Becoming the Villain's Discarded Wife

She sent someone to inquire.

Shen Zhiyu was indeed Shen Wenchen's son, but that woman didn't know where she came from.

Because Shen Zhiyu's mother-in-law Lin Nanzhi died long ago on the way to escape two years ago.

Lin Nanzhi was not among the people who entered the city that year.

There is no such person in the household registration in Yancheng.

Could it be that this woman was a substitute that Shen Wenchen found?

Su Tao's face was full of disgust when he thought of the tricks played by the wealthy businessmen in Yancheng City.

What a substitute, it's nothing more than personal selfishness pretending to be affectionate.

If she really loved her to death, how could she let someone with a similar appearance take her place?

Thinking that Shen Wenchen might be like this, Su Tao felt a little more pity for the woman who looked like Lin Nanzhi.

It would be really sad for any woman to live like that.

Nanzhi, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, suddenly sneezed. Shen Wenchen was shocked and immediately sat up to check, fearing that she had caught a cold without covering her with a quilt.

After looking left and right, Shen Wenchen breathed a sigh of relief.

Nanzhi was wrapped like a silkworm chrysalis at the moment, so there was no way she would catch a cold.

Looking at her sleeping profile, Shen Wenchen felt a little more angry.

By the time Nanzhi woke up, it was already three poles high in the sun.

The sun shines on the window and slips into the house through the window paper, making people feel warm just by looking at it.

Touching the area on his side, it was already cold, so he slapped his mouth.

Already gone.

After getting dressed and about to go out, Nanzhi caught a glimpse of a wooden hairpin placed on the dressing table.

The hairpin is completely black, but you can't tell what it was made of.

It's pretty ugly.

Guessing that Shen Wenchen might have done it himself, Nanzhi had a sweet look on his face.

Gao Gaoxing tied up her hair with a hairpin and went out.

She made an agreement with her sisters-in-law last night that she would help out at the food stall today so that she could find something to do.

Zhiyu, Lin Zihan and Lin Jian followed Father Lin and the others to the carpenter's shop early in the morning.

The business of the food stall gradually picked up from noon, and Nanzhi just happened to help when he arrived.

Looking at the difference in equipment between his own stall and other stalls, Nanzhi was really shocked.

Other people just set up a stove and a few tables and start doing business, but my own is a solid wood cart that is painted and sanded.

The tables, chairs and benches set out were all shiny and shiny, making Nanzhi almost think he was back at his own night market.

When she was working part-time as a skewer cook at a food stall, she had thought about setting up her own stall to make money.

Naturally, I also searched the prices of stall carts online, and found that the most popular antique carts are almost the same as our own.

"Fat Ya is here?" Mother Lin was busy clearing the table, and her eyes lit up when she saw Nanzhi coming over.

"Hey, mother, how can I help you?" Nanzhi said while bending down to put away the dishes, sighing in her heart.

The business of my snack stall is really good.

Look at the shop selling sesame cakes next door. Not to mention there are no people, not even insects. A pile of warm sesame cakes is lying there, but no one comes to take a look. In the end, they become cold pancakes, but they are still there. Not one is missing.

"Just clean up the table. I have to buy some meat. I'll be back soon."

As Mother Lin spoke, she took off her apron and handed it to Nanzhi's hand.

"Eh."

In response, Nanzhi put on an apron and started packing up. It wasn't until after noon that she felt a little more relaxed.

"Fat Ya, how are you?"

Chen Qiulan had been busy all morning. Now she wiped her sweat and sat next to Nanzhi, asking with concern.

"It's just that my shoulders hurt." Nanzhi rubbed his sore shoulders.

I just helped clean up the dishes for a while, and I couldn't compare to my two sisters-in-law who were always busy.

"Just go back and apply some medicinal wine and rub it and it'll be fine." As Sun Cui spoke, she had already brought up a bowl of "balls".

Looking at the meatballs in the white porcelain bowl, Nanzhi was a little confused. What kind of group food is this?

Looking at the clear soup in the white porcelain bowl and the fat white meatballs inside, Nanzhi swallowed before taking a bite.

The outer layer of the group food is chewy and delicious, but the inside has a different flavor.

After one bite, your mouth is filled with juice, and there is an indescribable deliciousness.

After eating one, the next bowl was quickly wiped out by Biannanzhi.

Not only was the bowl of group food eaten, not even a few drops of the soup base were left.

"Is it delicious? Your sister-in-law is very good at figuring out such good things." Mother Lin nodded with satisfaction as she saw her daughter eating and drinking well.

"It's delicious." Nanzhi nodded truthfully. This so-called group food was like the fish balls he had eaten before, but it was more fragrant and delicious than the fish balls.

For a moment, she really didn't know what was added to the food.

"If it's delicious, eat more." Chen Qiulan was a little embarrassed, as this lump of food was just made by herself. She had never thought that it could be used to make money.

"Sister-in-law's craftsmanship is really good. Now our business here is very good." Sun Cui laughed, remembering that the three of them, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, were exposed to the wind and sun outside and could only earn a little bit a day. , just want to sigh.

But fortunately, things have come to an end and life is slowly getting better. This is the happiest thing.

After a busy day, Nanzhi also had something in mind.

Since it is not a bad thing for a Yancheng woman to do business, why can't she give it a try?

She couldn't stay at home all day waiting for food, and she didn't want to come over and clean the table and wash the dishes every day.

Just as he was thinking about it, Lin's father also returned home with five people, large and small.

When he entered the house, he saw a wooden hairpin stuck on Nanzhi's head, and Father Lin couldn't help but let out a sigh.

"Fat girl, did you buy this hairpin on the street yesterday?" Why does it look so ugly? I don't know which apprentice is out to make quick money.

"...Hmm..." Nanzhi hummed in a low voice, then heard his father continue to speak.

"I'm afraid you and Wen Chen were deceived. Please take off the hairpin and my father will fix it for you." Father Lin's eyebrows furrowed more and more as he looked at the hairpin.

I'm afraid it hasn't been polished yet. If the hairpin is inserted into the head, the hair will be shaved off?

"No, no, no." Nanzhi waved his hand quickly. After all, this was done by Shen Wenchen himself.

Father Lin wanted to say something more, but Mother Lin grabbed the soft flesh around his waist.

Seeing the speechlessness in his wife's eyes, Father Lin closed his mouth sarcastically.

When he realized that it might have been made by his son-in-law, Father Lin sighed inwardly.

I never thought that my son-in-law, who was good at everything, could be so poor at carpentry.

Even a hairpin is so ugly, it seems like I need to teach him a lesson if I have the chance.

Shen Wenchen, who was busy writing, suddenly sneezed, which made Liu Jie, who was about to speak, tremble.

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