Jiang Zhimian didn't rush to reach out to pick it up.

After looking down suspiciously, he directly refused, "I don't want it." ”

This shape, this size, is the stone mortar did not run!

"Why?" He Zhishu was very frustrated, "Didn't you just need it?" ”

Deliver it to her in person, and refuse to ask for it?

"I already have one, so I don't need it." Jiang Zhimian replied.

Although the natural stone mortar shape is not very good, it is practical.

But He Zhishu didn't believe it.

There is a stone mortar in the village, and his family is the only one.

In a short period of time, where did Jiang Zhimian find other stone mortars?

You must be lying!

Thinking about it, he forcibly stuffed it into Jiang Zhimian's hand, "You can just use it, you don't have to be polite." ”

After saying it in one breath, he hurriedly ran away.

Jiang Zhimian was a little depressed.

This cream scholar has a Watt brain.

In the past, he ignored the original owner, but now he takes the initiative to send it to the door to ask for disgust......

Shaking his head, he looked at the stone mortar in his hand again.

It's better to send this thing back.

After making up his mind, Jiang Zhimian walked towards the He family.

When he arrived outside the courtyard of the He family, Jiang Zhimian planned to put down his things and leave.

As soon as he squatted down, he Lao Niang's sharp shout came, "Jiang Zhimian, what are you doing at our doorstep!" ”

Mrs. He looked nervous, and hurriedly rushed to the door of the house to block it, "You...... Are you here to find a book? ”

Oh my God, how did this stop for half a month, Jiang Zhimian is here again!

Jiang Zhimian pulled the corners of his mouth helplessly and stood up, "I'll return the things, na, let's go." ”

She knew that Mrs. He didn't want to see her.

After all, Mrs. He often has a sentence on her lips, that is, our family will take the top exam after knowing the book, and then we will marry a rich lady and be a fast son-in-law of Chenglong!

She is just a little village girl in the ravine, and Mrs. He naturally can't look down on her.

It just so happened that Jiang Zhimian was also not interested in He Zhishu.

I didn't need to say much, I put down my things and turned around and left.

And Mrs. He's eyes kept staring at her back until she disappeared around the corner and was sure that she was really gone, and then she breathed a sigh of relief.

His gaze fell on the cloth bag at the door again.

When I opened it, I found that it was my own stone mortar, and I was immediately stunned.

Hurriedly rushed back to the house with his arms and handed it to He Zhishu, who was concentrating on writing poems, "Son, why did you let Jiang Zhimian steal the stone mortar?" ”

If Jiang Zhimian has used it, then how can he make tonic medicine for his son!

He Zhishu was stunned, "Mother, where did you get it back?" ”

"At the door, Jiang Zhimian put it down and left just now." Mrs. He replied.

The face was very disgusted, "We don't want the things that this woman has touched, tomorrow my mother will go to the town to buy a new one." ”

"Why wouldn't she? If it's delivered to her, do you have to send it back? He Zhishu sat back in his chair and muttered softly.

At this moment, Mrs. He understood it.

The stone mortar was not stolen by Jiang Zhimian, but sent by her precious son on his own initiative.

And I sent it, Jiang Zhimian still disliked it, and returned it directly!

"Are you being tricked by her, what kind of stone mortar to send to that dead girl, that kind of countryman, let's get as far away as possible, in the future, you will be admitted to the top prize, and there will be a rich lady who wants to marry you." Mrs. He slapped the table in pain.

The table top was slammed, and the stone mortar also fell, slamming on Mrs. He's feet with a thud.

The howl resounded throughout Jiangjia Village!