Spatial System: Make money by dressing like a superb mother-in-law

Isn't the college in the town better than the school in the village?Brother Jiayuan is studying at the college in the town.

"For the time being, I'll go back to the town to study in the future." Mu Changting did so much for his unworthy father!

Was it easy for him to want a complete family as a child?

"Oh, before you go back to town, hang out with me!" Meng Jiawang took it for granted that Mu Changting's latecomer was just like him.

"Okay." Mu Changting agreed, as an uncle should give way to his nephew.

Meng Jiawang put his shoulder on his shoulder, "Don't worry, I won't let you suffer."

"No problem, you cover me, how about I teach you martial arts?" Mu Changting didn't believe that he was a child who started martial arts at the age of three, and he could be bullied by the children in the village.

My nephew has strong self-esteem and can understand.

"You know martial arts?" Meng Jiawang asked in surprise.

Mu Changting whispered in his ear: "I'm the general's son, it's not uncommon for me to know martial arts, but it's not unusual for me not to be able to do martial arts."

"Why do you still call Grandpa Mu your father when you have a father?" Meng Jiawang asked.

Mu Changting put away his smile sadly, "My parents are dead, so someone has to take care of me to grow up."

"Oh, I'm really sorry." Meng Jiawang was at a loss, this was the first time he had experienced such a thing.

Mu Changting raised his head and said with a smile on his face, "It's okay, people are mortal, and they have to experience it sooner or later.

But we have to agree, you have to face me. "

"No problem." Meng Jiawang assured, and he took it to Mu Changting's room to play.

"Mother, is he really Shopkeeper Mu's son?" Ruan Tianyu asked curiously.

"Adopted." Tan Zhengran found a stool and sat in the kitchen with Ruan Tianyu.

They sat down in front of the stove, and Ruan Tianyu picked up wood to add to the fire, so that the temperature in the kitchen would be higher.

"Mom, what about his parents?" Ruan Tianyu picked up another piece of wood and threw it into the stove.

"died."

Ruan Tianyu felt pity in her heart, seeing that the child spoke cheerfully, but she didn't expect her parents to be gone.

She didn't ask any more questions, and chatted with Tan Zhengran about other things.

As the sky gradually turned dark, Tan Zhengran and Mu Changting went home for dinner.

"Mother is back, I just wanted to call you." Meng Dashan came out of the kitchen with a bowl in his hand when he heard the noise.

"Are you cooking today?" Tan Zhengran looked at the white flour on Meng Dashan's wrist.

"Well, grandpa wants to eat hand-rolled noodles, so I learned from my wife." Meng Dashan has loved cooking since he started cooking.

In his opinion, eating the food he cooks is very fulfilling, especially letting his mother know about the food he cooked.

"Okay, Dashan is getting better and better." Tan Zhengran walked into the kitchen and washed his hands in front of the washing rack.

Mu Changting imitated her appearance, stretched out his small white hands, and rubbed them for washing.

"Mother, the stew for hand-rolled noodles is meat stew." Meng Dashan cut the pork into small cubes and stir-fried it before serving it on a plate.

"Okay, there are many big mountains, so you don't have to worry about making money." Tan Zhengran sat down, picked up a spoon, scooped a bowl of meat stew into the bowl, and placed it in front of Mu Changting.

Mu Changting obediently picked up the chopsticks and thanked Auntie.

Tan Zhengran patted his head, looked at Meng Dashan and said, "Dashan, what are you doing to grandpa? Doesn't he want to eat noodles?"

"Grandpa Gan is at Grandpa's house. Grandpa Gan said it's not convenient to live in our house. From now on, he will live at Grandpa's house and play chess with Grandpa. He will eat noodles with grandpa and grandma." Meng Dashan said with a muffled face.

"Oh, you're very thoughtful about being a grandpa." Tan Zhengran picked up a chopstick and ate noodles.

The noodles are very chewy, and the meat stew on the legs tastes very fragrant.

It was rare for her to finish a bowl and fill another bowl.

Tan Zhengran put down her chopsticks when she was full, looked at Mu Changting who put down her chopsticks at the same time, and asked, "Changting, are you full?"

"Auntie, I'm full. Uncle's noodles are delicious." Mu Changting clutched his belly, he hadn't eaten as much as he did today for a long time.

"It's delicious. Uncle will make it for you next time." Meng Dashan tidied up the dishes, and it felt so good to be praised by the children.

"Thank you uncle." Mu Changting picked up his bowl and chopsticks.

"I'll take it." Meng Xiaoru walked up to Mu Changting, who was a few centimeters shorter than her, and took the bowls and chopsticks from his hands and put them on the chopping board.

Meng Xiaoru and sisters have grown in height by leaps and bounds in the past six months, they are a whole head taller than before.

The complexion is rosy, and the sallow complexion is completely bid farewell.

Mu Changting followed behind Meng Xiaoru, "Sister, shall I teach you how to read?"

"Okay." Meng Xiaoru didn't refuse, she and the eldest sister not only knew a lot of characters, but also could write.

She learned how to cook and eat with her father, and the elder sister chose embroidery skills with her mother.

In grandma's words, women are well-informed, so they can distinguish the lies and tactics used by bad guys.

"Sister, do you know how to read?" Mu Changting knew that people from good families would provide their girls with education, but he didn't know that rural people would also let their girls learn knowledge.

"Yes, I didn't know each other before, but I've known each other since the eldest grandma became better." Meng Xiaoru prayed every day that grandma would be the same as yesterday, and never turn back to the bad grandma she used to be.

"Auntie was not good before?" Mu Changting looked at his aunt who was understanding and easy to get along with!

"It's not bad, it's not as good as it is now." Meng Xiaoru took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the room and said.

She ground it well and said, "Why don't we use rice paper and go outside to get a branch to write?"

Meng Xiaoru wanted to save a piece of rice paper, she was afraid of leaving a bad impression because it was Mu Changting's first visit to the house.

"Go and write outside. You can do it. Aren't you afraid of the cold?" Mu Changting didn't want to go outside.

"I'm afraid, then don't go outside first, and you won't be able to see it if you go outside now." Meng Xiaoru said.

It was pitch black outside, and she stretched out her finger, but she didn't know where it was.

"Sister, you write your name, I write mine, and we exchange names." Mu Changting took the lead in picking up the pen, and wrote down the three big characters of Mu Changting one by one.

Mu Changting's handwriting was neat, and Meng Xiaoru was a little embarrassed to write.

She wiggled the brush, struggled for a while and finally decided to write.

Meng Xiaoru wrote down the same handwriting as a caterpillar crawled, and Mu Changting praised after reading it: "Sister, you are so good, it is better than what I imagined."

"My younger brother is really good at complimenting others. I am like Cao Climbing. My younger brother's writing is better." Meng Xiaoru said, but she was flattered in her heart.

She secretly told herself in her heart that she should work hard to practice calligraphy and try to write as well as Mu Changting.

If Mu Changting can do it, so can she.

Meng Xiaoru is determined to learn from Tan Zhengran and become a strong woman.

Grandma used to eat, drink and play, but now she earns more money than men.

The person Meng Xiaoru admires the most is Tan Zhengran, the goal of learning in this life.

Thinking of this, she became more motivated to write.

Tan Zhengran came in from the kitchen and saw the two children were seriously writing, so she went back to her room to rest without disturbing her.

Meng Dashan came in from the outside with a basin of water in his hand, smiling.