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When the squirrel seller mentioned city people, Zhao Muchen and his wife were startled. The clothes they wore were nothing special compared to the locals. They were just a little newer, so they wouldn't be noticed immediately. Here comes the identity.
The squirrel seller didn't seem to notice their doubts. He pointed to a pair not far away and said, "Look, that pair will buy one for the children at home and take it back to see the fresh ones. It is said that the school's composition teacher asked them to write It¡¯s a small animal, so buying one for your children will make it easier for them to observe.¡±
Following the direction pointed by the man selling squirrels, Zhao Muchen and his wife saw a couple carrying a basket of squirrels surrounding a mushroom vendor stall.
Zhao Muchen and his wife finally understood why the squirrel seller said that they were from the city. The faces of the people who often come to the market in the villages around them were all familiar. The faces like them were almost all from the county town. Look at the new stuff.
"It seems that although this place is remote, the exchange of goods and other things is pretty good."
Fu Lanxiang whispered to Zhao Muchen, this is usually related to the working style of the leadership here.
"We can give it a try. After you give birth, we can invest in building a factory here. I think the development here is pretty good."
¡°A big market is so prosperous, it¡¯s not a bad idea to go to the county town.
Don¡¯t underestimate small places. Competition in big places is fierce, but there are not so many businesses in small places. If they come here, they will probably be the only ones to make money. Wouldn¡¯t it be better?
This visit to the mall was not in vain. When they were walking back, Fu Lanxiang was bumped into by a middle-aged woman walking across the street.
Zhao Muchen quickly held his wife in his arms. Just as he was about to say something, the middle-aged woman who bumped into someone over there was already running away, as if there was something urgent, and she was in a hurry.
Zhao Muchen was quite annoyed, "Why don't you watch this person when he walks? Are you okay?"
¡°It¡¯s okay, I just think the person who bumped into me just now looks familiar.¡±
Fu Lanxiang frowned slightly, wondering if it was because her belly was getting bigger. Her reaction had become slower recently. Is it really like Aunt Zhao said that this baby is a daughter, so she is lazy?
"Look familiar? Are there any acquaintances here?"
"You may not believe it when I tell you. The person who hit me just now looks like Fu Lanju."
Fu Lanxiang thought about it carefully and found that they were indeed similar, especially the eyebrows, but her face was too dark and rough, not as fair and tender as Fu Lanju's.
"How could it be Fu Lanju? Fu Lanju was also convicted of Zhang Cheng's incident last time. Even though she was suspended for two years, there is absolutely no way she could come here. The local police station would not let her ah."
The reason why Fu Lanju was not immediately sent to prison was because she had given birth to a child and was still breastfeeding. During the two-year probation period, he is required to report to the local police station every month and is not allowed to leave the city easily.
"Maybe it's because I'm dazzled."
Fu Lanxiang shook her head. Her man was right. How could it be Fu Lanju? Why did Fu Lanju come to this ravine?
After a trip to the market, Zhao Muchen got a rough idea of ??the prices here and bought some fine grain for the Yun family, which made Sister Yun¡¯s eyes light up.
Aunt Zhao complained to him again, "Why did you buy these? We have food at home. Isn't it free money? It's not easy for you to make some money. You should save more. When your children are born, you will use the money everywhere." "
¡°It didn¡¯t cost much, mainly because Lanxiang wanted to eat it.¡±
Zhao Muchen put the blame on Fu Lanxiang. Anyway, his aunt felt sorry for his wife, so she couldn't nag her anymore.
Who knows, his aunt said: "Lanxiang wants to eat, just buy a little. Why buy these two big bags? It's enough for a year."
A big bag of white flour and a big bag of rice, especially that bag of rice, are expensive things.
Zhao Muchen could only laugh "hehe" and said nothing more. He bought everything and he definitely couldn't return it.
This is good. When the gathering was over, they found that they had brought more things when they went back than when they came.
"You are still young. Your mother died early and didn't teach you to live a careful life. Don't spend this money in the future. My aunt's family has enough food and you are not picky, so why bother spending money."
On the way back, Aunt Zhao told Zhao Muchen and his wife about their life experiences along the way. She wished she could teach them both her half-life savings.
When we returned to the village, the two large bags of grain on the mule cart were very conspicuous.
??This is the case in the village. No one has any secrets. It is easy for others to see them as soon as they walk by. Someone immediately asked: "?Brother, are you going to the market? What did you buy? Such two big bags. "
¡°Oh, it¡¯s not nothing, it¡¯s my eldest nephew who saw someone selling good rice at the market, so he treated us as a couple.¡±
Aunt Zhao said happily, and her silent show off made Zhao Muchen dumbfounded after listening to the family story.
"Your eldest nephew is so filial, but the ones from the city are different. For my nephew, I can't even see half a kilogram of corn noodles from him all year round, let alone rice."
The man kept complaining.
Aunt Zhao smiled and said: "This this person has personal blessings."
The mule cart passed quickly. Fu Lanxiang saw someone sticking his head out of the wooden gate of a stone house at the corner and shouting to Aunt Zhao: "Aunt Yun, why haven't you seen your family's big treasure in several days?" What? Where did you go to work again? "
This person was talking to Aunt Zhao, but his eyes were clearly fixed on Fu Lanxiang and his wife.
Fu Lanxiang looked over carefully. This man's hair was combed black and shiny. He must have applied some oil on his hair. His face seemed to be powdered. It was painted white. It looked a bit scary. He also had a mouth. He didn't know where he got it. The lipstick is very red.
Fu Lanxiang suddenly thought that this must be the immortality of MILFs.
"It's not up to my aunt to worry about where our Dabao goes to work. His aunt should hurry up and arrange a marriage for your Chunhua. This daughter is not good enough to stay, and she will become a grudge if she stays here and there."
Aunt Zhao said something thoughtful, meaning that he should hurry up and book his daughter's marriage, so that he would not have to bother his eldest grandson. He didn't even look at that person anymore, his eyes turned elsewhere.
Uncle Yun whipped his whip again and urged the mule cart to move quickly, as if this place was very unlucky.
Fu Lanxiang finally heard from the conversation between the two people that the person calling Aunt Zhao was Chunhua's mother.
"What the hell, we had the nerve to come over to eat on the day our family was killing pigs. I thought it was rare for everyone to be so lively so I wouldn't ruin the atmosphere. I was already saving face for her by not driving her out. She actually dared to ask us why. If you're not at home, huh, if you stay at home, it will cause trouble to their mother and daughter."
Aunt Zhao said a few more words, if she dares to do this next time she sees her, she will definitely not save face for her. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com