Traveling through the 60s, an interstellar woman makes a fortune by selling men

But Mr. Yuan, the feeling is not so good.

Early that morning, the old friend held an enamel jar in his hand and said, "Old Yuan, you can't be too stingy with children. No matter you like it or not, treating them equally is the way to peace."

Those words were sincere and sincere, and those who didn't know it thought he was their old father.

"Lao Fang, what did you say? Are you saying that I am partial?" Mr. Yuan couldn't believe it. He has been an old man for many years. Lao Fang doesn't know or understand his own temperament?

"No," Lao Fang waved his hand, "I am reminding you that for your own good, the family will be harmonious and prosperous for a long time. If relatives and friends are not in harmony, the family will be in chaos. I am afraid that you will not be safe in the future."

The old man rolled up his sleeves and said, "Early in the morning, Wen Zouzou recited a bunch of words. I didn't understand a single word. I had a headache. It would be better to have a fight. It would be more satisfying."

Mr. Fang took a step back, "Don't, you are so old, don't break your old bones, it will be embarrassing."

Mr. Fang prides himself on being a cultured person, so he doesn't do such rough things.

how old?

The old man who only reached the [-]th mark this year expressed his dissatisfaction. He is still old and strong, so how can he say he is old?

Mr. Qi also strolled over, "Old Yuan, girls need to be rich and well-off. Isn't it for the sake of future generations that we are fighting like bullets?"

"What are you talking about? Can you explain it more clearly?" Mr. Yuan was confused. What happened? Why didn't he hear anything?

"Talk about your granddaughter, your granddaughter, there's big news." Mr. Cai had a pen stuck in his chest, and he was full of literary and artistic atmosphere. Only inadvertently, the sharpness of his brows and eyes would be revealed.

"What big news is worthy of your ridicule on me early in the morning?" Mr. Yuan asked to get to the bottom of it.

"Hey, you didn't know?" Mr. Fang was very surprised, looking at the strange expression, he was very surprised.

"What should I know?" Mr. Yuan was also surprised. What big news was kept from him.

"Your family is too harsh on your granddaughter. It makes the child unable to eat enough. She has to earn money to buy food at a young age." Mr. Qi talked about this matter with a good show. You know, what I heard last night When I heard this news, I was so shocked that I didn't close my mouth for a long time.

"Also, let the children dig out scrap metal and make a living by picking up rags on the street." Cai Lao half sympathized with the children and half sarcastically mocked the old man for being so energetic, energetic, and Mr. Cai is the rarest of capable children. He can't wait to take them home and change his surname to Cai.

"Also, also, let a girl go to blacksmithing. Even if she wants a recently popular bicycle, she can only find a way to build one by herself." This is the old man Qi who reversed the order of time.

"I know too," another old face came around with a gossipy look on his face, "It's so hard to let the little girl have to make money and spend it by herself..." But, Mr. Zhang, can you put some of the jealousy on your face back?

This shows the horror of rumors, which can turn a normal thing into something completely different.

This is all nonsense. Mr. Yuan was so speechless by the old guys that he couldn't say a word.

My mind was spinning wildly, taking in the information in what they were saying.

Granddaughter, that’s Weiwei’s business. Does this mean we didn’t give Weiwei any money? Weiwei is short of money? impossible.

The old man couldn't sit still anymore and walked out with a sullen face. During this period, he received waves of interested and inquisitive looks.

Unfortunately, he was called to the office by the old chief in the middle of the journey and he finally figured out the truth of the matter.

Mr. Yuan: ...This generation of granddaughters is more difficult to raise than grandsons, and I am very worried.

The old chief was still chattering, "Although the law will not punish everyone this time, there will never be a next time. Of course, if we exchange for daily necessities, it will still be fine."

He patted the elder Yuan on the shoulder and said, "Of course, you should give it to your children, just to see if they can force you to do it." This was the time to finish talking about business and chat about private matters.

The old man’s face was like a neon light, changing constantly.

I really had no shame in staying, so I had to leave the office first to avoid being ridiculed and ridiculed again. This feeling was so uncomfortable.

