She became rich after being dressed as a group pet

Chapter 403 This Stool Is Pretty Good
Mrs. He hurriedly came over from the side, squealing, "Zhishu, you didn't study hard at home, why did you come here?"

When she roared like this, everyone's eyes focused on Zhishu He.

If you want to go again, it will not be so easy.

He Zhishu quickly hid the mahogany comb in his arms, and walked quickly to Mrs. He, "Mother, I'm just wandering around, I'm so bored, I'm going back."

"It's good to go back quickly. There are too many people here. Be careful not to bump into you. Besides, they have to go to the dam to eat at noon. There are so many people who can easily spread the disease. Don't go." Mrs. He warned carefully.

The villagers who lined up did not follow.

It's such a good day, why is it so hard for Mrs. He to say it?
"I said Mrs. He, what's wrong with us? We all belong to the same village and drink from the same well. If you really got sick, would you still live to this day?"

"That's right, you're still running afoul of your family's He Zhishu. Let's give gifts to Mianmian right here, are we hindering him?"

"Aren't you jealous?"

Mrs. He twisted her cheeks in anger, and pointed her finger back at the tip of her nose, "I'm jealous of her little girl? What are you kidding, what's there to be jealous about! Isn't it just two extra gifts, who cares about it!"

A villager said, "You don't have to be rare, maybe you are in a hurry to give gifts, maybe you want to curry favor."

"How is it possible, stop farting." Mrs. He was furious.

The villagers turned to Zhishu He who was next to him, and said, "If it's not for flattery, why is Zhishu He here?"

"My family Zhishu came out to find inspiration to write a poem, how could he give Jiang Zhimian a gift, you are so crazy!"

Everyone also knows that Mrs. He and the Jiang family are at odds.

To be precise, he didn't get along very well with the whole village.

After all, she thought that He Zhishu could be admitted to the top prize, so she didn't think highly of everyone.

Seeing what she said now, she pouted, "You can say whatever you want, if we can be as rich as we are now if we are crazy, then there is nothing wrong with continuing to be crazy."

He Zhishu couldn't take it anymore.

He was caught in the middle, and it was hard to say anything, so he had to persuade Mrs. He, "Mom, let's go back, I still have articles to write."

"Hmph, stop talking nonsense from now on, if my family governor gives that girl a gift, I'll wring my head off and use it as a stool for you!" Mrs. He said.

Hearing this, He Zhishu's eyelids twitched, and he tugged at He's old lady again, "Let's go."

As a result, Mrs. He was so excited that she raised her hand and hit Zhishu He on the chest. The mahogany comb hidden in her bosom fell to the ground.

It was a brand new mahogany comb with a crooked safety knot tied on it, which Zhishu He made himself.

The villagers froze for a moment, and then burst into loud laughter.

"Mrs. He, there are so many of us, and we sit alone for a while, your head is enough!"

Mrs. He's face turned blue and red, wishing to comb the mahogany on the ground and stare directly at it into a pile of ashes.

She didn't expect that her son would actually come to give Jiang Zhimian a gift.

After all, this mahogany comb was given to young girls, and he had seen the rope used for safe knots in He Zhishu's room.

At that time, I didn't pay much attention to it, but I never thought that letting go has become a big mistake today.

How should I pay for this field?
While Jiang Zhimian was in the room, he could vaguely hear the noise outside.

Ask Bai Yule and Mrs. Jiang to help me collect the presents, while I go out to have a look.

When passing by, I happened to hear He Zhishu talking to the villagers, holding a mahogany comb in his hand.

"This comb is not for Jiang Zhimian. I don't even know her birthday is today. This comb is for a young lady in the town."

The old lady He who was next to her immediately agreed, "That's right, how can that dead girl deserve to get what our family Zhishu gave me? It's too late for us to bother her. Only a lady from a rich family is worthy of it."

"Could it be a nonsense, isn't this something given to Jiang Zhimian?" The villagers still don't quite believe it, "Don't lie just because you want to save your old lady's head, this is not what a gentleman would do."

Zhishu He gritted his teeth, "Of course it's true."

He and Mrs. He have lived together for so many years, although he also knows that she has a bad personality, but at this juncture, he can't watch her being laughed at by everyone, right?
Blocking the reputation of a gentleman, he still lied.

The villagers felt that it was boring, and turned back one after another, continuing to line up.

He Zhishu also breathed a sigh of relief, but when he turned his head to look at Mrs. He, he saw Jiang Zhimian in the crowd again.

She stood there, with a bitter smile on her white and delicate face, and her eyes were shining like delicate flowers covered with dew.

Involuntarily, He Zhishu's heart tightened.

Jiang Zhimian must have heard those words just now!
She was very sad when she learned that she was going to give a mahogany comb to another girl, right?
Subconsciously, He Zhishu planned to explain to Jiang Zhimian.

But before he had time to lift his foot, the old lady He grabbed his arm, "Go, Zhishu, let's go home, these people are really boring, don't hang out, those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black."

Some villagers joked, "Don't worry, Mrs. He, your Zhishu He will definitely not, otherwise, after getting along with you for more than ten years, I should learn how unreasonable and hysterical you are!"

Hearing this, Mrs. He walked faster.

He Zhishu was dragged away abruptly, he didn't have a chance to talk to Jiang Zhimian, and he regretted it in his heart.

But Jiang Zhimian is here.

Standing in the crowd, watching He Zhishu go away, she couldn't help but let out a long breath.

The smile that was happy just now curved up a bit.

She was so happy to learn that He Zhishu had someone she liked.

It can be regarded as a successful end to the original owner's evil relationship.

Since then, Zhishu He has nothing to do with her.

No, it still has something to do with it, after all, it belongs to the same village.

In the future, when He Zhishu gets married, she will still go to seal a big red envelope to express her congratulations.

Thinking about it, Jiang Zhimian clapped his hands, turned around and went back into the room, continued to receive gifts, and carefully wrote down what everyone sent.

A thick stack of gift lists is all about everyone's love for her.

She will remember all these loves, and in the future, when everyone needs them, she will repay them.

At this time, Xiao Gufu ran in from outside the house, holding a box in her hand.

"Third sister, a gift." He said in a childish voice.

Jiang Zhimian was curious, "Didn't you give it away, what is this, another ceramic doll that holds copper coins?"

　La la la la, good night~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)