Take your own vegetable shop and travel to the desert road

Chen Yu suggested that Xiao Huang go to the unoccupied house because she thought she would hide food and valuables there before. If her guess was correct, Xiao Huang would hide the gold and silver locks there. .

"Xiao Huang, when I get better, I will go there to see you. Just wait."

Chen Yu took a piece of her clothes from the clothes drying rack and threw it to Xiao Huang

"Xiao Huang, continue."

Xiao Huang looked at the clothes in her hands, her lips trembling and speechless. She remembered that it was Xiaoyu's uncle who drove him away to the village, and it was Xiaoyu's family who saved her life.

She also knew that the reason why Xiaoyu's father didn't want her to stay was because he was afraid that she would infect Xiaoyu and her brothers. She didn't blame Xiaoyu's father, and she didn't want to infect others, especially Xiaoyu's family. .

Xiao Huang hugged the clothes and left with the village chief. She did not look back. Xiao Yu said that he would come to see her in a few days. She wanted to find more food and wait for Xiao Yu to come.

As soon as the village chief left, Mrs. Huang, who had been waiting for a long time, came over with potatoes, followed by Xiaomei from that day.

Seeing Mrs. Huang's fawning expression, Zheng Xiang knew that she was trying to force someone over again.

"Brother Zheng, what should I say? My Xiaomei is sensible and hard-working. If it weren't for the bad world, I wouldn't be in a hurry to let her be a child bride."

"No, no child bride, dad, I don't want one."

Before Zheng Xiang could say anything, Xiaomi screamed, he didn't want a child bride, he didn't want anyone to compete with him for food, there was no food at home, and his sister couldn't even eat enough, so he didn't want a child bride.

Xiaomi's words were just in line with Zheng Xiang's wishes. He looked at Old Mrs. Huang with a troubled expression.

"Aunt Huang, you also saw what my boy said, this child bride cannot be forced into her, and my boy is still young, so there is no need to worry.

You might as well look elsewhere. "

If Mrs. Huang gives up easily, she is not Mrs. Huang. She pointed at Wei Zehan and said

"The smiling one can't do it, but the big one doesn't want to either? I think the big one can do it, as long as my Xiaomei is really capable.

Xiaomei, please speak quickly and call me uncle. "

Xiaomei was pulled to Zheng Xiang by Mrs. Huang. She was shaking in fear, but she still stumbled and tried to speak.

"Uncle, I am capable. I will give you a child bride, and you will accept me."

After saying that, Xiaomei knelt down with a plop and kowtowed to Zheng Xiang. She didn't want to do this, but yesterday her aunt told her uncle that the food in autumn was probably only enough for the two people in the family. While talking, He kept looking at her.

Xiaomei knew what her uncle and aunt meant. They wanted her to leave. She also wanted to leave, regardless of other people's faces, but where could she go after leaving the Huang family.

Zheng Xiang picked up Xiaomei from the ground. Buying and selling by force was not comfortable, especially in this way.

"Aunt Huang, the eldest daughter of my family is destined to be a scholar. Scholars have many rules. I really can't accept Xiaomei."

Hitting Wei Zehan with the abacus triggered Zheng Xiang's reverse scale. Chen Yu led Wei Zehan and Xiaomi into the house without looking.

Guo Nian also went out to fetch water without saying a word. In fact, there was enough water in the water tank, but Guo Nian did not dare to stay at home for fear of being affected by the war.

Mrs. Huang had long made up her mind to leave the baby to the Zheng family. Xiaomei couldn't kneel down. She was half-buried. As long as she could find a good place for the baby, she would do anything.

When Zheng Xiang saw Mrs. Huang's suddenly determined eyes, he knew that she might have to kneel down to him, and hurriedly spoke before she spoke.

"Aunt Huang, don't worry. Just because my family doesn't accept her doesn't mean that Xiaomei has no way to go. I have little experience and don't know much, but I have heard that the embroidery houses in the city will recruit workers. Although the apprentices they recruit do not have money to earn, , but food and accommodation will be provided.”

The cakes Zheng Xiang painted for Mrs. Huang were big and round. He did not lie. The embroidery houses in the city did recruit workers, and the apprentices they hired would be provided with food and accommodation, but the hardship was not something ordinary people could bear.

Sure enough, just as Zheng Xiang thought, Old Mrs. Huang began to waver.

"Brother Zheng, what you said is true. Can my Xiaomei be chosen like this? She has never held a needle and thread in her hands."

"Of course it's true. Although it's harder to be an apprentice in the embroidery studio in the early stage, you will gain money after becoming an embroiderer."

Zheng Xiang's words were enough, and then it was time for Mrs. Huang to think by herself.

Old Mrs. Huang was indeed very moved. If Xiaomei could be chosen by the embroidery house, she would be worthy of the Huang family. What moved her most was the money.

She can still handle Xiaomei's child, so she has to give her more or less half of the money. When the time comes, the money for her grandson's wife will come.

Xiaomei didn't know what the embroidery house was, but she was willing to go there because it provided food and accommodation. As for the silver, she knew it was a very valuable thing. She had only heard of silver but had never seen it.

"Nai, Xiaomei is willing to go, Xiaomei doesn't want to make it difficult to make milk."

Xiaomei's words made Mrs. Huang, who was already tempted, make up her mind.

"Brother Zheng, do you know when the embroidery house will be recruiting people? How can I, an aunt in the village, get in touch with people in the city? Why don't you tell the aunt?"

What Zheng Xiang was waiting for was Old Mrs. Huang's words. He looked at Old Mrs. Huang apologetically.

"I don't know the specific details of Aunt Huang, but I heard from Xiaonian that there was a teacher in the village.

He also said that the gentleman seemed to have a kind heart. Why don't you, Aunt Huang, ask that gentleman? "

"Are you talking about Mr. Zhong? He is indeed very good. I remember he has been in the village for seven or eight years. Does he know this as a teacher?"

"Aunt Huang, you said that he is a teacher. He must know a lot in order to teach. How come Aunt Huang doesn't believe in Mr. Zhong's character?"

Zheng Xiang had been observing Old Mrs. Huang's expression when he said this.

Mrs. Huang's look was a bit intriguing, just like what she said next.

"Master Zhong, he is indeed a good man. Every time during the Chinese New Year, the villagers will ask him to help write Spring Festival couplets. This writing takes several days. He has never blushed with anyone. You must know that the villagers will not give money. At most, a few peanuts are considered as reward."

"Oh, really? Master Zhong has such a good temper. What are Aunt Huang waiting for? Why don't you just come and ask."

As Zheng Xiang spoke, he took away the potato from Aunt Huang's hand and turned around to get the fruit.

Old Mrs. Huang just felt that something was wrong. Who could have such a good temper and work for a few days for nothing? In her opinion, this person was either a fool, or he had other agendas for staying in their village.

However, seven or eight years have passed, and the man has not done anything bad. This led Mrs. Huang to think that she had made a mistake in her judgment, and this is still the case now.

"Why don't Aunt Huang speak? What are you thinking of?"

Mrs. Huang took the fruit from Zheng Xiang's hand and whispered in his ear

"Brother Zheng, let me tell you, this person is not perfect. Who can resist being embarrassed for so many years? Either this person is a fool, or he is up to something."