Spatial System: Make money by dressing like a superb mother-in-law

Tan Zhengran greeted the person who asked her to write with the best attitude.

1000 taels for a pair, anyone can serve like a grandpa.

She writes ten copies a day, which costs 30 taels of silver a month.

Tan Zhengran was lying on the bed counting the 1000 taels of banknotes, with a constant smile on his lips.

She put the banknotes into the system, together with the wooden boxes containing the banknotes, house deeds, and shop deeds, so that she would not have to worry about being burglarized at home.

Writing is more profitable than doing business. The most important thing is to get in touch with all kinds of rich people.

Tan Zhengran has different tactics for dealing with different people. She is sure that they will come and leave with a smile, and she will not be polite if they come here to make trouble.

If she submits to them timidly, it will only make them gain an inch.

Tan Zhengran said a few more words to the son of Meng Dacong Academy, and when Mu Yanqing, who came to deliver her meals, saw her, his brows were deeply frowned.

He stayed where he was until the man left, letting his guard down.

"Sister Tan is really charming." Mu Yanqing said jealously.

"Sister Tan is not very attractive, why did you fall for me?" Tan Zhengran pinched Mu Yanqing's chin with his right hand, and slid the fingers of his left hand over Mu Yanqing's lips.

Mu Yanqing swallowed, staring at Tan Zhengran intently.

The eyes are gradually blurred, with seductive desire.

Tan Zhengran withdrew his hand, turned around and entered the room gracefully, leaving Mu Yanqing helplessly following her pace.

Sister Tan blamed the tormentor, and Mu Yanqing took out the chicken soup he cooked himself from the food box, as well as a plate of roasted rabbits.

Tan Zhengran tasted the roasted rabbit, and the taste was familiar, as if he had eaten the chef's handiwork of the branch of Huakaifugui Restaurant in the town several times before.

"Did you bring Chef Li and the others?" Tan Zhengran asked while chewing on the rabbit's head.

"Well, I traded with the shopkeeper of the Huakai Fugui restaurant branch in the county government. His request was to let him go to the town, and he had to take away his original staff in the back kitchen.

It just so happens that I am more assured of the cooking skills of the chefs under my command. After reporting to the son, I will bring them all over. "Mu Yanqing answered truthfully.

"It's good, Xiaotou is still young, you can't let him be the second child for the rest of your life, can you?"

"No, I have recently considered asking him to worship Chef Li as his teacher." Mu Yanqing accepted the hint from Tan Zhengran.

Tan Zhengran continued to eat rabbit meat contentedly, and did not forget to ask Mu Yanqing to have dinner at home in the evening.

After Tan Zhengran ate up the small bowl of chicken soup and a plate of roasted rabbit that Mu Yanqing brought, he went to the kitchen to chop stuffing and make dumplings.

Lin Donghua rolled out the dough, and she and Han Manju made dumplings.

After making the dumplings, Han Manju's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law peeled the potatoes one by one and cut the potatoes into pieces by the other.

Tan Zhengran cut the beef into pieces and started to stew the beef.

After the beef was stewed, the three Meng Dashan families met.

They talked and laughed, went into the kitchen to wash their hands, and sat around the table in the kitchen.

One by one, they ate dumplings and reported the recent earnings of their respective shops, the people and things they encountered, and how to resolve the crisis.

Meng Dashan was so excited about what he was talking about, he was so absorbed in it that he forgot to eat.

"Mom, I want to shave off my beard." Meng Dashan picked up a piece of beef and said.

"scrape?"

"Well, growing a beard makes me look too old." Meng Dashan felt very uncomfortable when he saw a man strike up a conversation with his wife several times.

He made up his mind to pick up the beard, so that the group of men would have self-knowledge.

"Have you figured it out? Men can't cut their beards easily." Tan Zhengran confirmed again.

Meng Dashan made up his mind and said: "Think about it, growing a beard hinders my appearance.

I see that those girls who have not left the cabinet all go to the third brother's shop because the third brother is handsome.

If I had cut my beard, maybe I could get a few more guests. "

The most important thing is to scare away those who beat his wife to rest.

Ever since the life at home has improved, Wang Juduo has been applying face and hand creams and rouge powder every day.

Not only did his skin become smoother and firmer, he also became much younger. He was under pressure, otherwise he wouldn't have quietly bought face and hand balms.

The lady found out that he used it secretly, and laughed at him with Xiaoya and Xiaoru sisters.

Tan Zhengran saw through Meng Dashan's small thoughts at a glance. He was willing to cut it himself, so how could he force it?

With her tacit consent, Meng Dashan boldly cut off his beard, and before cutting it, he burned paper in the courtyard to ask the original owner's opinion.

The original owner, who was making a fuss with his own wife, put on his pants angrily.

He was sitting at the entrance of the grave, and the original owner advised him to relax, at least he had money to spend.

The good thing was disturbed, the original owner was upset, and reported to him about the big things about cutting his beard.

He is dead, resting in the earth, dwelling in the grave.

Harassing him twice in three days, isn't it too much?

Meng Dashan didn't know that he annoyed him and became his father who fooled around, so he continued to tell.

The original owner, Xianggong, was upset when he heard this, and really wanted to turn into a whirlwind and beat Meng Dashan up.

Reason told him that this was not a village and would attract people's attention.

Brat, he quite understands Tan Zhengran's difficulties.

With three uneasy sons in the family, it's no wonder that the lady has become a shrew.

If it was him, he was also irritable.

Meng Dashan's filial piety, to be honest, it doesn't matter.

Whose filial son brought his titular love rival to his grave?

Grinning his big teeth and introducing him cheerfully in front of him, do you really think he has a good temper?

The original master wanted to kick Meng Dashan twice, but after thinking about it, forget it.

Even if Meng Dashan had a heart, he did not forget to ask the county government's land public grandma to help him turn around when he burned the paper.

It would be best if you don't help him turn this horrible picture around.

"Master, don't you need to report to your father when you cut your hair? Once your father dies, he won't be able to give you any advice.

Our mother has the final say, mother will not harm us, just listen to mother. "Wang Juduo took out a piece of clothing and put it on Meng Dashan.

"Yes, I listen to my wife.

My father is dead, so it's useless to tell him, and it's a waste of my paper money. "Meng Dashan lost the paper money and went into the house with Wang Juduo.

The original owner laughed angrily, and immediately decided to scare Meng Dashan in his sleep at night.

The next day, Meng Dashan looked for Tan Zhengran by staring at the two panda eyes.

Tan Zhengran pointed at Meng Dashan's panda eyes, "Dashan, you should take it easy, you don't need to use so much force when you are in a hurry to have a son."

"Mom, I was scared by dad.

Dad doesn't know what's going on, as long as I fall asleep and appears in my dream to scare me, how dare I close my eyes and fall asleep. "Meng Dashan yawned.

Tan Zhengran staggered, sat on the chair and said, "You won't say anything to anger your father, will you?"

She didn't want to see the original owner in broad daylight!

Although he looks handsome, he is a ghost!

Who is a good person who wants to see ghosts if he has nothing to do?

"No, I didn't tell dad anything, who knows why dad is crazy?" Meng Dashan didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said to his dad, so naturally he didn't admit it.

"Go home and burn some paper in the courtyard. Maybe your father is short of money, so I blame you for not giving it to him." Tan Zhengran said perfunctorily.

Doesn't Meng Dashan's back feel cold when he mentioned the original owner?

Why does she have a cool breeze and cold sweat on her face?

"Is my father short of money? He shouldn't have three wives and four concubines underground, right?"