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In the end, the New Year's painting still didn't tell Yang Juhua about the medicine mill.

She is going to wait for Zhang Guixiang to be a demon and then play this trump card, and then the effect will be the best.

The two of them returned home with hundreds of eggs, and Ye Zimei sat on the bench in the hall and stared at the door, her face a little sad and worried.

Mainly listen to gossip, she likes the new daughter-in-law to be able and make money, but she also wants fame, whether the New Year's painting is discredited or not, and now the reputation of the New Year's painting in the village is getting worse and worse.

This is also the reason why she is reluctant to collect eggs today, in case she hears some mother-in-law with broken mouths chattering in her ear, she should be in a hurry again.

The New Year's painting today is also gradually spreading in the village, and those who say bad things about the New Year's painting behind their backs basically haven't sold their eggs.

Some people say that there is no evidence, so it's better not to talk nonsense.

Some people also say that the New Year's painting is a thief, and it must be hooking up with Chen Guoqing.

Zhao Cuilan's side also applauded the New Year's paintings, and quarreled with a few women who chewed their tongues, and the ancestral graves of the scolded people were smoking.

In view of this, most people don't dare to talk about it openly, even if they say it, they do it secretly, otherwise they have to go to the town to sell the eggs themselves, and they have to guard against Zhao Cuilan's foaming stars.

There are also people who really break the jar, such as Chen Guifen, but they are even more fierce, Zhao Cuilan went to quarrel with her and failed to convince her.

When Nian Hua went to the town to sell pancakes again, he also saw Chen Guifen selling eggs on the side of the road.

She may be unwilling, seeing that other eggs are sold to New Year's paintings for four cents, so the price of selling eggs is also four cents a piece, and she can't sell a few when she comes.

As a result, as soon as I returned to the village, the New Year's paintings began to collect eggs for five cents a piece, and a few diehards couldn't stand it.

I can't get along with anyone, and I can't get along with money.

They have found the Liang family, and they are soft on New Year's paintings, and they are also full of good things about New Year's paintings in the village, such as "New Year's pictures are a good girl, and they think about big guys in everything, so that everyone can make a little more money by selling eggs." ”

Originally, Ye Zimei still had a lot of complaints about such a loser approach to New Year's paintings, after all, an egg costs five cents, which is really a bit expensive.

It can be seen that the New Year's paintings are making more and more money selling pancakes, and there are fewer and fewer rumors about the New Year's paintings in the village.

And the worst thing is Chen Guifen, seeing that other people's eggs are sold for five cents, but her own eggs can't be sold.

She got up early in the morning and ran around town a few times, and the eggs were not sold, so let her lower the price, and she was even more unhappy.

Why can those people in the village sell eggs for five cents each, but I can't sell them for four cents?

Chen Changyong, who was still the man in the family, taught her a hard lesson and forced her to go to Liang's house to say good things about the New Year's paintings, and Chen Guifen bowed her head very unwillingly.

In the evening of this day, Ye Zimei saw Chen Guifen looking around outside the courtyard gate at a glance.

"Sister Mei, what about cooking?"

What Ye Zimei heard the most was that Chen Guifen was talking bad about hooking up with men in New Year's paintings, so she didn't have a good face for Chen Guifen at all, and ignored her.

Seeing this, Chen Guifen hurriedly chased into the kitchen.

"Sister Mei, look at me, it was all my fault in the past, and I don't know why, I was blinded by lard. I'm sober now, and I'll definitely control this mouth in the future. ”

Hearing that Chen Guifen finally relented, Ye Zimei's heart was already happy, but her face was still silent: "Then I want to thank you for our family's New Year's paintings." ”

"No, no, as long as the New Year's painting can buy all my eggs."