Sister-in-law Zhao happened to come out with an enamel jar, and when she saw their sisters, she greeted them with a warm smile: "Hong, Fang, Uncle is looking forward to bringing you back, come in and eat." ”

After speaking, he casually put the enamel jar on the stool on the side, pulled one in with one hand, and urged his little daughter: "Feifei, squeeze your table, go and get clean dishes and chopsticks for your sisters." ”

Everyone greeted them with a word, and they were very enthusiastic.

In the end, it was Grandma Zhao who was even better, and quickly pulled Xiao Hong to sit next to her, smiling like a chrysanthemum: "You guys are finally back, are you hungry?" Eat it, today's chicken stew is delicious. ”

Mr. Zhao set up two tables, their married daughter came back with her son-in-law, and Zhao Youzhen and her daughter were also there, and a round table and the Eight Immortals table were full.

Xiao Hong thought to herself: Fortunately, people are not fat now, otherwise how could so many people be squeezed?

However, this home-grown chicken is really fragrant, and it is even more delicious when stewed with pork legs.

Grandma Zhao also turned out the chicken thighs, sandwiched them into her bowl, and sandwiched a large piece of pig's trotters, and smiled very kindly: "I know you don't like to eat too fat, hurry up and eat it." ”

"Grandma, you eat too." Xiao Hong was a little flattered.

After lunch, Grandma Zhao deliberately pulled her, and said that she wanted her to accompany her to fortune telling, Xiao Hong nodded happily: "Okay, then let's go later." ”

Mrs. Jiang was still impressed by Xiao Hong, and when she saw her again, her eyes were about to pop out, but fortunately she still remembered her personality, she quickly closed her eyes and said indifferently: "Your guests are here, please sit down." ”

In the winter, her room looked clean and tidy, and she was still sitting on a chair twisting Buddhist beads and chanting scriptures, and the Buddha was smoky.

Mrs. Zhao looked at Mrs. Jiang in an apricot yellow down jacket, and felt that she really looked like a master in the world, after all, like them, no one would wear such a good-looking, light-colored cotton clothes, how could they still work if they were dressed like this?

Mrs. Zhao sat down a little stiffly, not knowing what to say.

Xiao Hong spoke to her in a crisp voice: "Grandma Jiang, we're here to tell your fortune." ”

Mrs. Jiang thought in her heart: No, I don't want to receive you at all.

The village and the former village are close to each other, Wu Julan's family went to the town to open a shop to earn money, and Wu Julan's pregnancy soon spread to their village.

At the same time, it also made Mrs. Jiang angry, because Mrs. Zhao also spread out, saying that she was accurate in fortune-telling, and calculated that her daughter-in-law could get pregnant and give birth to a handle.

Jiang Pozi was taken aback, feeling like she was roasted on a fire, so she was even more cautious when someone came to her to tell her fortune.

After all, she knows her own catties, although she can also understand numerology books such as "Ziping Zhenquan", "Destiny", and "Mai Shenxiang", but she has not been able to calculate that Wu Julan can have a son.

So much so that she has been worried in her heart, even if Wu Julan really has a child now, she is worried that someone will not give birth to a son.

So what will she say then?

Say your son's figure-of-eight pattern is suitable for girls?

It's a pity that she can't drive people out, so she can only ask indifferently: "Okay, give me your birthday!" ”

After Mrs. Zhao reported her birthday, she was even more uneasy when she saw that she had been pinching her fingers and reciting words.

After a while, Mrs. Jiang breathed a sigh of relief: "According to your birthday, there are some taboos in your natal year every nine years.

Fortunately, you have noble people around you to help you, but you also have to be cautious, try to avoid verbal disputes, and be open-minded. ”

Mrs. Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, her face was also happy, and she carefully asked about the things that should be paid attention to and what scriptures should be recited.

In this regard, Mrs. Jiang has to answer all questions, and she is not stage frightened at all.

Her originally kind eyebrows and kind eyes, coupled with the gentleness of her voice, make people subconsciously relax when they talk to her.

Xiao Hong sat on the side and listened to their chat, muttering secretly in her heart: It's a pity that she was born in the wrong era, otherwise she must be a very powerful psychiatrist.

Of course, she had only seen a psychiatrist on TV.

Mrs. Zhao asked for about half an hour before she was satisfied to give up her position and let Zhao Feifei sit down.

Zhao Feifei was a little shy, and asked with a twisted face: "I want to count marriage." ”

also reported the birth date he asked from his mother, and wanted to know if the man who came on a blind date with him was suitable for him.

Lady Jiang didn't look at Xiao Hong, she could feel her hot eyes staring at her, she could only pretend to be calm, and after reaching out and pinching her fingers, she said with a kind face: "It is said that you have had peach blossom luck in the past two years, but there is no man's time, and I can't say for sure." ”

"Besides, life is getting thinner and thinner, and the old body thinks you shouldn't come to fortune telling frequently."

If she could, she would really like to set up a piece of wood in front of her house where Xiao Hong and the Xiao family would not enter, but she was really afraid of them.

The more she said this, the more it seemed that she was not here to make money, which made Grandma Zhao and Zhao Feifei feel more and more that she was a master in the world.

They spent almost an hour here before Grandma Zhao got up to say goodbye and asked very carefully: "Jiang Daxian, how much incense money should we keep?" ”

Mrs. Jiang smiled amiably: "Don't dare to be, the old body will be greedy for money, and everyone will leave five yuan." ”

"Hey!" Grandma Zhao had a feeling that she had picked up a big bargain, and she originally thought it would cost at least ten yuan.

When they were about to leave, Mrs. Jiang called out to Xiao Hong: "The little friend who didn't speak, the old woman thinks that you are very imposing, I don't know if I can say a few words to you in private?" ”

Grandma Zhao and Zhao Feifei glanced at Xiao Hong enviously, and obediently followed the middle-aged woman who led them in to the living room to drink tea and eat melon seeds.

Xiao Hong sat in front of Mrs. Jiang again and smiled slyly: "Grandma Happy New Year, do you want to give me a red envelope if you keep me?" ”

Mrs. Jiang really took out a red envelope from her pocket and handed it to her: "Take it." ”

She didn't hide it in front of Xiao Hong, she tried to open her eyes and looked at her inquiringly: "Who are you?" ”

Xiao Hong didn't want her to notice her abnormality.

In fact, she regretted it a long time ago, and in order to be able to stand firm in the Zhao family, she took out the things in her dream and told them.

Now it's really true, which is too shocking.

Fortunately, in order to maintain her own personality, Mrs. Jiang will not demolish herself.

She accompanied Grandma Zhao and them this time, maybe she wanted to wipe her ass for herself.

"I won't hide it from you," this time, Xiao Hong had already thought of a countermeasure to fool her, and said with a serious face: "You also know that I was not from here before, I came here because my grandmother told me before she died, let me come and live with my mother, and said that my mother would have another brother..."

(End of chapter)