Walking into a cesspit, the best evil widow wants to stand up

"Come on, Skinny Boy, sit here with me!" Seeing Skinny Boy come in, Mrs. Dong covered her nose with her hands, moved to the side, raised her smile, and greeted her warmly.

Even though the thin boy was young, he could clearly feel that although Dong had a smile on his face, he seemed to be hostile to him.

But he didn't know where her hostility towards him came from.

The thin boy's guess was correct. Dong's smile was indeed forced. If she really wanted to smile at the thin boy, at least she couldn't do it yet.

I don’t know what kind of cramp my husband had. Seeing how dirty the little beggar was, why did he let him get in the car?

Besides, he was rude to his Hao'er, and now he forced a smile, just for the sake of her husband.

"Come! Sit down quickly." Magistrate Xu said, pointing to the chair cushion.

The thin boy looked at the gorgeous decorations of the carriage, then lowered his head and looked at his own clothes. He suddenly became embarrassed and said in a restrained manner: "I'm so dirty, why don't I sit outside and save your carriage from being dirty?" .”

Hearing what he said made Mrs. Dong look at him with admiration. She didn't expect that this little beggar had some self-awareness.

"I asked you to sit down, so just sit down. The mountain road will be difficult to walk later, so don't fall." Magistrate Xu said with a frown.

The thin boy still refused to sit down, and Magistrate Xu had no choice but to cast a questioning look at Mr. Dong.

"lady……"

Mrs. Dong looked around and saw that there was nothing that could be used as a cushion in the carriage. There is only one calligraphy and painting, which is a congratulatory gift from the master to Mrs. Shen.

Otherwise, she only has the handkerchief in her hand. If she chooses the same thing, Dong would rather that her handkerchief is dirty and throw it away at worst.

Mrs. Dong spread her handkerchief on the chair cushion and patted it: "Skinny boy, come here and sit down."

Seeing Mrs. Dong spread the handkerchief on the chair cushion, the thin boy stopped refusing and sat down.

……

Kaoshan Village was very lively at this time. The door of Shen Ping's new house was open, and there was a constant stream of people coming and going. Villagers from each household arrived one after another with tables.

In the open space in front of the house, there were more than thirty tables, some old and new, and the scene was quite spectacular. Many villagers also joined in to help.

Many villagers helped carry water and wash vegetables, but Shen Ping did not refuse. No matter what era it was, most villagers helped each other when setting up banquets in rural areas, so that they could have a sense of participation and lively.

Shen Ping put on light makeup today. Under her tall nose, her big almond eyes were like clear springs. She recently tried to use some egg whites and flour to make a facial mask.

Perhaps due to the use of skin care products, my skin is as delicate as an egg with its shell removed.

She had a cloud-chasing bun on her head, a sterling silver hairpin inserted into the bun, and a lavender glazed satin skirt, which made her look elegant and generous.

After this period of diet control, her weight is now controlled at about 120 pounds. He is 120 meters tall and weighs pounds, which is considered a standard weight.

Shen Ping stood at the gate to greet guests. When she went there, she attracted a lot of attention. The villagers were surprised to find that the current Da Chun Niang had really changed.

Not only did she lose weight, but she also became more beautiful, she also gave up gambling, and her ability to make money became even greater. In just a few months, she actually built several large houses, which has to be admired.

Although no gift money was accepted and everyone was treated to a free meal, some villagers not only brought their own tables but also brought some home-made food, such as wild vegetables, herbs and eggs.

In these famine years, these are the things that protect one's life. Those who can take out these things are those who are willing to give them up after careful consideration.

After all, it is very difficult to find some food now. These are kind-hearted people who want to eat others but are short-handed.

No matter how rich others are, it still belongs to them. Taking some things for yourself is equivalent to exchanging things for things, and you can feel more balanced.

Looking at the pile of things, Shen Ping had a headache. She was not short of food now, and the villagers were wasting these wild vegetables for themselves.

What's more, there is famine and drought now. What should we do with these things later?

Fortunately, she had already prevented this trick, and asked Wu Chun to keep track of the accounts. Remember whoever brought what, and let them take it back when they left.

"Da Chun Niang, congratulations! You have built these big houses, and now you are a famous figure in our village."

A voice brought Shen Ping back from her thoughts. Shen Ping took a closer look and saw that it was the village chief He Guang who brought two tables with his family.

Today's big spring girl was so beautiful that He Guang couldn't take his eyes away. He couldn't help but secretly thought, why is this big spring girl getting younger and prettier as she lives longer?

He turned around and looked at his daughter-in-law, Mrs. Xiao. She was tall and strong, like a man, with a sallow complexion. She was really incomparable to this young lady.

"Village Chief, why are you here so late? I just said why I haven't seen you yet, please come in quickly!" Shen Ping stretched out her hand to signal, and then said to Sanchun aside: "Sanchun, please take the village chief over and sit down. "

"You damn old man, what are you looking at!" Seeing her old man unable to move his eyes when seeing Da Chun Niang, Mrs. Xiao cursed him a thousand times in her heart.

But she was angry in her heart but didn't show it on her face. Mrs. Xiao took an old hen and said with a smile: "Big Chun Niang, I don't have anything else to give as a gift. This hen is the only one I can give to the family. I hope you don't dislike it." He handed the old hen to Shen Ping.

Shen Ping's eyes lit up, this reed chicken is so good! The coat color is clear, the comb on the top of the head is as bright as blood, and the meat is firm. If it is used to make salt-baked old hen, it will be chewy.

I have to say that the village chief was still willing to bring all the old hens from home. I must have had many quarrels with my old sister-in-law.

Thinking of this, Shen Ping wanted to make a joke for Xiao and test it out.

Shen Ping didn't refuse this time, and took the old hen directly from Xiao's hand, weighed it, and her face was filled with surprise.

Mrs. Xiao originally thought Shen Ping would be polite, but Shen Ping took the old hen directly from her hand. The smile on her face suddenly stiffened and her hands froze in mid-air.

His mouth twitched, and he cursed He Guang a thousand times in his heart: "Damn old man, this is the only old hen left in the house, and I want to bring it here. Now it's better, the hair is gone."

Shen Pingke saw the expression on Mr. Xiao's face and laughed a little secretly, saying: "This old hen is great! Whether it is making soup or salt-baked chicken, it is a good ingredient.

Sister-in-law Xiao, you are too polite. I even said you don’t need to be polite and just carry the table to eat. But since you are so thoughtful, I won’t be polite! Thank you, Sister-in-law Xiao. "

"Sanchun, come here!" Shen Ping waved to Sanchun who was not far away.

"Come on, Sanchun, put this old hen in our chicken coop." After saying that, Shen Ping handed the old hen to Sanchun.