The Peasant Girl’s Concubine’s Name Moves the World

Looking at her daughter, Wang's hair was half white in her thirties, and she looked almost like her, and she felt sad for a while: "Take it! There are many of these things in the house, and they were given by others. Recently, my mother's eyes have Nothing better? Has Huanhong been drinking yet?"

"It's all good. My mother-in-law's eyes don't hurt anymore, so I don't need to see the doctor. But my ears may be too old to hear. My husband has stopped drinking. For the past six months, he has gone out every day to find a job, and his mother doesn't need to. Worry."

Wang Shi was relieved to hear this: "That's good!"

But Nuan found that the little aunt lowered her head when she said this, and the fingers behind her moved uneasily.

"It's getting late! I won't leave you anymore, go home quickly. Your mother-in-law wants you to go back and take care of it! Take this money, buy something to make up your body, and get pregnant as soon as possible. Don't save it, relax your mind , the child is here. The more anxious you are for this child, the more he won't come!"

She thought that her daughter was sad because she had not given birth to a child for so many years.

"I know. I don't want this thing. The family has only received food. There are many things to eat!"

Wen Nuan stepped forward to grab my sister-in-law's hand, trying to give her a pulse.

As soon as the warm hand touched Wen Jiamei's hand, Wen Jiamei quickly shrank away and took a few steps back: "Sister Nuan, it's getting dark, I have to go home. My aunt will see you again during the New Year.

"Mother, fourth brother, sister-in-law, I'm going home!"

Seeing this, Nuan didn't come forward anymore, she thought about it and said, "Father, take my aunt home!"

Wen Jiarui nodded. He was also planning to do so. He took the bag and put it on his back: "Little sister, let's go! I'll take it off for you."

Wen Jiamei was startled and waved her hands hastily: "No, no!"

Wang Shi pretended to be angry: "What are you polite? Hurry up! It's not safe for you to walk alone at night. It's faster to rent a carriage to go back."

Wen Jiamei married in the second town, which was farther away.

Everyone is persuading.

Wen Jiamei couldn't resist, so she could only agree.

Wen Nuan couldn't help but whispered a few words in Wen Jiarui's ear.

Wen Jiarui's face sank, nodded, and took Wen Jiamei to rent a carriage.

The warm family also went to the village.

"Second sister, is Wen Wan from Jiao Lefang?" Wen Nuan couldn't help asking when she thought that Wen Wan had composed a famous song to be eligible to participate in the Qianqiu Banquet.

Warm can not find too many tender memories from the memory of the original owner.

Because Wen Wan seldom goes back to the village, only when the Chinese New Year and Mr. Wen and Zhu's birthday are. At these times, the weather is very cold, and it is when the original owner is in the worst health and is sick in bed all day, so there is not much contact.

The original owner only felt that she was gentle and graceful, and she was gentle and polite to everyone.

Wen Yu always looked like her nostrils were turned upside down because she disliked her speech, so the original owner had a deep impression on Wen Yu.

Today, it seems that this gentleness is probably the deepest in the city.

Wenxin shook her head: "No, but it seems that she has worshipped an adult from Jiao Lefang as her teacher."

Nuan understood, she pinched her brows.

Seeing this, Wenxin looked nervous: "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"

Wen Nuan shook his head: "It's okay. It's a bit like shooting yourself in the foot."

I won't sell music to make money in the future.

Warm: "??"

what with what?

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It was getting dark, and every household in the village turned off the lights and went to sleep, and Wen Jiarui returned home.

He came back to town in a carriage and walked back.

It was too late, and the coachman did not want to enter the village again.

Nuan Nuan was painting when he heard the sound, and went out, worried that Wang would be worried when he heard it, and asked in a low voice, "Dad, how did the aunt's hand hurt, did you ask?"

"When the farming was busy, I borrowed someone else's ox cart to pull grain home. The ox was out of control and was hit by its horns. She stretched out her hand to block the injury. There is nothing wrong with my mother and your little uncle, sister Nuan. Don't think too much, their family's character is still good. It's also good for your aunt! I'll take your aunt back, it's already dark, and my mother didn't show your aunt's face, and even kept the meal! Your little uncle is even more so! Work until dark and come back, cook and eat by yourself, and don't lose face.

Your little uncle used to drink heavily when he was hit, but he never hit anyone. Now I see that he is in good spirits, and he should be reinvigorated. I also waited for your sister-in-law to enter the house as you said before entering the house. "

Wen Nuan listened and nodded, thoughtfully, could it be her illusion?

From the memory of the original owner, the impression of the little uncle is indeed good.

He is quite handsome. He used to be a businessman, but he was deceived. He bought a batch of fake products and lost all the money in the family.

So what is the little girl afraid of?

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And in Wen Jiarui's mouth, the little uncle, who had a good character, was sitting by the bed at the moment, drinking with a jug while enjoying Wen Jiamei washing his feet.

Wen Jiamei, because she rarely saw her family today, was distracted for a while, and her subordinates' movements unconsciously became a little stronger.

He Huanhong was in pain, kicked her in the face, and knocked her down: "Bitch, do you want to break my bones? If you don't give birth, don't even know how to wait for your husband? Rude is vulgar, wash up No feet, why would I marry you!"

Wen Jiamei was in pain, she regained her senses, wiped the foot wash on her face with her sleeve, and quickly crawled over: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I lost my mind for a while. I won't do it this time!"

"Wandering? Who are you thinking of? Are you thinking of some stinky man? I'm so kind to you! You haven't even given birth to an egg for me for so many years, and I haven't married a flat wife like your father did! How dare you think of a wild man?"

Wen Jiamei shook her head: "No, I'm just wondering if my brother is home."

"I miss your brother? Why, you want to press Wen Jiarui over me? Do you think Lao Tzu will be afraid of him?! You let him come! You won't be hit with the roof for three days!" The kick hit Wen Jiamei.

In the past, when He Huanhong was drinking heavily all day, Wen Jiarui came to beat him, wanting him to sober up and cheer up.

But sober is not sober, but it makes him hate it!

Every time I get drunk, I take out Wen Jiamei!

"You let him come, I fight him! Let's see who can win! You let him come! Let him come! Let him beat me!"

One foot after another fell on her like raindrops, fast and powerful.

Wen Jiamei ran out in pain.

"Bitch, where do you want to run? Do you want to find a wild man? What? I still can't satisfy you?" He grabbed Wen Jiamei's clothes and threw her on the bed, ignoring her resistance.

In another room, Mrs Jiang heard the movement and shook her head and ignored it.

She quietly got out of bed, flipped through the basket that Wen Jiarui had left behind, and saw the exquisite fabric, her eyes lit up!

She opened the gift boxes again, looked at them, and put them away one by one, as if no one had touched them.

This looks like what the eyes can't see!

The third one~~

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