Kang Xiaohong was dragged home by Kang Yonglu, and the onlookers dispersed.

Back in the hall, Zhou Xiumei scolded Kang Xiaohong while wiping Qingping's face with a hot towel in distress.

After scolding Kang Xiaohong, Zhou Xiumei twisted her eyebrows and counted Qingping.

"Look at you, if you had agreed to marry earlier, there would have been so many things there."

Qingping looked at Zhou Xiumei 'pitifully', "Mother, do you think he Li Yuanhao is so good?" ”

"You are a dead girl, if Yuan Hao is not good, the scourge will come to coax you again and again."

Zhou Xiumei glared at Qingping resentfully, and the towel in her hand unconsciously used some force.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, mother, if you try so hard, my face will be ruined, and Brother Yuan Hao really won't want me at that time."

"What nonsense?"

Zhou Xiumei's left hand patted Qingping's shoulder angrily, but the movement of her right hand was much softer.

"No, I have to buy you some flour oil, and wipe your face into the white, you see how white this broken place is."

Zhou Xiumei looked at the difference between Qingping's scratched place and other places, and suddenly felt that as long as Qingping turned white, no matter how many people pestered Yuan Hao, Yuan Hao would not change his mind.

"Mother, if you just peel off this layer of skin on my face, I won't be as white as you wish."

Face oil? Thinking that her face had become the same as Kang Xiaohong's, Qingping wanted to vomit a little.

However, I really want to find a way to whiten and whiten my face, because according to the skin on my body, my face should belong to the fair-skinned kind.

Thinking of the skin on her body, Qingping felt depressed for no reason, for more than half a month, she hadn't taken a bath, what a sad thing it should be.

It's just a rhythm of wiping her hair every three days when she washes her hair, and soon she'll be spoiled.

"You're a dead girl, and you're talking nonsense, aren't you?"

Zhou Xiumei's left hand patted Qingping's shoulder again and glared at her dotingly.

"Mother can see that Yuan Hao has been interested in you recently, so if you want to capture his heart, you must not only be capable, but also look good."

Qingping temporarily let go of the depression in her heart, and shook Zhou Xiumei's arm.

"Mother, don't worry, when I make money, I will make myself so white that I don't even know you."

Money? Zhou Xiumei's eyes darkened for a moment, a bag of flour oil for four cents would not last a month, and she should still be able to afford it, but she always felt that the money should not be spent on it before.

"Don't talk nonsense, no matter what you become, my mother will recognize you, you don't have to worry about the money, my mother will buy you back the flour oil in a while."

"Mother, I don't want face oil, rubbing it on my face is like it came out of the panel cabinet, it's scary, you don't have to worry about this, I have my own way."

Seeing the gloom in Zhou Xiumei's eyes and the look of determination she made up her mind later, Qingping felt distressed and sweet in her heart.

"That mother gives you money, you can buy whatever you want."

As Zhou Xiumei spoke, she was about to climb up the kang and go to the box to find money for Qingping.

"Mother, you forgot, I'm rich now."

Qingping took out a stack of hairy tickets from her pocket and shook them at Zhou Xiumei.

Although it was only five dollars and eight cents, this was her first pot of gold.

Well, I heard Ruan Yongshan say that her salary as a teacher will be paid to her in two days, although it is only three yuan and two cents, but when the two are added, she will have nine yuan.

"That's what you and Yuan Hao earned, you still have to give him points, by the way, there are eggs, give him half of them!"

Zhou Xiumei said that she still insisted on getting on the kang and took out a small package from the box.