Liu Qiaoer has begun to fantasize about a better life in the future.

Five maids, three family members, came to listen to small songs, beat their calves, and were busy going out to carry eight sedan chairs and four horses.

There is also a cook in Jiangnan Water Town who specializes in cooking for her.

Just because she has a powerful daughter!

"Let's go to bed." In reality, Jiang Lao Er pulled her away and turned her back to Liu Qiaoer.

Liu Qiao'er was stupid, "You...... What are you doing, hurry up and have a daughter with me. ”

Jiang Lao Er scoffed, "It is impossible to give birth to a daughter like Mianmian." ”

"Why?"

"Mianmian is the treasure of our old Jiang family, it was specially given to our family by God, just such a one, it is my third brother's turn to be blessed, look at us and the eldest brother's family, it is all unlucky, I gave birth to so many sons and I haven't seen a daughter, don't think about it!"

After a pause, he said, "Besides, Mianmian is also like my daughter, it's enough for me to hurt her!" ”

Liu Qiaoer was so angry that she wanted to beat him.

Can that be the same! Jiang Zhimian is not her own child, and she may not be filial to her in the future.

But now Jiang Lao Er doesn't cooperate, and she can't give birth to a daughter by herself.

I had to give up, lay down and fell asleep in a huff.

……

Early the next morning.

Jiang Zhimian got up early in the morning, stretched the animal skin that he had brushed yesterday with a bamboo bandage, and hung it on the wall to dry.

As soon as it was hung up, Sister Li and the daughter-in-law of the old Wang family came over.

"Mianmian, have you eaten? My aunt made sorghum cakes, and they were still hot. The daughter-in-law of the Wang family asked enthusiastically.

Jiang Zhimian waved his hand, "If you don't eat Auntie, I'll just drink rice soup for a while, and I have to lose weight." ”

"Isn't that skinny? If you want me to say, there is no one in this village who is worthy of us. Sister Li spoke.

After thinking about it, he stepped forward again, "Mianmian, do you have someone in your picture?" If not, Aunt Li will introduce you to my mother's brother's son who is seventeen this year and works as a bookkeeper in the town, you see, you are doing business now, if it is your own family who is in charge of the accounts, don't worry? ”

As soon as he heard this, Jiang Zhimian's head was bigger than two.

Sure enough, people are afraid of being famous, and pigs are afraid of being strong.

Once you have more contact with the villagers, someone will naturally come up to say goodbye.

"Aunt Li, thank you for your kindness, but I have an intention." Jiang Zhimian refused.

In this way, it will be difficult for Sister Li to make a marriage again.

Otherwise, it would be a couple of lovers!

The ancients still believed in the saying that it was better to demolish ten temples than to break a marriage.

"Ah, you're interested in someone?" Sister Li really didn't say any more, but she was very curious, "Who is it, won't it still be He Zhishu?" Mianmian, we are not uncommon that kind of person, even if he is good to you, after all, the future mother-in-law is fierce and vicious, and if you marry in the past, you will suffer. ”

"My crush is ......" Jiang Zhimian subconsciously raised his head and looked at the small bamboo forest outside the village.

Unconsciously in his mind, Chi Mohan's appearance actually appeared.

Strange, why do you think of Chi Mohan?

Here, Sister Li and the daughter-in-law of the Wang family also followed her gaze and looked out.

Coincidentally, He Zhishu, who was about to hurry to the town, passed by the door and was caught in the sight of the three of them.

"Mianmian, you are a good girl, beautiful and capable, listen to my aunt's advice, let's not hang ourselves on a tree with a crooked neck, go to the forest and pick carefully!"

In my heart, I lamented, why is this kid so desperate!

Jiang Zhimian: ???

No, it's a misunderstanding!

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Sister Li: Mianmian, don't like He Zhishu anymore, think about my nephew!

Jiang Zhimian: I'm not, I don't, don't talk nonsense!

Chi Mohan: My forty-meter broadsword is about to be unable to hold it!