C182 Not learn well at a young age

Madame Song Li did indeed have a lot of things to say, but she did not expect Mian Niang to say it in such a manner. She could not keep her face straight, and was about to flare up, but she did not want to meet her youngest son's eyes.

In the end, she suppressed the discontent in her heart. She turned around and entered the room, unwilling to even take another glance at Mian Niang.

Song Zhien helped his sister speak up, causing Madame Song and her youngest son to feel awkward.

's shoes that were the size of her feet were already made on the brick bed. She threw them to the side and wanted to make another pair for her little son, but when she saw her little son, she remembered that he was contradicting her for his sister.

She took out her eldest son's letter from under the pillow. She didn't recognize any of the words written on it, but she carefully stroked every single word. Seeing this letter, it was as if she saw her eldest son standing in front of her.

Then, thinking about how his eldest son had mentioned how he wanted his parents to treat his sister well, a sense of unhappiness welled up in his heart once again. Even with all that, this letter didn't seem so comfortable anymore.

Still, he folded the letter and put it back in the envelope before pressing it under the pillow.

He wondered if he could do something to help Song Zhixiao take it, but didn't know if Mr. Jiang would be able to send him a letter in the future, and if he would be able to go as well.

As he thought about it, Song Zhixiao's shoes were already in his hands.

For some reason, he suddenly thought of the knee guard that was given to Song Zhixiao.

He held an old piece of clothing in his hand. After hesitating for a long time, he put it back in the cabinet.

The cotton shoes were also returned to the cabinet.

This winter, he never brought it out again.

Mian Niang naturally did not know that when her mother was alone and had nothing to do at home, her mind would wander like this.

As expected, Second Uncle Mei had asked A Yun, who had returned to his mother's house, to bring back the tofu plate and wooden bucket. A Yun had also brought back a few people from Plum Blossom Village who wanted to make tofu.

Mian Niang had made tofu for several families in Plum Blossom Village, so she naturally would not be lacking in these families.

He just felt a bit sorry for always taking the money first before making tofu.

Mistress Cloud patted her shoulder and laughed at her way of thinking.

"You've been thinking about it every day. When can you stop thinking about things and live a bit easier?" At such a young age, if he overthought things too much, sooner or later, he would make a mistake and become an old lady. "It depends on what you do when you're old."

"Old lady is old lady."

When Mian Niang thought about the things that had happened to her, that she had even experienced when she was trying to assassinate him, she felt that she really wouldn't be able to relax.

Mistress Cloud unhappily rolled her eyes at her, and did not continue to be stubborn with her. She only told her that the suppository would come to pick her up in a few days, and that she would bring back the tofu that she had finished making.

Ask her if she's in time.

It was naturally in time to get up early in the night, but there were really no more brine in the house this time. The next morning, Mian Niang called out to Madame Song and took the tofu skin from the house and put it on the car.

The rest were all taken out to be exchanged for money, and had been sent over to Mei Family by Lady Song during the summer. It was a pity that the Mei Family ate the chicken, but she did not appreciate it, and every year, the old hen would always be eliminated, and it had always been sold by Song Youfu or Song Zhixiao. This was the first time Mian Niang had ever sold the chicken, so Madame Song was worried.

Mistress Yun sat on the carriage as she watched Mian Niang drive the carriage. She seemed to have thought of something and actually laughed.

Mian Niang felt that her smile was strange, and unhappily rolled her eyes.

She quickly explained, "I didn't think of anything else. I just wanted you to tell me if we're a couple going to the market or not."

"Not a proper one." Mian Niang grumbled at her, lowering her head to look at her clothes, then looked at Mistress Yun's clothing, didn't the two really look like a couple?

He couldn't help but burst out laughing.

It had been a long time since Mistress Cloud had seen her smile like this, and it immediately intensified.

"You dare to spout nonsense. Aren't you afraid that your family's members will think too much into it?" Mian Niang thought back to all the rumors she had heard, and could not help but nag: "This is just the two of us, in front of outsiders, you need to speak less of it, so as to avoid causing any trouble and come back, it's not good for you, do you understand?"

Her tone was harsh, and Mistress Cloud stuck out her tongue, not minding at all as she continued, "You're just thinking too much, it's just a joke. Why are you thinking so much? Look at how many times Mei Family has left to right and left to left, and how many times his own sons have left to support their Third and Sixth Aunt. Didn't they not do well, and are still alive and well? I was a bit bored. No matter what, no matter how wrong you are, you are not afraid of gossip. Your family has become that guilty one instead. It's as if I did something that was all thanks to my heart. "

As she spoke, her expression carried a bit of disdain. She didn't know if she was more dissatisfied with the Mei Family or if it was because she was more helpless towards the feelings of self-blame Mian Niang had now.

Mian Niang let out a light breath. How could she explain the details within, or say it out loud?