I thought about going to Wei Wei to find out the real situation, but found that I didn't even know where Wei Wei currently lived. It was all his fault that he was too stubborn, and that his granddaughter was too stubborn. As a family, we couldn't sit down and talk about anything, and it had to be so tense. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so angry that he didn't even want to know where his granddaughter would live.

I stood on the street and thought for a while, then walked to my daughter's school. This can't be wrong, right?

I heard that my wife asked my daughter to arrange a school for her granddaughter, and my daughter would definitely arrange a school for her to teach in. The elder Yuan could still think of this.

Here, Mr. Yuan is waiting, but Wei Wei is not clear about that. She is being called to the office by Aunt Yuan Luan to criticize her.

Aunt Yuan Luan shook the homework loudly, "Who are you fooling? Look at this homework, three types of homework, three different handwritings, tell me, who is the gunman?"

Wei Wei looked at the homework that was slapped in his face, reached out and pulled it over, glanced at the 'masterpieces' of several different people in the homework, and secretly grinded his teeth.

They all said they should take turns, but who told them to each take a portion? Now it’s okay, I’ve been caught.

With Yuan Luan's dark face and small mouth, he betrayed Sun Liming and the three of them without any psychological pressure. Who made them stupid?

"Is it the three of them?" Yuan Luan frowned and took out Sun Liming's homework from the table.

After a comparison, well, it turns out that Sun Liming is working as a gunman for Wei Wei, but he still knows how to write well.

When it was his turn, he just made random gestures, and the handwriting was terrible.

Yuan Luan resisted the urge to tear up the notebook and continued to ask: "Why do you ask them to be your shooter? Don't you know that you have to do your homework yourself?"

"They insisted on giving me homework and refused to let them do it. They were so anxious that they almost cried. They were crying and begging me to let them do their homework." When Wei Wei said this, his face did not turn red and his heart did not beat. That was called a Sincere and sincere.

"Really?" Yuan Luan tilted his head, looking a little cute, "Will there be such a thing again?" If you don't do your own homework well, you only want to do other people's homework well? Only seen in my life.

"Well," Wei Wei nodded heavily, not afraid at all that Yuan Luan would call someone to confront them, "I really can't do anything with them. I have to do my homework. I can't help it. I can't watch them cry all the time. Of course I have to do good things and achieve perfection. It's them."

Is that so? Yuan Luan asked Wei Wei to return to the classroom with some doubts, and asked Wei Wei to call three gunmen to come over and respond.

Wei Wei suppressed a smile, what is this called? After giving her time to make confessions, Aunt Yuan Luan was still too naive.

Chongshan Ruliu called the three of them to the office. Wei Wei stared at the three of them with a half-smile but not a smile, "You are crying to death to give me homework. There is really nothing you can do. I told you that the teacher would find out."

When did we cry to death to help you with your homework? It wasn't you who forced us...

Um, teacher... The expressions of the three young men tightened, and in the face of Wei Wei's smiling and threatening face, they grimaced and showed stiff smiles.

It’s over, the teacher discovered it...

Yuan Luan only believed half of Wei Wei's statement, but...

"Teacher Yuan, I am the one who insists on doing the homework. The notebooks are so expensive. You usually assign too few homework, and the writing is not satisfactory at all." Chu Yuntian smiled, without any ambiguity, as if Wei Wei had told them Before returning to Teacher Yuan's words, it seemed that he had never said any threatening words, everything came from the sincerity.

Sun Liming and Sun Zhuoyang swallowed secretly. He is such a ruthless person. He can explain all these reasons.

However, facing Yuan Luan's questioning gaze, he nodded bravely and agreed with Chu Yuntian's words: "Yes, I wanted to practice my bad calligraphy, but I was not willing to spend money to buy a notebook, so I took my sister's to write in. ." Sun Liming was quite quick-witted, and the reason he found in a hurry sounded quite similar at first glance.

At least Yuan Luan didn't become suspicious and just thought Sun Liming wanted to save money to buy snacks.

"Yes, I want to write more and practice good calligraphy." Sun Zhuoyang followed Sun Liming's words. He did not dare to follow Chu Yuntian's words. What if Teacher Yiyuan took it seriously and really gave him more homework in the future? ?

Are these three people in front of me a ghost? I've never seen someone shirk responsibility, but this is the first time I've seen someone trying desperately to take responsibility for himself.