Chapter 117: Incomprehensible Customs

After filming for a long time, I didn't see anyone inside to open the door, He Niangzi scolded a few words in her mouth, her voice was not small, through the door panel, Wanqing could hear it clearly, it was nothing more than some kind of slave bullying the master, looking down on people and waiting to see.

She didn't have the heart to listen to this mother-in-law's scolding, so she turned around and went back to the house to find the little lady.

Yu Lanniang's recent life has not been easy, there are further signs of marriage with the Zhuo family before, she doesn't want to repeat the mistakes of the past, so she makes excuses to shirk, but her mother does not agree, and now she is negotiating with Zhuo's mother, leaving little time for her.

For this reason, she ran to the county when she was free, sometimes it was the Xiao family, and more often it was the Pei family's butcher shop, but Pei Dalang was very cold to her, no matter how many clothes she changed or what she did, he was indifferent, simply, simply...... Incomprehensible!

On this day, she got out of her mother's chatter, originally wanted to go to Xiao's house, but before she arrived, she saw a bloated woman banging on the door of Xiao's house from a distance.

Yu Lanniang subconsciously "hissed", and in the next second, she saw the woman jumping up with her feet in her hands.

Yu Lanniang: "......"

How much this person can't think about it, it hurts to think about it.

Unfortunately, she had seen the woman who knocked on the door, and Cousin Xiao was also there on the day of the recruitment, but she didn't know what her relationship was with Cousin Xiao.

As if to confirm that the door would not open, the woman spat at the door, unwilling to turn around and leave, the direction was Yu Lanniang's side, she was still scolding in her mouth, she couldn't hear clearly at first, but when she got closer, her words became clearer and clearer.

“…… What's that, little kid...... I knew that I would come to my son to propose marriage, and when I entered the door, weren't all the things of the Xiao family mine? It's also your turn to be a girl...... The little prostitute raised the slave of the lower shell, and the lowly person who dares to play a majestic role in front of the old lady......"

The words are getting more and more unbearable, and I don't know if it's the master or the maid.

When passing by, Yu Lanniang's heart moved, and the steps that were originally towards the Xiao family changed direction, and she pretended not to care and followed behind the woman.

I followed the woman all the way to a grocery store, which was not small with a backyard layout, but it looked quite messy.

A young man in his twenties with an ordinary appearance greeted him, "A-Niang, how is it?" ”

He Niangzi took a sip and said angrily: "You didn't even enter the door, you said you?" But what you say is true? Did someone really give a silver tael to borrow that book? ”

"Auntie, will I lie to you?" He Yang helped Mrs. He to sit down on the side, serving tea and pouring water.

"That's still cheap, the man said whatever he said, one or two pieces of silver, he just borrowed it to copy, and returned it after copying, if you have the opportunity to borrow a few more copies, it won't be long before the rent of the Xiao family's shop will be there."

What the? The Xiao family in this shop?

Yu Lanniang wanted to turn around and leave because of this sudden news, but after thinking about it, she walked into the shop, picked up a wooden comb and made a gesture of selection, but her ears were pricked up.

The two chattered for a while, and the words did not leave the Xiao family, Yu Lanniang listened for a while, but she knew a lot about the Xiao family, and finally saw that there was really nothing new to listen to before throwing down the things in her hand and leaving.

He Niangzi looked at her out of the corner of her eyes for a long time, and when she saw her choosing left and right, she thought it was a big business, but she didn't buy anything, and couldn't help but scold in a low voice, "Bad luck!" ”