The Han family members present had extremely ugly faces.

The Han family was indeed poor in the past, but because the family was all scholars, they have always been upright.

At that time in Shangxi Village, Han Yi was admitted to Xiucai, and the three brothers were all literate and hyphenated 'readers'.

No matter where they go, the Han family is respected.

Later, Han Beiqing made money, Han Dalang went to the yamen to do things, and the Han family walked sideways in the village.

Not to mention that after Han Xiancheng took office, the status of Han Laosan and his wife in the village rose even higher.

After being angry for so many years, the Han family's heart is not ordinarily high.

At first glance, he was called a minion, who could bear this breath.

"Han Beiqing, don't think that if you marry into the Hou Mansion, you can talk nonsense."

"Can you just say something like treating us as minions?"

"You spoiled a few of our girls, and you scolded the men in the house."

"Let me ask you, are you an official of the imperial court? Are your brothers gaining fame?"

"You belittle them like this, and call them .... What kind of minions are you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you know that lowly people can't be examined?"

Han Beiqing sat quietly and did not speak, even though Zhang jumped up and down and scolded harshly.

Han Laosan saw that Han Beiqing was not in the right mood, and hurriedly scolded his wife loudly.

"What are you talking about?"

"You've only said a few words, and you're in a hurry."

Seeing that her husband was not on her side, Zhang actually helped Han Beiqing, who degraded them, to speak.

Angry, he yelled at his husband.

"You only dare to teach me, why don't you care about your niece?"

"You don't listen, what kind of bastard she said!"

Zhang ignored her husband, who gave her a fierce look, and vented her emotions by herself.

I haven't seen Han Beiqing for a few years, and Zhang still thinks she is the weak little girl back then.

"I know, your maternal uncles are here. A large family of more than a dozen people are counting on you to help."

"But don't forget, your surname is Han and not Wang. They are foreign people, and your uncle and cousins are your family."

"You don't want to think about how they kicked you out when you almost died of illness in the Wang family."

"Now you're grown up and out of business. I don't want to pull my own family, but I think about those heartless people."

"And make up such a bunch of minions, the words of the subordinates disgust us."

The Zhang family said a lot, and vented all the anger he had suffered in the Han family's mansion for most of the month.

She was comfortable, but the faces of her mother-in-law, Mrs. Han and Han Laosan, were extremely ugly.

The room was silent, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop on the floor.

"Enough talk?"

"Aunt San, are you scolding?"

Han Beiqing looked at Zhang with a sneer, his eyes were cold.

Zhang didn't think so at first, thinking about what Han Beiqing would do even if he married the Hou Mansion.

She is an elder, a filial piety is bigger than the sky, and she is not afraid of Han Beiqing taking revenge on herself.

But at this time, seeing her husband and mother-in-law, they didn't dare to breathe, and Zhang's also began to panic.

"Grandmother, I think it's better to forget the decision we discussed in the house just now."

Han Beiqing ignored Zhang's and turned to look at Mrs. Han.

"Whether it's a bookstore or a fuel truck, these two deals, no matter what, have to deal with the rich and noble families in the city."

"As far as the third aunt is concerned, it will only hold back."

Mrs. Han's face changed greatly, and she was just about to speak, but she was interrupted by a gesture from Han Beiqing.

"But now that you're here, you can't do nothing."

"There is a rice shop on Nancheng Street, the third uncle and the third aunt will go there to sell grain."