Make a lot of money!I got rich in the year of famine

Cao Xuemei raised her foot, slowly put it down, and slowly turned her head, but only halfway, and gave her a stern side face, "Of course!"

If she didn't hate it to the extreme, how could she
After leaving the small courtyard, Cao Xuemei went to the courtyard where her son lived.

Before he even walked in, he was almost hit by an unknown object coming towards him.

"Hehe! Okay, that's fun." Meng Yan still had a silly smile on his face, and he didn't know whether he had worn his pants properly or accidentally rubbed them, but they almost fell off.

Kneeling next to him was a maid, struggling to tie it on for him.

Although she is a fool, she can still recognize her mother.

"Mom, mother, come and play with me." He said and was about to reach out to pull Cao Xuemei, but Ping'er blocked her.

Ping'er coaxed softly: "Young master, be good. Madam will be tired now. After she has rested, I will play with you again, okay?"

"No, I want a mother, I want a wife..." If he couldn't get something, he would give it up and sit down on the ground, kicking it with both hands.

Cao Xuemei was heartbroken and distressed. She knelt down and touched her son's face, "My son, mother will definitely choose the best wife for you. You will not be alone."

"Daughter-in-law, hello, wife." Meng Yan only heard the word "daughter-in-law" and clapped his hands and started laughing, drooling all over his chin like a toothless toddler.

Every time she saw Meng Yan, Cao Xuemei's hatred for Cao Xiuniang grew stronger. You can imagine how deep her hatred had accumulated over the years.

The maid dressing him next to him lowered her head and knelt to the side.

Cao Xuemei only glanced at it and then withdrew her gaze, "You guys are so kind to me. In three days, it will be the day when the young master is happy. You can't make any mistakes in these days, especially you, Xiaolan, don't run out all the time. Just stay here." Don’t go anywhere in this courtyard, you hear me?”

Xiaolan lay down deeply, "Yes, I know."

Cao Xuemei still saw the red marks on her neck, and a cold light flashed in her eyes.

On the way away, Cao Xuemei said in a calm voice: "After my son gets married, you can send Xiaolan away!"

Ping'er rolled his eyes, "Madam, do you want to deal with it completely?"

"Otherwise? Anyway, she was bought by the house, her body and deeds are all in my hands, and all her family members are dead. If she's gone, she's gone!"

"My slave knows." Ping'er thought about which corner of the backyard he could bury someone in, or maybe he could bury someone outside. It's not appropriate. There are so many people out there, and if you can't do it alone, you don't know how much trouble it will cause. It's better to just stay there. Dispose of it!

Cao Xuemei walked a few steps, then suddenly thought of something and stopped suddenly, "Go ahead and tell the master that my son will get married in three days. She is my mother's niece. Just say that and don't mention anything else." , do you understand?"

Ping'er lowered his head even lower, "I'll go right now, slave."

Master Meng was currently in the study, flirting with the new maid. Ping'er stood at the door and told the story. Master Meng was puzzled, "Didn't I say that their family refused before? Why did he send it to his door again?" coming."

Ping'er hesitated and said, "I don't know this, my slave. If you have any questions, you can ask your wife in person."

Mr. Meng rubbed his tender white hands, feeling a little distraught, "That's all, let her do whatever she wants!"

"My slave, please leave!" Ping'er suppressed the impatience in his heart and left the study as gently as possible. When he walked out for a while and saw no one around, he seemed to be discouraged. He supported the wall with one hand and gasped for air.

At this time, a young man turned around from the corner and seemed to be passing by.

Ping'er heard footsteps, looked up, and then lowered his head in a hurry, "Master, Master." Why was she so unlucky today? Didn't she read the almanac when she went out?

Meng Chun's legs, at first glance, don't actually show any signs of disability, but as long as he steps quickly, he can tell the difference.

Mr. Meng had a sly eyebrow and rat-like eyes, but Meng Chun had fine features, upright and elegant appearance.

Meng Chun got married early, and the young lady was a virtuous and virtuous woman.The young couple spent most of the year taking care of business in Jingyang Mansion, and would only come back during the New Year and holidays.

It's a pity that after three years of marriage, they still have no children.

Ping'er was still thinking wildly, but Meng Chun had already approached, "Why are you panicking? What happened in the house?"

Ping'er thought about it and couldn't hide the matter of getting married, so he said directly, "Yes, it's the madam who wants to marry the second young master. In three days, there will be a wedding banquet in the house. The madam asked the servant to report to the master, but the servant ran away. It’s a little more urgent.”

Meng Chun frowned, "Getting married? Why is it so sudden? Whose family does the girl belong to?"

Ping'er: "She is the niece of Madam's mother's family, and she is not an outsider, so she doesn't pay attention to those false etiquette."

Meng Chun carefully recalled who his stepmother's niece was, but his impression was really shallow.

But since he is a relative of the stepmother, it is not his turn to interfere in this matter.

He then said, "Since my younger brother is getting married, I should also give you a generous gift. I'll ask someone to send it to you later."

Meng Chun returned to the west courtyard. When his wife He saw him coming back, she hurriedly got up and greeted him with a smile. She even dismissed the maids and poured him tea herself. "My husband just went out, why did he come back again? Didn't he say he was going to see my father?"

Meng Chun sat down, picked up the tea cup, and took a sip of tea, "You go and prepare a gift. In three days, the second brother will get married. Although I don't need to take care of it, I still have to do my part."

He said in surprise: "Why are we suddenly getting married? No news has been revealed before. Do you know which family the girl is from?"

"My mother's niece, I guess she is afraid of the disharmony between husband and wife after marriage, so she is worthy of this marriage. You, forget it, I'd better go on my own..."

He pressed him down and said, "Husband, what are you anxious about? These are the wife's duties. There is no need for your husband to worry about it. Come here!"

Mr. He called the maids and wives and drew up a list and showed it to Meng Chun.

Meng Chun really picked it up and looked at it carefully, then handed the list back to her, "This is good."

There was a flash of disappointment in He's eyes, but she still forced a smile, "Then I'll ask someone to prepare it and send it over early tomorrow morning."

Meng Chun nodded, and then the couple had nothing to say, and the room became eerily quiet.

He felt bitter in his heart, so he could only pour him tea, ask for some fruits, ask him if he wanted to go to the study to check the accounts, or ask him what he wanted to use in the evening, and so on, without saying anything else.

At first, Meng Chun could respond with ums and ums, but later he became bored, but he didn't give up. He just said: "I still have something to do. I'm going out. You don't have to wait for me to eat tonight. You can eat alone!"

Looking at his leaving figure, Mr. He stood holding the door with a sad look on his face, his thin body was crumbling, and he looked really pitiful.

Granny Shen and the other three couldn't wait outside, and they were wondering if Shen Hui had really gone home, so they headed back home and hurried home anxiously, but the courtyard was empty, with no sign of Shen Hui or Fan Xiaoshan.