Sun looked at Zhou's face, and his eyes darkened.

has been a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law with Zhou for so many years, just a small gesture of Zhou's subtlety, she can know what it means.

Looking at Zhou's expression now, it is clear that he is not angry.

I really didn't expect this little girl to have such a sweet mouth now, and she coaxed Zhou in three or two sentences.

The corners of his mouth pulled up a smile, and Sun said casually, "Yuan'er's sachets are beautifully made, and they are sold well, so you have to use a lot of good cloth." ”

"How can you!" Song Qingyuan smiled, "It's all some rags." ”

"I bought it in that splendid cloth workshop, and it is a big bag of five cents, which is very cost-effective." Song Qingyuan stretched out his hand as he spoke, making exaggerated gestures.

"Yuan'er has pocket money at such a young age......"

"No wonder people outside say that our mother is kind and kind."

"I love my granddaughter very much...... Sun said with a smile.

Song Qingyuan only didn't understand the meaning of Sun's words, and then Sun's words, "It's not, our milk is fine." ”

"I made a little money in the past two days, and my milk hurt me, so I kept half of it, so I used these few dollars to buy some rags and sell them as sachets."

"As a result, I made this old money."

"It's all my mother's wisdom, and I can see that I'm a capable person who can make money." Song Qingyuan patted the old lady's ass nakedly.

"I said at the time, I will make money in the future, and I will be the first to honor milk."

Immediately afterwards, Song Qingyuan smiled mysteriously at Zhou, "Milk, look what I bought you......

Then he took out a piece of forehead from his cuff and shook it in front of Zhou.

There was a child's expression on his face begging for praise.

"Milk, is it good?" A pair of sparkling eyes looked at Zhou with the sincerity of a child.

Zhou took it and glanced at Song Qingyuan, "What are you buying this thing for, it's expensive." ”

Song Qingyuan has been observing Zhou's expression.

At this moment, although it was a sideways glance, he didn't have a good face.

But with the strange tone, it can be seen that Zhou is happy in his heart.

And the atmosphere between the two has also changed, becoming like a normal grandfather, not the tension when they came in just now.

Song Qingyuan quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's not too expensive to buy anything for milk, and milk is the biggest contributor to the Song family for giving birth to children."

"This little thing is nothing, milk deserves better."

"When I save a lot of money, I will buy whatever I want." Song Qingyuan patted his chest.

"Now, I'll change a piece of forehead for my milk first."

"The milk has been wiped on the forehead for several years, and it has been washed white." Song Qingyuan deliberately lowered his voice, appearing to be in a low mood.

"I'm so old, what new ones to bring." Zhou said with his mouth, but his eyes looked at the newly bought forehead.

Song Qingyuan smiled secretly, who doesn't love beauty, not to mention that the Zhou family is only fifty years old.

In modern times, it is the age of retirement.

"Milk, I'll change it for you." Song Qingyuan said, and reached out to help Zhou take off the forehead stroke, and tied the newly bought one.

", it's so pretty!" Song Qingyuan praised, "The milk belt is a few years younger with this forehead. ”

"My grandmother is already good-looking, and she looks even better when she dresses up."

"I can earn more money in the future, and give my milk good clothes and good food."

"It'll be empty of me!" Zhou glared at Song Qingyuan, "It's an old lady, what are you dressing up, I'm still ashamed." ”

"Hey, you're not old, no one in the village says that you're young, and you look like you're in your early forties." Sun immediately took over the conversation with a smile and began to praise the old lady.

Zhou snorted coldly.

His face was disdainful, but his heart was extremely comfortable.

This one or two, when she can't see it, they are all patting her ass in this way.

Sun turned his gaze to Song Qingyuan again, "Our garden is also good-looking. ”

"Yuan'er follows her milk, she is good-looking, smart, and capable." Sun brought the topic to Song Qingyuan again.

Song Qingyuan sneered, this was too fake.

"I'm embarrassed to praise my aunt." Song Qingyuan lowered his head and made a shy appearance.

"Who doesn't know that our sister Lian'er is good-looking."

