80’s Fat Girl’s Counterattack

Zhang Xiu'er shook her body. After standing up from the ground, she turned back and shouted at Jiang Jing, "What does my business have to do with you?"

Jiang Jing obviously didn't expect that she would come out to speak for her, but instead complained. Then Lin Guifang went to the door and pushed her nose and face, holding her Zhou family son and stepping on her Zhang family daughter. !

"For the **** things you did outside, asking your family to clean up the mess for you, and even knowing how to yell at your mother, you can kneel to the Zhou family, why can't you see your family well?" Zhang Jishan was furious.

"She's not my mother, my mother is already dead," Zhang Xiuer gritted her teeth and ran out.

Zhang Jishan threw the stick in his hand directly to the ground, and instantly the whole person looked ten years older.

"Ji Shan, don't pay too much attention to the child's angry words," Jiang Jing said, "Go and see her, and don't have an accident."

Only Yu Long and Jiang Jing were left at home, Jiang Jing couldn't help but sighed, and didn't know what kind of evil this was all about!

"Mom, don't worry about Zhang Xiu'er in the future, she won't listen to people," Yu Long said.

"If you want to take care of me, you all live under the same roof. If the Zhou family's words get out, it will not only lose her face, but also make it difficult for you to find her husband's family in the future," Jiang Jing said angrily.

Yu Long laughed, "Mom, are you thirsty or not, I'll go get you a glass of water."

Yu Long trotted back to the main room, took the enamel cup, scooped a little water while no one entered the space, diluted it with tea after coming out, and then ran out across the threshold.

"Mom, drink water."

"I'm not thirsty, you drink it yourself," Jiang Jing waved her hand.

"No, I poured it myself, you want to drink it," Yu Long said.

Jiang Jing gave her a funny look, moved by her sensibleness, and took the cup from her hand. The water tastes a little sweeter than the usual drinking water. Could it be because the daughter poured it for her, so it will have a psychological effect.

Yu Long took the cup from her again. She inherited the memory of the original owner and was also affected by some emotions. Although it was minimal, and Jiang Jing was very kind to her, it was the cornerstone for her to gain a firm foothold in this world. I can give back a little bit.

"Mom, have you noticed that I've lost a lot of weight?" Yu Long turned around.

Jiang Jing originally wanted to comfort her twice, but after a closer look, she found that she had lost a bit of weight.

"I lost a lot of weight," Jiang Jing nodded.

Yu Long smiled and ran into the house again, this time she went directly into the space. She has been studying Poison Classics recently, and found a wooden box in the bamboo house, from which she found a lot of pots and pots, which are essential tools for practicing poison.

What she wants to try now is the poison that can cause hallucinations. She tried it once two days ago, but it didn't work. Making this kind of thing, if there is a slight error in the process, it will fail.

Yu Long did not study chemistry or pharmacy, and his practical skills were not too strong, so he always stumbled at the beginning.

The experiment failed again after half a day, and before her eyes was a mass of charred residue that smelled of paste.

It is far from the shape of the gray-white fine sand powder described in the Poison Sutra. Yu Long lay on the bamboo bed and sighed. As expected, the ideal is very full, and the reality is cruel. She can't do anything if she doesn't listen to her brain.

After thinking about it, she fell asleep. The temperature in the space is constant, which is the most suitable temperature for human life. It is just right that it is neither cold nor hot.

The breeze gently caressed outside the window.

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Zhang Jishan sighed in front of Jiang Jing. Zhang Xiuer was arguing at home that Fei Zhou Bangguo would not marry, which made him very annoyed, and he couldn't bring himself to talk to Zhou's house.

People say that about his daughter, wouldn't it be rude if he ran over there again?

"Third sister, what do you think we should do about this?" Zhang Jishan put his hand in his hair and said sullenly.

Jiang Jing ranked third in the family, so the family called her the third sister. When the man and woman were unmarried, the Zhang family dragged people to propose marriage to the Jiang family, but at that time Jiang Jing looked for the city. A college student who came here, so he rejected the Zhang family's proposal.

Later, the men and women got married, but it was only after good luck that the two came together again.

"Aren't you and the head of the Zhou family a deadly relationship? Go tell him and see what he says, it's good that this marriage is not refunded, otherwise Xiu'er will probably find it difficult to find another family. If the family insists, then we can only do Xiuer's ideological work well."

Zhang Jishan sighed again and again, "It can only be like this. If it's a big deal, I will support my daughter for the rest of my life. I don't care about his Zhou family."

He tapped his palm.

The next day, Zhang Jishan did not go out to work, but went to Zhou's house. He had to go to Zhou's house to ask for an explanation, to see what his house meant.

When he arrived at the door of Zhou's house, Zhang Jishan shouted, "Brother Zhou."

A sturdy middle-aged man came out of the room and responded enthusiastically, "Brother Jishan, come in quickly."

Without being cold-faced, Zhang Jishan's expression improved a little. After entering the house, Zhang Jishan said directly: "You mentioned the marriage first, so I'll ask you, if you don't have a marriage relationship between my Xiu'er and your family, you can say it directly. , my Xiu'er doesn't have to be yours either."

"What do you mean? Isn't the marriage agreed?" Zhou Guangde was a little puzzled.

