Xu Yourong's heart was lifted up by her, until she heard the word "it's done", her heart relaxed and she breathed a secret sigh of relief.

She lightly hammered Jiang Zhimiao's chest, and scolded with a smile: "You little hozen, you scared me to death. You almost scared me when you said half a word."

Jiang Zhimiao chuckled twice: "How can you not, aren't you doing a good job? Besides, aren't I adding to the atmosphere?"

Mingzhu looked back and forth between the two of them with a pair of crystal eyes, but she had no idea what they were talking about, so she had no choice but to bury her head and pick up her meal with peace of mind.

Minghuai picked up a piece of egg cake, rolled a piece of braised pork and put it into his mouth. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Master taught me that ill-gotten gains should not be taken away, but this money is all in front of me. If I don't take it, I feel a little regretful.

In the past, he had always followed his advice, but now, he looked at the gold and silver blocks of different sizes on the table, and a dark light flashed in his eyes.

The gold and silver light on the table almost blinded Xu Yourong's eyes. Her heart tightened, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that her family would be richer in the future.

Seeing her staring at the gold and silver on the table, Jiang Zhimiao ate the sweet potato unhurriedly and joked: "Mom, my eyes are almost on it."

Xu Yourong lowered her head in embarrassment and blushed a little. As a mother, she was embarrassed in front of her children.

She was about to look away when she heard him say again: "What's the point of just looking at it? Pick it up and weigh it."

Xu Yourong glanced at her blankly, then generously picked up a piece of gold and weighed it. She stared at it and said, "We have to find time to redeem this gold."

Gold is precious. Apart from some valuable items, most of the items circulating on the market are silver and banknotes. If gold is used carelessly, people will be jealous.

Especially for the Jiang family, although it has been made public that she has money, people with a discerning eye may be able to figure out her details. It may be inappropriate to take advantage of the gold.

She shook her head and repeated: "It's better to cash it out."

"Mom, what are you redeeming? Are you going out to build a snowman again?" Mingzhu next to her put down the bowl and looked at her in confusion.

Jiang Zhimiao pursed her lips and smiled, nodded her nose, looked at her and said, "I think you want to build a snowman."

Mingzhu nodded and smiled, showing neat rows of millet teeth.

Jiang Zhimiao had no choice but to agree to her, then looked at Xu Yourong and said, "Mom, I think it's better not to accept it."

Xu Yourong glanced at her in surprise and asked doubtfully: "How do you say this? If you don't honor it, I'm afraid it will attract people's attention. Our family hasn't established a foothold in the village yet. If we don't honor it, we're afraid that it will attract thieves. Isn't the fourth room just being taken away? Was it stolen?"

She raised her head and glanced at her: "Mom, our family has attracted people's attention for more than a day or two. Besides, no one in the village knows that we exiles have money in our hands. If we don't steal early, we won't steal later. Did he just steal the gold when he saw it in my hand?"

"Besides, we don't want to attract people's attention, right? The Zhang family, the Wang family, including the second bedroom and the others, who doesn't have some wealth, not to mention gold and silver, even jewelry, if they want to attract thieves, They should recruit first.”

"What you said makes sense." Xu Yourong stretched his chin and affirmed.

Jiang Zhimiao nodded and asked with a smile: "I will say unreasonable things? Just put your heart in your stomach. You can use this gold with peace of mind. Nothing will happen. Besides, the silver in our hands We have enough money and banknotes, so we won’t need gold for the time being." After hearing this, Xu Yourong thought for a long time, nodded to himself and said, "You are right, there are many people who are richer than us. Spend it? It’s my mother who got distracted."

She patted her head and forced herself not to think wildly. After re-wrapping the gold and silver spread out on the table, she stuffed it into Jiang Zhimiao's arms, "You own the house, and the money remains the same as before. Put it in your place." .”

Jiang Zhimiao smiled and took the tightly wrapped package, "Okay, just leave it here with me and eat quickly, the food is getting cold." She put the package aside casually and greeted her to eat.

There was a kang in the house, and although it was much warmer than outside, it was not sealed after all. After all, there would be air-conditioning rushing into the house. As he spoke, the sweet potatoes that were hot just now became lukewarm in an instant.

Jiang Zhimiao picked up a piece of sweet potato, opened the skin, took a bite, and sighed, the temperature and taste were just right.

For the past two days, Jiang Zhimiao got up before dawn every day and began to toss around town. After dinner, Jiang Zhimiao felt sleepy. As she embroidered a handkerchief, she felt so sleepy that her upper and lower eyelids began to fight.

Her head felt dizzy, and as soon as she closed her eyes, she felt a chill coming from behind. She was stunned and opened her eyes wide, but soon she was dominated by her thoughts, coming and going in the fog.

Her face felt hot, and she suddenly woke up. The overwhelming sleepiness disappeared in an instant, and she suddenly woke up.

Wen Zhuqing held her face, and when he saw that she was awake, her breathing was stagnant, as if she was holding something hot, and she withdrew her hand in an instant.

He put his hands behind his back, his face was red from the heat, his eyes were wandering, and he said word by word: "I see you are about to fall, now..."

As if there was something unspeakable, he suppressed his blush and slowly lowered his head under Jiang Zhimiao's scrutinizing gaze.

He clenched his hands, as if he could still feel her breath just now, and his face turned even redder in an instant.

Xu Yourong was engrossed in embroidering the handkerchief. If Wen Zhuqing hadn't suddenly spoken out, she would still have been immersed in the world of handkerchiefs. Seeing his face burning, she was stunned, put down the handkerchief, and hurriedly He poked his head in panic.

"Hey, Zhuqing, why is your end so hot? You kid, you must have a fever," she said nonchalantly.

Wen Zhuqing took half a step back, stabilized her body, and after calming down the blush on her face, she said: "Auntie, no, I just got hot after working outside for a while. It's not a fever. I'll be fine in a while. .”

Xu Yourong breathed a sigh of relief, "It scared me to death. I thought you had a fever." After saying this, she glanced at him with concern, "Don't think that my aunt talks too much, and don't try to be happy when working outside. With so little, if the cold air accidentally enters the body, you will get sick."

Wen Zhuqing nodded and said "Hello" without blushing or heartbeat.

If Jiang Zhimiao hadn't known the truth, he would have almost been fooled by him. Why didn't he realize that he was capable of lying before? I really got to know him again.

She glanced at him suspiciously and murmured: "You're not too shy, you still have to work."

"What? Miaomiao, what are you muttering about? Mom didn't hear clearly." Xu Yourong glanced at her confusedly and said in confusion.

"Nothing," she said with a smile.


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