After rebirth, I became the villain’s sister-in-law Bai Yueguang

Before half an hour of the appointment, Jiang Wancheng was taken to his room in the backyard to rest for a while by Zhao Jingmo.

After pouring her a cup of tea, the two sat down opposite each other by the window.

Jiang Wancheng asked her curiously: "Your grandma just said some of your past. Can I know what happened to you before?"

Zhao Jingmo sighed slowly.

"It's okay to tell you. It's not a secret in this village anyway. It's just that when I was twelve years old, I was sold to the Wang family in town to be their maid."

Jiang Wancheng was shocked, "You? Were you sold to the Wang family?"

No wonder Jiang Wancheng felt that her behavior was somewhat like that of a daughter from a wealthy family.

Also know some etiquette.

That's it!

It's because she worked as a maid in the Wang family.

Zhao Jingmo glanced at the empty courtyard.

Her mother, aunt, and sister-in-law were all working as prostitutes in their children’s rooms, and all the men in the family had gone out, but she still lowered her voice as much as possible and leaned over: “It’s incredible, isn’t it? My dad My mother sold me for ten taels of silver back then just to marry my eldest brother."

Jiang Wancheng thought of Zhao Er's honest face, but he didn't expect that he was also a man who could sell his daughter.

I immediately felt disgusted with him and lost all good impressions of him.

Sure enough, some people may appear to be honest, but in reality they are nothing like that.

But, had the Zhao family been in such difficulty before?

Zhao Jingmo: "At that time, my uncle's family just opened a small medicine shop. It's not like today when several medicine shops are owned by my uncle."

"However, my uncle really hurts me. After my father sold me, my uncle came back and beat him back!"

"Two years later, the uncle finally talked to the uncle's wife. They went to the Wang family in person and spent ten taels of silver to buy me out again."

"So, my current freedom was given to me by my uncle and my mother-in-law."

Jiang Wancheng asked: "How old are you this year?"

Zhao Jingmo: "Seventeen. What about you?"

Jiang Wancheng: "After my birthday, I should be sixteen."

Although she doesn't remember the original birthday at all...

However, it is an indisputable fact that Zhao Jingmo is one year older than Jiang Wancheng.

"Then I'm older than you, so just call me Sister Mo."

Jiang Wancheng's soul is not small, so she doesn't want to suffer.

So he argued with reason: "Do you want to be friends with me? Then we can't be sisters. I'll call you Mo'er, and you can call me Cheng'er."

When Zhao Jingmo heard what she said, he grinned: "I thought you would dislike me. That's great, Cheng'er."

She held Jiang Wancheng's hand, her eyes filled with bright light.

Jiang Wancheng wondered: "Why should I dislike you?"

Zhao Jingmo's face immediately darkened again.

"I was fourteen years old when I came out of the Wang family. Although I was young, because of my face, when I was thirteen, I was called by the Wang family's young man to serve in his courtyard."

"So, even if I return home now, my reputation will not be clean."

Wang Xiaolangjun?

Jiang Wancheng vaguely remembered that when she and the Wen brothers went to the town to sell mushrooms, they saw a rich child wearing a red robe and a red crown, who looked exactly like Jia Baoyu. It was the child of the Wang family. Mr. Lang, right?

She quickly asked: "How many young men are there in the Wang family?" Zhao Jingmo: "The wife of the principal wife only got such a golden baby when she was thirty-five years old. The rest are not from the principal husband of the Wang family, how many more can there be?"

Jiang Wancheng: "Then he is only about eight or nine years old. How could he possibly harm your innocence?"

Zhao Jingmo's eyes were sad: "People in the world believe what they suspect in their hearts, how many of them are willing to care about the truth?"

Jiang Wancheng was disappointed.

Zhao Jingmo entered the Wang family. Regardless of whether he was innocent or not, his reputation was already damaged.

However, she can think about it herself.

"Although all my cousins ​​who are younger than me are married now, no one dares to come to propose marriage. But in fact, I am very happy."

"It doesn't matter whether you marry or not, all men in the world are the same and there are not many good ones."

"Rather than go to your husband's house and suffer the consequences, jumping from one fire pit to another, it's better to stay alone until you grow old."

"Although I have tarnished the face of the elders in the family by staying at home, I am content that I have not tarnished the reputation of my sisters."

"One day, when I serve my grandma and grow old, if my brothers in the family dislike me for taking up space and eating an extra mouthful of food, I will twist my hair and become my aunt, and I will still be able to survive."

Jiang Wancheng felt that she didn't seem to be speaking out of anger.

Unexpectedly, an ancient woman in a deep boudoir could have such thoughts, which is considered rare.

After bidding farewell to Zhao Jingmo, Jiang Wancheng went out and happened to meet Dr. Zhao who had returned home and was talking to Wen Chaoyan who was waiting at the door.

Jiang Wancheng waited for them to finish speaking before walking over, "How are you, Dr. Zhao?"

Doctor Zhao recognized her at a glance. He smiled and nodded: "Little girl, it seems that your leg has completely recovered now. That's very good."

After expressing their gratitude to Dr. Zhao for the initial treatment, the two said goodbye.

As soon as he turned around, he heard a shout from behind Dr. Zhao: "Dad - wait for me, dad -"

He is Dr. Zhao’s youngest son, Zhao Qinglang.

He ran over panting, carrying a basket of herbs on his back.

It turned out that the father and son of the Zhao family had returned to their hometown to escape the chaos in the town. They were bored every day, so they simply went up to the mountain to collect herbs together.

So now the courtyard of the home is not only filled with racks for drying herbs, but each rack is also covered with herbs.

Dr. Zhao also concocted her own medicinal materials. During this period of time, the drug store was not open, which was a huge loss.

In this way, the cost can also be reduced, and Dr. Zhao is no longer so anxious.

Dr. Zhao is quite talented in medical skills, and he had to meet a good teacher back then, so he is now considered a very famous doctor in this country.

In addition, he is a kind-hearted person, so his drug store business has grown bigger and bigger, and now he has three drug stores under his name.

Naturally, he also wanted his son to be able to inherit his father's legacy, but the eldest son did not have this ambition, and the eldest daughter was married, so he could only place his hopes on the younger son.

Fortunately, the youngest son still looks like he was when he was young. Not only does he have a benevolent heart, but he is also interested in medical skills, so Doctor Zhao is gradually passing on his skills to his son.

He just saw Wen Chaoyan from a distance and strode over.

He wanted to buy some game. He didn't know when the town would be at peace. He planned to use the game to smoothen the relationship and get information.

It's not an option to waste time like this.

That's why I left my son who was squatting on the roadside obsessed with looking at a plant.

At this moment, Zhao Qinglang caught up again.

His eyes swept over the man and woman who were walking away without leaving a trace, and asked his father: "Dad, who are they?" (End of Chapter)