"You don't know whether it's true or false. Yesterday, your daughter-in-law came to my house to make trouble, saying that my Xiu'er is not worthy of your family and country, and she wants to break off the marriage!" Zhang Jishan was obviously very resentful.

"That stinky **** really dare to do this?" Zhou Guangde and Zhou Bangguo glared at each other, slapping the table.

"Brother Jishan, don't worry, it's all the stinky old ladies in my family who make up their own minds. I have the final say in this marriage. I will count it as I say it. If she dares to make trouble at your house again, I will not kill her."

Zhang Jishan felt relieved, it seemed that he had misunderstood Zhou Guangde before.

"Since what you said, I don't regret it. To be honest, we have been brothers for so many years. It's really not worth it to make a fuss about this."

"Okay, Brother Zhou, don't send me away, I'll go back by myself."

Not to mention Zhou's chicken flying and dog jumping, Yu Long ran to the village primary school again. In front of the village, there was a street selling popsicles. The mung bean popsicles were four cents a piece, packed in foam paper boxes, which were the favorite of all children.

The one who bought the popsicles was an old lazy from their village. He was famous in the village for his laziness. He usually had nothing to do, and would cheat and play tricks. He had a bad reputation in the village. I heard that not long ago, he went to the county town and saw that selling popsicles was making money, so he also started this business.

Of course, he not only came to their villages to sell popsicles, but he basically traveled to several nearby villages every day. He made a profit in the villages, shouted, and a lot of young people came out with a hula, and took money to buy popsicles from him. After one village is finished, go to the next village.

Yu Long knew that rich people in the future would all have such flexible minds. In her day, many big bosses started out by setting up stalls.

"Lazy, how much money can you make a day?" Yu Long asked.

"You really think this business is profitable, and the cost is very high. It's good to have a few cents to make a profit." Lao Lao obviously didn't want to show her the bottom line. When he was able to start this popsicle business, he still went to the county to spend money to find someone to teach him. The way he is here, he wants to talk from his mouth and wants to be beautiful.

Yu Long pouted, but didn't take it seriously, bought a mung bean popsicle from him for four cents, and then ran towards the village primary school.

With her popsicle alone, he estimated that he could earn at least two cents.

"Mr. Yang, Teacher Yang," Yu Long shouted loudly before approaching the gate of the former nunnery.

Teacher Yang also greeted her cheerfully and said with a smile, "Why are you here so early today?"

"Teacher, I bought a popsicle for you to eat."

She handed over the popsicle that was still dripping with sugar water, and Teacher Yang thought, "Have you eaten it yourself?"

Yu Long grinned and said, "Eating popsicles will make you gain weight. I want to lose weight. Teacher, take it quickly, or it will disappear."

After listening, Mr. Yang didn't shirk, but took the popsicle. The weather was hot, and the milky white popsicle was still cold. Mung beans accounted for almost half of it, and the ingredients were very sufficient.

Yu Long swallowed her saliva and could only watch it. It was so hard to lose weight, and she hated it so much. Forcing herself to enter the time of the sage, she stepped into the door, first performed a set of exercises with Teacher Yang, stretching her muscles and bones, and then high-pressure leg training. After a few days of training, she was able to lift her legs to the desk. When she got up, the table just reached her thigh.

Her goal now is to be able to press one leg onto the stone platform where the Buddha statue was once placed in the nunnery, but now there is no Buddha statue on the stone platform. Stone platform to her chest.

She estimated that she is only a little over 1.5 meters now, and she will be 15 years old after this year. Girls develop early, and many of them are set in high school height, and they are almost 15 or 16 years old.

I don't know if she can grow any longer. If she is short at 1.5 meters, then she really has nowhere to cry.

However, with the nourishment of the spiritual spring, she persevered in stretching her muscles and bones, and she should grow again! It will definitely be longer.

Yu Long raised her legs with some difficulty, but she swayed before she reached the Buddhist altar. Teacher Yang came over in time to support her.

The feeling of being stretched is a sour feeling. Yu Long began to practice ballet at the age of five. Almost from the birth of her mother, she was influenced by ballet culture. Dance was like eating and drinking, and it was integrated into her life.

There has never been a moment, as difficult as it is now, her whole body is shaking, and the sweat is soaked on her face, and it keeps rolling from her forehead.

As long as his legs can stand up, there is hope, Yu Long gritted his teeth.

After practicing the basic skills, Yu Long felt sore all over her body, but she was also comfortable. When she went back to take a bath, she added some space's spiritual spring to the water, which has a calming and soothing effect. This is a new effect of the spiritual spring that she developed.

Anyway, a pool of water is not afraid of wasting, it is better to come as you feel comfortable.

However, it cost four cents to buy a popsicle today. It was too expensive. Yu Long couldn't help but be speechless. If only he could make it himself. In the previous life, in the summer, Yu Long was afraid that the sugar content of the popsicles bought outside would be too high and it would be easy to gain weight, so he often made them himself, all of which were low-calorie popsicles.

But at that time, she directly set the mold and put it in the refrigerator, and all kinds of utensils were complete, so it was very convenient, but it was very difficult without a refrigerator.

Yu Long was thinking about how to start this business.

The author has something to say: a month ago, four cents, the red envelopes sent in the group were too lazy to order. After a month, four cents is too expensive, why don't you grab it!

Like being beaten by life.