Jiang Yin nodded, "I heard Qinghe say, then Lin Peiquan is still a scumbag." ”

The old lady, who is a grandmother and aunt, is really competent, not only to worry about the marriage of her 'granddaughter', but also the marriage of her scumbag nephew.

"You just need to know." Mrs. Jiang breathed a sigh of relief, "You are in charge of your own marriage, and no one can get involved." ”

Hearing this, Jiang Yin suddenly burst into tears, held Mrs. Jiang's hand tightly, and said, "Mother, you are waiting for a day or two, and when I make up some money, I will take you to pick up the child." ”

Thinking of Zisu, Jiang Yin felt worried, and he didn't know how Zisu was doing now, whether he was being bullied.

After sending Mrs. Jiang back to the room, Jiang Yin began to search for a more honest house slave in the house.

Qinghe found no less than ten, but none of them could get into Jiang Yin's eyes.

The reasons are nothing more than a few points, either they are too old and easy to be deceived, or they look insidious and are not honest at first glance.

Qinghe wanted to cry without tears: "Miss, what kind of honest person are you looking for!" ”

"Let me think about it." Jiang Yin swallowed melon seeds with one hand and supported his cheeks with the other.

After being stunned for a while, her mind flashed, and she made her requests one by one: "Don't be too old, look honest, and be honest." By the way, the most important point is that you can't have the surname Jiang! ”

If the surname is Jiang, the east and west will definitely not go out.

"Miss, it's hard to find such a person!" Qinghe muttered, most of the honest friends were relatively old.

Jiang Yin sighed, "Qinghe, this kind of person is easy to find, our family slaves in the Jiang Mansion are only a hundred, as long as you look for it with your heart, you will definitely be able to find it." ”

"I see, I'm going to help you find someone."

After speaking, Qinghe left to look for someone again, and Jiang Yin continued to leisurely knock on the melon seeds.

I don't know how long the melon seeds have been knocked, and seeing that Qinghe has not come back for a long time, she wondered: "Why hasn't this little girl Qinghe returned yet?" ”

Looking up at the sky along the window, Jiang Yin felt a little uneasy in his heart when he saw a blood-red cloud in the sky, put the remaining melon seeds in his hand back into the sunflower bowl, and got up to look for the trace of Qinghe.

In the small garden in the backyard, a group of vulgar mothers-in-law gathered together chattering.

"Eh, you know what? There's a trouble over there in Xiangzhuyuan. ”

An old woman next to her glanced at her, "Isn't that the eldest lady?" Isn't that what happened the other day? Stunned for a moment, she stared at her and asked, "You only know now?" ”

"Go, go, this matter of the eldest lady has long passed, I'm talking about the little maid named Qinghe next to the eldest lady."

Hearing the words Qinghe, Jiang Yin suddenly stopped teaching, quietly took a few steps closer, and continued to listen.

"What's wrong with that little girl?" One of the oldest women glared and asked.

"What else can I do, that little girl broke her hand and stole Miss Watch's things, and was found on the spot, so Miss Cousin led the girl to the old lady's end."

What? Qinghe's girl stole something? Jiang Yin, who heard this, was stunned.

As for Jiang Yuge's worthless things, she didn't want to give them to Qinghe for nothing, how could she still steal them.

After taking a few steps forward, Jiang Yin just wanted to go to the old lady's side, but was discovered by a sharp-eyed old woman, and said in surprise: "Miss, why are you here?" ”

After the words fell, the old women who had been together turned around one after another, and were frightened by Jiang Yin's figure.

"Passing by." Jiang Yin prevaricated casually and continued to walk towards the old woman's courtyard.

After Jiang Yin left, those old women gathered together again, and one of the old women glanced back at Jiang Yin's distant figure, and continued to chatter: "Look, the eldest lady was 'invited' by the old lady!" ”