Pastoral fierce wife busy farming

Chapter 36 Lu Yu Su Shimao

"Wow, your son is the number one scholar? My father is still the emperor! What kind of shrew is he, get out!" The shopkeeper saw that Mrs. Zhao was a shameless hobbit, and wished she could get out of here as soon as possible.

But Zhao's dream of getting rich was shattered, and he was so angry that he threw a splash on the spot.

With a loud voice, she yelled that the restaurant would not pay for her mushrooms, and ran into the lobby, rolling around and cursing.

The diners in the restaurant were all scared away by Mrs. Zhao, who rolled and howled: "You bully me, a village woman, and you won't give me any money for grabbing my mushrooms! If you don't give me the money today, I won't leave!"

The shopkeeper scolded angrily: "You shrew, you brought poisonous mushrooms, why should I give you money, get out!"

Mrs. Zhao is destined to touch porcelain today, and she can't live or die. As long as there is a waiter in the restaurant to pull her, she will yell at others for molesting her, and no one can do anything to her.

"Shopkeeper, why don't you spend money to eliminate disasters?" Xiao Er also had a headache, she couldn't help it, she had never seen such a shrew, she couldn't do business if she made such a fuss.

The shopkeeper gritted his teeth, and his seven orifices were filled with smoke. Who did he offend by doing business so well!
"One tael of silver!" Mrs. Zhao sat on her body and stretched out her hand for money.

The shopkeeper really couldn't do anything about it, so he took one or two years old silver and threw it on Mrs. Zhao, cursing: "Take the money, get out! Next time you make trouble, I will send you to the Yamen!"

Seeing the money, Mrs. Zhao immediately beamed with joy, it was worth one or two taels of silver!Enough to buy a few catties of meat for her Shimao to make up for!
Mrs. Zhao got up immediately after grabbing the silver, thinking that she had gained something today.

But just as Mrs. Zhao walked out of the restaurant triumphantly, he saw Su Shimao clenched his fists on the street with a livid face, and there were a few classmates from the academy standing beside him.

Mrs. Zhao froze for a moment, watching her son subconsciously wanted to say hello, but Su Shimao's eyes were so cold that they could kill someone. Mrs. Zhao stood there for a while, not knowing whether to advance or retreat.

"What the sage said is really true. It's hard to raise a girl and a villain. Seeing him today is really an eye-opener!" A scholar dressed in brocade clothes looked at Zhao Shi with contempt on his face and said.

"That's right. Country girls are really different from our city girls. They have such a pungent style, and they really can't stand it." Another scholar said.

"A gentleman loves money and obtains it in a proper way. How can there be such a fool who insists on money? It's really a declining world..."

Several of Su Shimao's classmates talked to each other, poking at the disgraced Mrs. Zhao, with unabashed contempt in their words.

Su Shimao was trembling all over, and his face was extremely ugly. The young man in brocade clothes said to Su Shimao: "Su Shimao, your family is also from the village, right? Are the girls in your family also like that shrew just now?"

Zhao's eyes fell on Su Shimao's face all of a sudden, his lips trembled slightly, and he whispered: "Shimao..."

Su Shimao looked disgusted in his eyes, and stared at Mrs. Zhao fiercely, showing a "shut up" expression, and then said to the young man in brocade clothes: "Although my family lives in the village, everyone in the family knows how to be polite, so there must be no shrew like that." .”

Su Shimao's words were full of contempt for Zhao Shi, Zhao Shimao looked at Su Shimao with trembling lips, but didn't dare to really call him anymore.

Young Master Jinyi smiled and said: "What Shimao said is that your family is said to be a farming and studying family. It must be a strict and decent family style, and there will be no such vulgar village women."

Su Shimao said: "That's natural. By the way, let's go quickly. The theater will start in a while. Go carefully and find a good seat."

"Go, go to the theater!"

Mrs. Zhao stared at a group of scholars passing by in a daze. Su Shimao's footsteps were in a hurry.

Mrs. Zhao watched Su Shimao leave, but Su Shimao never looked back at her.

Mrs. Zhao suddenly felt that her nose was a little sore, she sucked her nose, looked at the broken silver she was throwing and rolling in her hand, wiped her eyes, and murmured: "Go, buy meat for Shimao..."

(End of this chapter)