Chapter 63 Oolong game

The two-year-old sister-in-law was very supportive.

Immediately raised her little head, and yelled at Liu Qiaoer in a childish voice, "Mother, you have a bad conscience!"

"You bastard, come here and see if I don't beat you to death." Liu Qiaoer raised her hand angrily.

Xiao Gufu immediately hid in Jiang Zhimian's arms.

With the three sisters around, he is not afraid!

That's true, Liu Qiaoer didn't dare to offend Jiang Zhimian, so she had to let it go.

Who made Jiang Zhimian the baby bump in the family, and now she can make money by herself?
When people are under the eaves, they must bow their heads when they should bow their heads!

Smiling embarrassingly, Liu Qiaoer went to the well to fetch water, preparing to wash the Polygonum multiflorum.

After fetching two buckets of water, I squatted down in front of the crockpot and brushed Polygonum multiflorum.

But brushing and brushing, Liu Qiaoer found something was wrong.

The water in the basin has turned black!

The mud on Polygonum multiflorum is yellow, so it is not mud. Although Polygonum multiflorum is dark black, it does not fade.

Looking closely, she found that her hands and arms were faintly black, and she looked extremely pervasive.

Then think of what Jiang Zhimian said just now.

With a cry of fright, he cried.

It's over, not only her conscience is dark, but her outside is also dark. From the inside to the outside, she is definitely hopeless!

The huge howling of pigs attracted everyone.

Mrs. Jiang was putting on the soles of her shoes seriously. When she was interrupted like this, her eyes were about to burst into flames, "Liu Qiaoer, what are you crying for? No one else knows. They thought I was dead and you were crying, didn't you? Expect me to die?"

"Mother, I'm dying!" Liu Qiaoer's eyes darkened.

"What kind of shit are you talking about, why are you going to die?" Mrs. Jiang scolded angrily.

Although she doesn't like this second daughter-in-law who is greedy for petty gain, she still cares about her in the face of life and death.

Liu Qiao'er stretched out her arm, "Mother, look, my conscience is black, it's gone outside."

After staring at those faintly blackened arms for a while, Old Mrs. Jiang spat on her arms.

"Ah, mother, why are you doing this? I'm going to die, and you still treat me like this!" Liu Qiaoer was angry and anxious.

Wanting to wipe off the saliva, Mrs. Jiang still grabbed her arm and did not let go.

Pulling the handkerchief from Liu Qiaoer's pocket, she rubbed it vigorously on her arm.

Then, a miraculous scene happened.

The part that was slobbered just now was wiped back to normal by Mrs. Jiang.

"Mother, how did you do it?" Liu Qiaoer was so excited, "Mother, is your saliva the antidote?"

Seeing Liu Qiaoer's expectant eyes, Mrs. Jiang snorted, "What's the cure? It's because your clothes are fading!"

what?
Liu Qiaoer was stunned, unable to believe it for a moment.

The old lady Jiang simply tore Liu Qiaoer's clothes and threw them into the bucket.

I saw that the clear water in the bucket quickly turned black, no different from the black water in the basin.

And this piece of cloth was bought by Jiang Zhimian from the town. It was a large piece of black cloth, which happened to be a jacket for each person, and was used for work.

It was said to be worn at work, but everyone was reluctant to wear it, only Liu Qiaoer couldn't wait to wear it out to show off, who knew it would make such an oolong.

Almost scared her out of her wits!
Jiang Zhimian couldn't help but black line, it turned out that there were fake and shoddy products in ancient times...

And Liu Qiaoer, who found out the reason, laughed through tears, rubbed her arms and kept saying that the Bodhisattva blesses her.

After a while, he held the barrel and wailed again.

"My new clothes are just torn."

In this regard, everyone secretly let out a sigh in their hearts.

Bah, it deserves it!

(End of this chapter)

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