"You're not going to talk anymore, just pinch me like this. Sooner or later, you'll really be happy when you choke yourself to death."

Mistress Yun resented the fact that she had failed, but she couldn't do anything about this kind of Mian Niang.

Mian Niang smiled at her. She didn't want to continue the topic, so she changed the topic and said: "Don't talk about me, I know what to do. Tell me about it.

At this point, Mistress Cloud's face turned red and she suddenly became shy. She said, "We're talking about your matter. Why are you bringing it up?"

"I care about you as much as you care about me."

Mian Niang was rarely active, let alone say something like that. After thinking for a bit, she said, "Lei Gumo treats me pretty well, and his father isn't very strict either, it's just that old granny of mine. You know, she has a lot of manpower."

When it came to mother-in-law, Mistress Cloud had a lot to say.

"Before the marriage, I only knew that she had a mouth that was broken, and loved to pass on gossip. I didn't expect her to be such a person, and especially liked to drug my eyes in front of my father-in-law. But luckily, both Yanzi and my father-in-law don't believe her. Otherwise, they would be so fond of pinching me after I've died from grievances. "

"They love to say that their wives have been married for many years, it's normal for New daughter-in-law to want to show off their mother-in-law's might when they just arrived."

In the past, Mian Niang did not understand this phrase, nor did she understand it too well when she had just gotten married to Mehanlin. But now, she completely understood the meaning of this saying, and tofu hyacinth had a lot of pressure on him back then as well, just that neither side was giving in to each other, and neither side took advantage of the other.

"Is that so? My mom also said that, and she even said that I can't let her get used to her illness. If she really gets hold of it, then life won't be so good for a long time in the future."

A Yunniang had taught his daughter through his own experiences how to deal with her mother-in-law, whom he found to be difficult to deal with.

As Mistress Yun said this, her two eyes were staring at Mian Niang, waiting for her to say something about wanting more from him, then she could tell her that begging was never the best way to solve a problem, and one shouldn't give in to something like that.

Mian Niang was naturally shy and honest, so she was easily bullied.

But she only heard Mian Niang say: "Aunt is right, but you must pay attention to the method, and not let others think that Your mother-in-law is being wronged by you."

So, that — what does that mean?

What do you mean don't let others feel wronged mother-in-law? Also, how should I tell her about the prepared draft?

How was he supposed to respond?

Mistress Yun frowned and looked at Mian Niang with distress.

Mian Niang turned around and looked at her, thinking that she didn't really understand.

Mistress Cloud really wanted to shake her head and say that she didn't know, but she felt that if she really did shake her head, she would appear very silly.

Thus, he could only nod his head.

Mian Niang received an affirmative answer and turned his head around in satisfaction. Only Mistress Cloud was left staring at the back of her head with a troubled expression.

Mian Niang came to the place where she used to set up his stalls and set up his stalls. Soon after, an old lady who sold pickled vegetables came over, and seeing her young face, she knew that she had not seen her before. She was stooping and was moving a jar down from the carriage.

It's all about living. It's not easy for anyone.

Mian Niang and Mistress Yun very straightforwardly walked over and helped the old lady carry the vat of pickled vegetables down.

The old lady was stunned for a moment before she hurriedly thanked him.

Not everyone was this kind in this year.

Mian Niang was not a talkative person, but Mistress Cloud was a talkative person. While she was carrying around the soy sauce, she started to chat with the auntie, and in a short while, she started to get close to the auntie. Mian Niang touched the soy sauce jar, and felt that it was even colder than soaking it in cold water. She turned around and glanced at the aunty with frostbite on her hands. With a slight frown, Mistress Cloud opened her mouth and asked,

"Aunt, it's such a cold day, why are you selling pickles by yourself? If no one comes out to help you at home? "

The grandma seemed to have something hard to say. When she heard this, she looked embarrassed and a hint of sadness flashed across her eyes.

"I made this. My family is not familiar with it. It's better if I sell it."

Even though he said so, the moment he lowered his head, his eyes were filled with tears.

Mistress Cloud still wanted to ask another question, but was stopped by Mian Niang's gaze. She knew that she had asked a question that she shouldn't have, and was immediately a little embarrassed.

The old lady was busy with her work, and did not notice the movement beneath her feet. Unexpectedly, her feet slipped, and she fell towards the ground. The two young female mother s reached out their hands at the same time, and Mistress Cloud, who was close by, held onto the old lady.

Mian Niang was surprised, but she still quickly reached out her hand, wanting to pull the old lady up. Unexpectedly, before she could touch her, she stopped and scolded her with a mischievous tone.

"Alright, young husband and wife don't learn to be good and bully an old lady. My mother-in-law is almost 60 years old, and you guys really want to kill her. You can't even set up a stall next to her, do you want her to leave?"

Mian Niang turned her head, only to see that a wife with high cheekbones and hanging eyes had already walked up to him, one hand on her waist, the other finger almost poking into her nose.