Farming: I dressed up as a widow and beat my parents-in-law violently

So Bai Ruixue tentatively asked the man in line.

"Yes, who else can be named besides her? The surname Yan is very rare."

the man replied.

"Opening a restaurant? Didn't you say she just does a small business? Is this a small business?"

Song felt that she had been deceived, and she glared at Bai Ruixue angrily.

"Hahahaha, it's so funny, small business? If Shopkeeper Yan's business is small business, then I have never seen anyone who can afford big business. You don't know, since the first day when Yan's pastry shop opened, I came here and watched Shopkeeper Yan get up. Within a year, she opened a restaurant, renovated the shop, and bought two large houses at the beginning and end of the city. Not only that, Shopkeeper Yan also opened a restaurant in Jiangnan County. We have opened several branches, and it’s no exaggeration to make a fortune every day. Who doesn’t know shopkeeper Yan in Shuangqiao Town? She is a major tax payer in our county, and the county magistrate is very kind to her!"

"Moreover, I heard that the house at the top of the city cost two thousand silver. A friend of mine asked, and that house was sold for two thousand. Look, the two thousand house was bought as soon as it was offered. Shopkeeper Yan had to What would it be like to have money? She also had a relationship with the county magistrate. There were many people in the town who were jealous of her, but they could only hold it in. No one dared to plot against her. Shopkeeper Yan was also on good terms with the county government officials. Who would dare? Making trouble? Haha! The official will come over immediately. In less than a stick of incense, this person will be arrested..."

The man seemed to be telling a story, and the people lining up around him were all listening in rapt attention.

All eyes were on him.

Bai Ruixue was dumbfounded.

what?

A house worth two thousand silver?

Has a branch opened in Jiangnan County?

Is this still the Aunt Yan she knows?

"Mom, I don't know, I thought..."

Bai Ruixue didn't know how to explain.

Although she did deliberately conceal the fact, she never thought that Aunt Yan's business would be so big.

Song's mind was a little confused.

Therefore, she missed out on a daughter-in-law who was extremely rich, and the daughter-in-law's biological mother was related to the county magistrate. If Xiaotian married her, what would her family have to worry about?

Even if you don't take the imperial examination, you can still let your in-laws work for Xiaotian on some small job.

Why marry a farmer's daughter?

Song's eyes were almost red.

Not sad.

I was angry.

She didn't expect that she had half of her foot in the coffin and was being tricked by her daughter-in-law.

"Snapped--"

Mrs. Song didn't suppress her anger and slapped Bai Ruixue hard.

"I'll settle the score with you when we get back. Jiao'er, take her back! I have something to do."

But in an instant, she had an idea. After Jiaoer dragged her daughter-in-law away, she walked to the door of the restaurant.

I met the woman I met at Bai Lizheng's house that day.

If she is said to be a woman, just based on her appearance, some people will believe her if she is said to be his daughter.

Song's stomach was filled with sour water. She was already in her thirties, but she was only a few years older. How could she be so old?

She has to worry about money every day, but the Yan family in front of her is wearing gold and jade. If she sells a few pieces of that jewelry, she can buy her house.

The more he looks at Mr. Song, the more he regrets that he shouldn't have listened to that little bitch Bai Ruixue.

As a result, her precious son lost his golden bump.

Isn't it just a golden pimple?

If you marry the Yan family's daughter, the dowry will be several hundred taels.

Maybe they can even build a few shops, and then just collecting rent will be enough for their family to eat and drink.

Oh, what a huge loss.

Mrs. Song shook her head repeatedly.

This look caught Yan Xia's eyes.

She was busy entertaining guests.

He saw Ms. Song standing at the door of her restaurant, nodding and shaking her head at her, laughing twice from time to time, and then looking sad again.

Like a crazy woman.

I wanted to pretend not to see it.

But Mrs. Song walked up to her and looked at her eagerly, her eyes shining as if she had seen a treasure.

"Shopkeeper Yan? Do you still remember me? That day in Baihua Village..."

"Stop, just tell me if you have something to say, I'm very busy."

Yan Xia interrupted her.

"You also know that I'm not familiar with you. After all, we only met once, so Xiaoxue deceived me. Well, it's fate, but I really don't like this child Xiaoxue. You think, if I let Xiaoxue After God divorces her, wouldn't it be best to marry your daughter again? As you know, my Xiaotian is very talented and a good student. Don't worry, after we get married, you can help introduce him and let him follow. There is a lot of knowledge around the magistrate. When he gets the title, you will be the mother-in-law who can promote people to Jinshi. There is no need to build relationships..."

Yan Xia watched Song's mouth open and close.

She rubbed her ears.

I thought I was hallucinating.

But the voice that came was real after all.

Yan Xia's face darkened.

She had never seen anyone so thick-skinned.

Not caring that the restaurant was full of customers, Yan Xia pointed at her nose and scolded her.

"Shut up your stinky mouth, my son. Is your son Jin Yuanbao? Does everyone like it? Bah! A man who is several years older than my Jin Fudu can't even pass the boy's entrance examination, and he still has delusions. Jinshi? Jinshi? What kind of scholar? It's better to be a pigsty. Being a pig is an insult to a pig. You have a pig's brain for nothing, just like a hemp pole. You don't have two ounces of meat. If you give it to a dog to eat, the dog will find it irritating. Think about it. Who else is worthy of marrying my daughter? Look at the clothes you are wearing. Even the diaper blanket for my dog ​​is better than your clothes. You need money but not money, and you need family tradition but not family tradition. You can marry the most upright person in the village. Girl, you are burning incense. You don’t treat others well and you come here to marry me. Get out of here. You are standing at my door. I feel unlucky. Get out——"

Yan Xia's mouth seemed to be equipped with a speaker.

The sound is huge.

Not only inside the restaurant, but also those lining up outside, those eating on the second floor, and those in the pastry shop opposite all looked here. Some ran down the stairs when they couldn't see it, and some stood on the second floor opposite and leaned over to watch the show.

this moment.

Song's face was severely stepped on by Yan Xia.

Her face turned red, her eyes were as wide as bull's eyes, and her mouth was about to spit fire.

The looks around her made her unsteady and almost collapsed to the ground. But Song, who didn't want to be further embarrassed, could only hold back her anger and point at Yan Xia, "You, you, you--" and kept saying.

Her trembling lips made her voice stutter.

I can't even form a complete sentence.

"What are you doing? Do you want me to see you off? Get out of here and hurry up, or I'll let the waiter carry you away. I don't know where your destination will be by then. It might be to the pig pen with your son." Reunion, or maybe it’s the cesspit in my backyard. It’s lunch time, so I’ll treat you as a casual dinner. You’re welcome—”

Yan Xia is on full fire.

Mrs. Song almost fainted.

But she was afraid that after she fainted, she would really be thrown into a pig pen or a manure pit, so she could only cover her face and leave quickly.

She is such a shrew, she can't argue with a single word.

too frightening.

Song's stubby legs made him run faster and faster.

There was laughter from behind.