A car accident, our family of three crossed

Song Ning couldn't help but laugh and said, "Being a mistress makes you feel superior."

"What do you mean?" Zhang Cuiju and Hang's mother didn't understand, but they could tell that it was definitely not a good thing.

Song Ning didn't have the time to explain the term "mistress" to them, but she gave them some face and asked, "I wonder which family's concubine she is from?"

When she asked this question, Zhang Cuiju seemed to regain a bit of pride. She raised her chin but did not rush to answer. She was waiting for Hang's mother to speak for her.

Fortunately, Hang's mother did not let her down, and hurriedly said: "You don't know yet, right? Cui Ju is now the concubine of the eldest son of the Wan family in the county. Does the Wan family know? They are one of the richest families in the city." After saying this, she suddenly remembered that Manager Wan had looked for Hang Shuheng before, so she stopped talking.

“It turned out to be the Wan family.”

Hang Shuheng and Song Ning looked at each other. Manager Wan had come here not long ago, and now the aunt of the eldest son of the Wan family has come. It seems that the purpose of Zhang Cuiju's visit is not just to show off, but she probably came for the drawings as well.

However, let's not talk about whether there are drawings or not. Even if there are, why do they think that Zhang Cuiju can make things happen? Zhang Cuiju must not have told her sponsor that her relationship with Hang Shuheng and Song Ning is not good!

"Congratulations, your dream of becoming a concubine has finally come true." Song Ning said sarcastically, not wanting to play with them, "I won't disturb you aunt and nephew to reminisce about the past. Excuse me."

"Wait a minute." Zhang Cuiju didn't expect that even though her status was different now, Song Ning still looked down on her. She couldn't hold it in any longer and stopped Song Ning who was about to leave and said, "Song Ning, you are just the daughter of a poor scholar. What's so noble about you?"

Song Ning stopped walking and said, "You think too much. I'm not interested in competing with a mistress."

Mistress, another mistress, what does this mistress mean? Looking at Song Ning's back as she left, Zhang Cuiju gritted her teeth secretly, the handkerchief in her hand was almost twisted into a knot, and she didn't want to stay here any longer.

After leaving the Hang family, she did not leave in a hurry. Instead, she went to the village to look for those young wives who were on good terms with her. She found them in the place where they used to gather together and gossip.

She came on foot, and as she got closer, several young wives spotted her, "Oh, sister Cui Ju is here!" Several of them came forward and surrounded her to talk.

"My sisters-in-law, we didn't have a good chat just now. I just came out from my aunt's house, and I wanted to come and talk to you before going back." Zhang Cuiju acted in a high-handed manner and was surrounded by several people and sat in the center.

"Girl, what kind of incense are you wearing? It smells so good!"

"Yes! We can smell the fragrance even when you come over from far away."

The flattery of several people greatly satisfied Zhang Cuiju's vanity, and she thought in her heart that Song Ning did not know the value of things.

"Actually, it's the incense that city people like to use. I happened to bring some to give to my sisters-in-law." She came prepared this time. She took out a few sachets from her sleeve pocket and handed them to several people.

Several people were flattered to receive the sachets, and repeatedly touched, looked at, and smelled them, but they were still a little uncertain and asked: "Is this really for us?"

"Of course it's a gift for you, take it well!" It wasn't a valuable thing in the first place, but Zhang Cuiju was still happy to give it to others to win their hearts.

"Oh, sister Aster, you are so generous, you are my real sister!"

"As long as the sisters-in-law like it."

"Why call me sister-in-law? From now on, you are my real sister. Call me sister to be closer."

"Yes, from now on I will call you sisters."

"That's pretty much it."

After chatting for a while, someone suddenly remembered to ask about Zhang Cuiju's current identity.

"Sister, which master are you following now?"

Finally someone asked about it, Zhang Cuiju smiled and said, "To be honest, sister, I am now with the eldest young master of the Wan family."

"The Wan family? Is that the very wealthy Wan family in the county?"

"Yes." Zhang Cuiju nodded proudly.

When the young wives got the correct answer, they were immediately excited and applauded Zhang Cuiju for her good luck.

One of them said bluntly, "It's a pity that you didn't really become a concubine to Hang Shuheng. If you ask me, you are now with the eldest young master of the Wan family, which is ten thousand times better than being with that scholar."

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward. The people next to them pulled the young wife who was speaking, saying that she was really tactless and was just bringing up something that was not related to the topic.

The young wife also realized that she had said the wrong thing, and quickly slapped herself on the mouth twice, "You see, I have a careless mouth. Don't take it to heart, sister. I am really happy for you. What I said just now was just bullshit." After saying that, she spat on the ground twice.

"Sister, you're overthinking it. I never wanted to be my cousin's concubine. It was my aunt who framed me." Zhang Cuiju said, pretending to be hurt.

"Yes, yes, we definitely believe you. Everyone knows what kind of person your aunt is! You were wronged in the beginning, too."

Speaking of Hang's mother, they talked about everything that had happened in the village recently. When it came to the matter of He Dazhu and his wife stealing the chair, they couldn't help but despise her. Fortunately, she was not here at the moment.

After He Dazhu and his wife were locked up in the ancestral hall, Hangmu started to make a fuss. In short, there was a lot of excitement in this village every day. Finally, when they talked about Hang Shuheng's plan to open a workshop, they couldn't help but yearn for it. If their men could get a job in the workshop at that time, they could also have some income.

Zhang Cuiju didn't expect to hear such big news. She only knew that Hang Shuheng might have the secret book, but she didn't know that he was planning to open a workshop. No wonder he was unwilling to sell the secret book when Manager Wan came to him.

Thinking of this, I wanted to go back quickly to tell Wan Baolu the news, so I stood up and said goodbye to a few people: "I have been out for a while, and it is time to go back to the city. Sisters, let's get together next time!"

"Girl, are you leaving now?"

"Yes, I've been out for a long time. The young master will be unhappy if he can't see me." She said shyly.

Several people understood and laughed, "Sister, you are really favored. You have only been out for a short while, but the young master is reluctant to let you go. You must seize the opportunity!"

"Sisters won't keep you any longer, go back quickly!"

After Zhang Cuiju said goodbye with a smile, she turned around and the smile disappeared, revealing a look of contempt.

Behind her, several people watched her walk away, and one of them said with emotion: "Everyone has his own destiny. I never thought that Zhang Cuiju would have such good fortune."

Another person said: "Don't be fooled by her arrogant attitude now. Who knows how long she can stay so arrogant!"

The faces of the girls who were talking about others behind their backs now were no longer the loving sisters they had just shown.