"But Lian'er doesn't have a garden, you can do it!" Sun smiled, and stopped talking.

Song Qingyuan snorted secretly, the weasel gave the chicken a New Year's greeting, and he didn't have a good heart.

Looking at Sun's expression, Song Qingyuan knew what Sun was going to say again.

So he tilted his head and waited confidently and calmly for Sun's move.

Sure enough, Sun did not live up to her expectations, and was hesitantly speaking, "Yuan'er is so capable, didn't you think about selling that small basket with flowers?" ”

Song Qingyuan looked calm, "Uncle Niang is talking about the flower basket sold in the town." ”

"That's right! Right! Or Yuan'er knows a lot, and the eldest aunt doesn't know that it's called a flower basket. Sun smiled lightly.

"I also heard someone say that it was just a small flower basket that could be sold for a few pennies."

Song Qingyuan showed a clear expression, "No wonder the small baskets are so easy to sell these days, they have all been bought to make flower baskets." ”

"If only I could make flower baskets." Song Qingyuan said as if distressed.

"Then put a few flowers in the basket, what's so difficult." Sun said casually.

Song Qingyuan smiled, "That big aunt will fill the small basket with flowers tomorrow, and I will sell it." ”

"How could I ......?"

"Uncle Auntie won't, let alone me." Song Qingyuan smiled at the corner of his mouth.

"Why didn't I see you selling small baskets today?" Sun changed the subject again.

"The eldest aunt is quite careful to observe." Song Qingyuan meant something.

"I really didn't sell small baskets today, we were busy selling sachets here, so I asked my second brother to sell small baskets."

"The small baskets are particularly sought-after right now, and they should sell well."

"When the second brother comes back, he will naturally give the money from the sale of the basket to the milk."

"Auntie, don't-worry-heart." In the last three words, Song Qingyuan accentuated the tone.

"What's the point, I'm worried." Sun's face turned pale again.

Dark passages; This little girl is now talking with thorns everywhere.

Don't worry, she said that she was weird, and she clearly wanted the old lady to suspect that she had the intention of seizing power.

One after another moves were blocked, and Sun was a little silent.

The Sun clan is no longer attacking, but Song Qingyuan refuses to just leave it at that.

She obviously didn't offend the Sun family, but the Sun family targeted her one after another, if she just put up with it, maybe the Sun family thought she was easy to handle.

"Milk, your embroidery is so beautiful." Song Qingyuan looked at the half-embroidered handkerchief on the kang head and said.

"This one can sell for more than a dozen yuan, right?"

"How can you sell so much, a handkerchief, not counting the money, can be sold for Bawen." Zhou teased his eyelids and said.

"Ahh Song Qingyuan covered his mouth in surprise, "How can you sell Bawen, I don't think you can embroider it well, and you can sell it for Shiwen!" ”

"Milk, are you being deceived?" Song Qingyuan pretended to be puzzled.

"Oh, that's not right!" Song Qingyuan suddenly realized, "This embroidery work is all sold by my eldest aunt."

"Uncle Niang is such a shrewd person, and she sells embroidery all year round, how can she be deceived."

After Song Qingyuan finished speaking, he looked at Sun with a smile.

The eyes are full of malice and do not hide it.

"You are talking nonsense, this embroidery work is worth eight cents." Song Qinglian pointed at Song Qingyuan angrily.

"If you have the ability, you can sell it, I don't believe you can sell it for ten yuan."

"Okay!" Song Qingyuan immediately took it, "Milk, next time I take it and sell it, I will definitely be able to sell more than Bawen." ”

"I don't believe it......" Song Qinglian snorted coldly.

"Eldest daughter-in-law, what do you say about this?" When Song Qingyuan and Song Qinglian finished arguing, Zhou spoke slowly.

Sun threw himself on his knees and fell to the ground, "Mother, daughter-in-law is incompetent." ”

"In the future, this embroidery will be handed over to Yuan'er to sell."

Evading the important and lightly ripped off the topic, only admitting that he was incompetent and selling for less money.

Zhou glared at Sun and looked away.