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

"My sister-in-law also started earning money to supplement the family.

I suggest that you keep [-]% of the money earned by sister-in-law, Yuanhe and nephew and daughter-in-law, and they keep the remaining [-]%.

You asked Yuan He and his niece and daughter-in-law in advance, would you like to rebuild the house?Willing to save money in advance.

At that time, three yards will be built, one for my sister-in-law, one for Yuanhe and his wife, and one for Yuanxiao. They will live their own lives on weekdays without disturbing each other. "

"That's a good idea, and I'm not someone who treats my daughter-in-law harshly.

As long as I don't play tricks in front of me, I can turn a blind eye to my sons. "Qu Wang is not an evil mother-in-law, and she doesn't like the tricks played by the evil mother-in-law.

"Sister-in-law and niece and daughter-in-law have a good chat. I believe that niece and daughter-in-law are not the kind of people who have too many things." Tan Zhengran said.

In the original owner's memory, Qu Yuanhe's wife, Qu Jinshi, was a dignified and virtuous woman with a good character.

As long as Bai Hua doesn't take the initiative to be a demon after joining, there should be no conflicts between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, or between sister-in-law and mother-in-law.

Qu Wang and Qu Jin have gotten along so much, and they also believe in her character.

Tan Zhengran didn't have any other important matters, so he asked Mrs. Qu to go back to the house to entertain Bai Zhi, and she went home first.

Meng Dayan drove the ox cart to take Tan Zhengran home first, hide the deed, and go to his house together.

Meng Dacong and his wife entered Meng Jiawang's room with pastries.

Meng Jiawang had just finished taking a painkiller pill, and there were still tears in the circles of his eyes.

"Jiawang, what's the matter? Who bullied you? The second uncle beat him up." Meng Dacong gently wiped away the tears from Meng Jiawang's face.

"Second Uncle, no one bullied me, but I am in too much pain." Meng Jiawang never took painkillers when he could hold back, and couldn't resist taking another one.

Light pain is okay, but sitting still is very torturous.

"I'm afraid that the second uncle can't help you. The second uncle can leave you some more questions in the textbook so that you can write about it when you have nothing to do."

Meng Jiawang pouted and said dissatisfiedly, "Second Uncle, I'm already like this, yet you want to leave me a question."

"There's nothing wrong with leaving a mention. It saves you from missing classes." Meng Dacong convinced himself that it was for Meng Jiawang's sake.

"The second uncle is too bad, I don't want to talk to the second uncle." Meng Jiawang can't even move, how can he write the question?

"What's wrong with my second uncle? Children should study hard and study hard." Meng Dacong said seriously.

Meng Jiawang couldn't speak to the eloquent Meng Dacong, so he approached Tan Zhengran to complain, "Grandma, my second uncle bullied me."

"Da Cong, Jia Wang is injured, even if you leave him a question, he won't be able to write."

"Mother, Jia Wang may stay at home for a few months. I don't study or practice calligraphy for these few months. I will return to school after my injury recovers. Can I keep up with the class? I am doing this for Jia Wang's good. "Meng Dacong is a teacher, he understands.

"Why don't you let Dayan finish writing for Jiawang, and then take the exam for Jiawang." Tan Zhengran In modern times, the teacher asked the parents to copy the questions for the children, and the children wrote the answers themselves.

Meng Dacong thought for a while, "That's fine, as long as you don't miss your homework."

Meng Jiawang bit the corner of his lips unhappily, he was recovering from the pain enough, and the second uncle wanted to stab his wound.

Let him heal his wounds happily, okay?

If I knew I was injured, I had to learn. Why didn't I take a look at it when I went to the ground?

Not to mention suffering, the knowledge in textbooks cannot be left behind.

"Grandma, can I not study?" Meng Jiawang saw that Meng Dacong was not going to work, so he had to play Tan Zhengran's idea.

"No, boys don't have to go into official careers, but they must be able to read and write and gain knowledge." Tan Zhengran is determined not to back down on learning.

Meng Jiawang pursed his lips and said, "Okay then, grandma can ask my father to write the questions for me, and I will tell the answer, can my father write it?"

"Yes, that's what grandma means!" Tan Zhengran agreed.

As long as he is not allowed to write by himself during his recuperating time, he will accept it.

Meng Dayan frowned. His son was injured, so he indirectly found a job for him.

His son was injured at home for [-] days, is it possible that he also has to write questions for [-] days?

Meng Dayan's eyes fell on Ruan Tianyu and his son standing at the door.

Ruan Dapao rejected the signal, turned and left the house.

Ruan Tianyu gave Meng Dayan a gentle smile, but her eyes were warning Meng Dayan that if she dared to trick her, let him sleep with her father at night.

Meng Dayan, who was rejected by Ruan Tianyu and his son, could only bear it silently.

Three months, isn't it just writing questions and answers for three months, at worst he writes every day.

If he doesn't believe it, he can still be defeated by the question?

In this way, Meng Dayan took over the job of copying questions and writing answers for Meng Jiawang.

After Meng Dacong sat at Ruan Dapao's house for a quarter of an hour, he was sent back to Linyu Town by Meng Dayan.

Meng Dacong originally wanted to stay at home for one night, and went back to town with Tan Zhengran and the others tomorrow morning, but he forgot to bring Meng Jiayuan back when he returned to the village.

Only his son was at home, and as a father, he was very worried.

Tan Zhengran, who stayed at Ruan Dapao's house, was called aside by Ruan Dapao.

"Brother Ruan, what's the matter?" Tan Zhengran asked.

Mysterious, there must be nothing good.

"Sister Tan, did you count on finding a matchmaker for me before?" Ruan Dapao said with an old face reddened.

"Yeah, who did you fall in love with? Tell Sister Tan if you have a crush. Sister Tan will turn around and ask the village head's wife to see where there is a good matchmaker?" If Tan Zhengran personally agreed, there is no reason why it doesn't count?

"Sister Tan, do you know Widow Liu at the east end of the village?"

"Widow Liu? Have you taken a fancy to her? She's older than Sister Tan? When she was young, she liked your elder brother." Tan Zhengran wondered if there was something wrong with Ruan Dapao's vision?

Widow Liu is a black-hearted matchmaker, why did Ruan Dapao fall in love with her?

Seeing Tan Zhengran's misunderstanding, Ruan Dapao explained, "Sister Tan, it's not the matchmaker Widow Liu, but the good-looking Widow Liu from the head of the village."

"Widow Liu at the east end of the village?" Tan Zhengran searched the original owner's memory but couldn't find the person Ruan Dapao mentioned.

She is very confused, I don't know her!The original owner didn't have this number in his memory, did he?

"Sister Tan, don't you know that widow Liu at the east end of the village?" Ruan Dapao was a little anxious seeing Tan Zhengran's reaction of not knowing him.

"I don't know, I have no impression."

"Sister Tan, she is fair and tender, with a slender figure and a pretty face.

The widow Liu you mentioned is in her 40s, and the widow Liu I mentioned is less than three years old. "Ruan Dapao explained.

"You mean the Liu Yu family, right? There is only one Liu Yu family in the village!"

Liu Yu's long-haired Bai Nen was only three years away.

Based on the above conditions, Tan Zhengran felt that Ruan Dapao might have misremembered his name.

"Who is Liu Yu's family? Sister Tan, the last family in the east of the village, isn't it Widow Liu's family?

That day when I went down the mountain with Dayan to go home, the moment I bumped into her, my soul was taken away by her. "