cart in.

Seeing that the Jiang family was still stunned, the daughter-in-law of the Wang family said again, "Old lady, go in and take a look, they don't know where to put things, and they have to come to Zhang Luo!" ”

"Oh yes, I'll go." Old Madam Jiang came back to her senses and hurriedly stepped in.

Others are busy.

Jiang Zhimian looked at the lively scene in the leisurely house, and then looked at Chi Mohan who was still standing at the door.

Walking over quickly, it was natural to take the reins from his hand.

"Let's go, they'll help me move, I'll help you move."

"I can do it myself, you can go and get busy." Chi Mohan refused.

Jiang Zhimian insisted very much, "Anyway, I can't help here, I'll make the bed or something in the past, and you can do the heavy work yourself." ”

The Jiang family has so many people to help, but Chi Mohan is cold, he may be sad.

I don't know why, it's like a voice in my heart is telling her.

Chi Mohan was sad, and she would be depressed in her heart.

After a moment of silence, Chi Mohan bowed his head and agreed.

Only then did the two of them walk towards the small house next to them.

Then they put the wind and the ram in the square yard, and the two of them went into the house to put their things.

A mouthful of mahogany boxes loaded all of Chi Mohan's things.

Jiang Zhimian took them outside one by one.

Above were some poorly made but clean clothes, and below were leather wrists and gloves for hunting, as well as socks and undergarments.

When I got to the bottom, there was a small box.

Small, but very delicate.

Jiang Zhimian picked it up curiously, but didn't open it.

It was Chi Mohan who took the initiative to introduce, "It's my jade pendant." ”