Crossing the Book: The Vicious Female Supporting Woman Was Whitewashed by Fighting with the System

Zhao Xiaohe couldn't tell whether Zhao Ling's words were true or false.

I don’t know since when, her sister-in-law has become invisible to people.

Although she had a smile on her face and spoke more kindly than before, Zhao Xiaohe's intuition told her that if the person in front of her really wanted to embarrass her, he would probably be ten times more difficult to deal with than before.

It's just that the other party doesn't seem to intend to embarrass himself.

So, does she really want to change?

Zhao Xiaohe was suspicious and just asked Zhao Ling again and again: "Then what are you going to do when you get the money tomorrow?"

"Buying daily necessities." Zhao Ling answered the words quickly, as if he had already made a plan in his mind, "Our shampoo has almost zero cost, and the storage time is not long, so it is sold cheaply. It is estimated that all of them will be sold.

I can’t get much money. My family is in urgent need of food rations, so I just bought all the food.”

Zhao Ling's organized and planned arrangements made Zhao Xiaohe feel slightly relieved.

As long as you don't go to a gambling house, that's fine.

If something happens to Zhao Ningning again, she will be in a lot of trouble again.

After asking, Zhao Xiaohe closed his eyes and went to sleep, but Zhao Ling couldn't fall asleep.

After being silent for a while, she suddenly asked Zhao Xiaohe: "My injuries are healed, why don't you go back to Hexi Village?"

Zhao Xiaohe suddenly paused, his slightly bent back seemed to be frozen.

She didn't say anything, only heard Zhao Ling continue: "Stay in the Qi family, as long as I don't care about you, you are free, right?"

These specious words made Zhao Xiaohe instantly vigilant.

She even suspected that Zhao Ling might already know what she did when she went outside.

But Zhao Ling changed the subject and said: "If you have trouble coming out of the house in the future, just use me as an excuse. If my mother asks, I will cover your lies."

Zhao Ling spoke extremely calmly, but Zhao Xiaohe's heart was filled with huge waves.

She almost immediately followed Zhao Ling's words and asked, "Why?"

Even if Zhao Ningning wants to change and compensate, the kindness she unleashes should be directed towards the Qi family, not herself.

Her behavior was obviously purposeful, and Zhao Xiaohe couldn't help but suspect it.

But Zhao Ling was also magnanimous. She said without concealment: "You are very lucky. I want to get some of your good luck."

This is the second time she has said this.

The first time, Zhao Xiaohe didn't take it to heart, but this time Zhao Xiaohe listened.

Is she lucky?

Looking back on the past ten years or so, a look of hesitation gradually appeared in Zhao Xiaohe's eyes.

Although she was born in a farm family and had a mean and biased grandmother, her luck seemed to have been good since she was a child.

No matter whether she goes up the mountain to pick wild vegetables or goes to the street to sell items to make money, her peers always gain less than her. Even some aunts in the village joke with envy that she is a girl with her own blessings.

But all the blessings came to an abrupt end after meeting Mrs. Zhao.

No matter how lucky she is, as long as her grandmother, who beats and scolds her, is weighing down on her head, she will never feel comfortable and free.

Zhao Xiaohe's heart, which had just warmed up, suddenly became cold again. She didn't even want to talk to Zhao Ling anymore, turned her back and closed her eyes without saying a word.

Zhao Ling stared at the red mission countdown for a long time and fell asleep.

…

A new day begins in Hedong Village in the morning mist.

Zhao Xiaohe went out to talk about the ox cart ride, Zhao Ling prepared his things, and the aunt and nephew set off.

The driver was an old man. He didn't pay much attention to Zhao Ningning, but he liked to talk to Zhao Xiaohe.

Seeing that they had brought many small jars, they asked curiously: "Girl Xiaohe, what are you getting?"

Zhao Xiaohe glanced at Zhao Ling, and when he saw the other party nodded, he replied in a gentle and polite tone: "Shampoo, my sister-in-law and I are going to sell it in the town."

"Shampoo?" The old man turned his head curiously, "What is that?"

Zhao Xiaohe followed what Zhao Ling said and did a wave of hard sales.

What can remove oil stains from hair, keep hair black, smooth and shiny, and still have fragrance...

What she said was harsh and serious, but to the other person's ears, it actually sounded sincere.

At the end, Zhao Xiaohe also used Zhao Ling as an example: "Master Niu, please take a look at my sister-in-law's hair, which was washed with this shampoo."

Uncle Niu is too old to look at a young woman.

In addition, Zhao Ningning's reputation was not good, and he was not willing to talk to him. So even if he was interested in buying it, he still didn't look back.

On the other hand, Zhao Xiaohe, after saying these words, licked his lips and felt a little warm on his face.

I had no other thoughts when I said it, and I was still a little embarrassed after I said it.

But she didn't expect that in the next second, Uncle Niu said: "I trust you girl. Since this thing is good, you sell me a can and I will give it to my daughter. She just gave birth to a baby last month.

After that, she said that her hair was falling out every day and her hair was dry and dry, so she was always laughed at by her sister-in-law. You are all girls, so if you think this thing is good, then it will definitely be useful if you give it to her."

Zhao Xiaohe didn't expect this to happen. She immediately turned her head and looked at Zhao Ling. Zhao Ling blinked and signaled her to agree.

Zhao Xiaohe then said: "Okay, I will take it to my aunt to try first. If it works well, come back to us."

Uncle Niu nodded and asked, "How much does a can of your shampoo cost?"

As soon as Zhao Xiaohe said twenty cents, Uncle Niu hissed: "It's not cheap either."

Zhao Xiaohe's face turned red instantly. The little girl didn't know what happened, and she didn't know how to greet people.

Seeing this, Zhao Ling immediately answered: "Uncle Niu is one of our own, we will give it a cheaper price for you. If I sell it to others for 20 cents, I will sell it to you for 18 cents. This jar is paid for. If you don't want the jar, we will give you a discount."

Five cents, just bring the jar back when the time comes."

That's thirteen pennies and a can of shampoo.

Uncle Niu was still thinking about whether to buy it, so Zhao Ling gave him another shot in the arm, "Xiaohe and I are still riding in your ox cart. This trip will cost us another eight cents. You give us five cents.

You can just bring one can.”

When Uncle Niu heard this, he thought that five cents was still acceptable. At worst, he would have worked for free today.

He goes to town every day and takes a villager with him, earning four cents back and forth. Five cents is nothing to buy a can of shampoo for his daughter.

Thinking of this, he nodded and said, "Okay, I want a can."

After finishing speaking, I remembered that these words were said by Zhao Ling, and couldn't help but look back.

When Zhao Ling saw him looking over, he immediately put on a perfect smile.

Perhaps because she lost her previous fierceness, her face became much softer and gentler, which made Old Uncle Niu more pleasing to the eye.

When he looked away, he took another look at Zhao Ling's hair, which was really black and shiny.

Uncle Niu couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Young children just need to do something serious. It's so good now..."

Zhao Ling naturally knew that he was telling her the story, so he didn't say anything or refute. He smiled and sat quietly again, acting like an invisible person.