No one knows what Old Madam Zhou thinks, if Yuan Zhao knows, I'm afraid she will come more often.

Therefore, even if Mrs. Zhou was unwilling, Yuan Zhao still appeared in front of her.

"Grandmother."

"When I got home, I heard that my grandmother was sick, and my grandmother is better now?"

Yuan Zhao asked with concern.

When Mrs. Zhou saw her like this, she was angry in her heart.

Now, they already know what kind of people they are, but they haven't torn their faces yet.

"It's better."

Old Mrs. Zhou really didn't have the energy to Yuan Zhao now, so she wanted to send Yuan Zhao away after a few casual words, but Yuan Zhao was not as she wanted, and kept sitting there talking to her.

In the end, a good mountain ginseng was also given.

Seeing that mountain ginseng, Mrs. Zhou's eyelids jumped, the quality of this mountain ginseng was very good at a glance, she didn't believe that Yuan Zhao would have such a good heart.

Thinking of the pit that Yuan Zhao dug for Zhou's mother before, Mrs. Zhou's eyelids jumped even more.

She refused several times, but Yuan Zhao insisted on giving it.

"Grandmother is old and needs it more than us, so it's better for grandmother to keep it to make up for her body."

"Grandmother has a good rest, granddaughter-in-law has retired first, and I will come to see you tomorrow."

After speaking, without giving Old Madam Zhou a chance to speak again, Yuan Zhao took someone and left first.

After she left, the maid beside Mrs. Zhou couldn't help but ask:

"Old lady, what should I do with this mountain ginseng?"

"Does it work?"

Old Madam Zhou glanced at it and said:

"Let's keep it for now."

Yuan Zhao wouldn't be so stupid to play any tricks on mountain ginseng, and she couldn't think of the reason why Yuan Zhao did it for the time being.

Soon she knew, though.

On the same day, Yuan Zhao went to the old lady's courtyard to accompany the old lady for more than an hour, and when he left, he also gave the old lady a high-quality mountain ginseng, and the news instantly spread throughout the entire Hou Mansion.

The second and third rooms didn't believe the old lady's words before, and Yuan Zhao's move confirmed their guess even more.

The most important thing is that the second day is the time when the monthly silver is issued, and everyone's monthly silver is less.

The people in the second and third rooms were naturally unhappy, and they made trouble with Yuan Zhao at the moment.

Yuan Zhao directly put out the accounts of Gongzhong, and there was only that bit of silver on the books of Gongzhong.

"Now my grandmother is not in good health, and she needs silver to consult the doctor and take medicine."

"Grandmother comes first."

What Yuan Zhao said was reasonable, even if the second and third rooms were uncomfortable, they didn't dare to show it, after all, if they accidentally spread it and were charged with a big unfilial piety, then everything would be over.

However, no one wanted their monthly money to be less, so they naturally credited this account to Mrs. Zhou.

When the news reached Mrs. Zhou's ears, her eyes were dark, and she almost fainted again.

She said how could Yuan Zhao be so kind, it turned out that he was waiting for her here.

She took a deep breath and waited until she had calmed down before she asked:

"Go and ask the Hou Mansion and the young master to come over."

She finally understood Yuan Zhao's thoughts now, and she couldn't let her continue like this.

But she didn't know that it was too late.

The words she said to the second and third rooms before had reached the ears of Father Zhou and Zhou Shiyuan, and now they were disgusted with her.

She waited left and right, but all she was waiting for was the news that Hou Ye was unwell and had rested.

As for Zhou Shiyuan's side, he directly said that Wen Shu rejected her.

Mrs. Zhou, who got the news, almost fainted angrily when she heard the news.

When Linglong told Yuan Zhao about these things, she couldn't help but sigh:

"They're really ruthless."

"Their family is cold."

Yuan Zhao snorted coldly.

If it weren't for the fact that Mrs. Zhou's death would be filial piety for three years, which would affect their few remaining careers, the father and son of the Zhou family would never care about Mrs. Zhou anymore.

"Miss, what are we going to do next?"