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

Zhao Xiaohe's kindness to Zhao Ling just now was actually based on this business deal.

In his impression, his sister-in-law has always been lazy, even sarcastic, and Zhao Xiaohe never expected her to change.

Even now, both of them are doing business together, and Zhao Xiaohe doesn't have much hope.

He just thought that he had taken advantage and thought that if he could stop the other party just once, at least he would not let the Qi family fall into the fire pit again.

But now it seems that her sister-in-law has really changed a lot.

Zhao Xiaohe thought of what Zhao Ling said last night, and now looking at the frankness in Zhao Ling's eyes, his heart could not help but waver.

In fact, there are still risks in doing so.

Zhao Ling could have crossed the river and burned the bridge, paid her off after making money, and then handed all the money to Mrs. Zhao, and she would have been beaten again.

But from now on, she and this sister-in-law will probably have no contact with each other for the rest of their lives.

Even if she comes, she will be coerced like before, but she will never do anything for the other party with her heart.

As for the other party, after using her and getting the money, nothing will be lost.

But Zhao Xiaohe wanted to take a gamble again. He felt that the sister-in-law now was different from before. Just from those eyes, you could see a different style.

If the bet is right this time, maybe there will be new cooperation between the two in the future?

Thinking of this, Zhao Xiaohe raised his head and looked at Zhao Ling, calmed down and said, "Okay, then just follow what my sister-in-law said."

Zhao Ling then smiled and said warmly: "Okay, go in and buy it."

The aunt and nephew entered the shop and went straight to the plain cloth.

These pieces of cloth look very ordinary. They were probably collected last year or the year before. Now the price has been cut by more than half.

Zhao Ling bought a few feet for Mrs. Zhao, and after thinking about it, she also bought a few feet for Old Man Zhao, and finally asked the boss to give some beautiful head flowers.

As a result, all the money in her pocket was emptied, and Zhao Xiaohe later helped her add a few coins.

Zhao Ling couldn't help but sigh: "It's really easy to spend money but hard to make money."

Zhao Xiaohe listened, glanced at Zhao Ling, thought for a while and encouraged: "My sister-in-law is smart. If she can make money this time, she will definitely make money next time."

Zhao Ling laughed and said, "Okay, I'll lend you some good words."

The two bought the things and put them into baskets respectively. After Zhao Xiaohe's basket was opened, the most eye-catching thing was the black cotton cloth with good quality.

But Zhao Ling just caught it with his eyes, pretended not to see it, and stepped across his face.

Zhao Xiaohe glanced at Zhao Ling nervously, and then quietly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Zhao Ling's expression was calm.

The two of them carried the baskets and returned to the ox cart. Unexpectedly, there were a few more people on the cart, and two of them were from Hexi Village.

It was probably rare for them to see Zhao Ling, so they looked surprised when they saw him carrying something on his back.

After Zhao Xiaohe greeted her politely, he found a corner seat and sat down. Zhao Ling sat down next to her and did not speak.

The bullock cart left the town, and after walking halfway, someone finally asked uncontrollably: "Xiaohe, you... came to this town with your aunt?"

There was something in Zhao Xiaohe's basket and he didn't want to be discovered, so his response seemed cold and distant.

She just said "hmm" and turned her head to pretend to look at the scenery on the roadside, which made the woman who spoke feel uncomfortable.

After an awkward silence for a moment, the woman looked at Zhao Ling again and asked, "Is this your first time riding a bullock cart, the wife of Qi Xiucai's family?"

This is said with full irony.

Zhao Ling looked at her, smiled slightly, and said, "Yes, the bullock cart is comfortable and interesting."

Uncle Niu burst out laughing when he heard this. When he realized that the speaker was Zhao Ling, he quickly shut his mouth after realizing it.

But the woman looked at the bamboo basket next to Zhao Ling, her eyes piercing into it: "After all, he is a scholar and has a strong foundation. How can he buy so many things after everything is so ruined?"

His tone was sour, as if he wished she could take Zhao Ling's place.

Zhao Ling just smiled and said nothing, but Uncle Niu in front of him said: "How can Qi Xiucai's family have any foundation? What happened today is the money these two girls got from selling things."

The woman suddenly opened her eyes and asked curiously: "Selling something? What to sell?"

Uncle Niu said cheerfully: "Shampoo, yes, that's what it is. A bottle of twenty cents is not cheap, but many people in the town buy it. If it were left in our village, who would be willing to spend money to buy this thing?

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The price of a can of twenty cents instantly shocked the nerves of other people on the bullock cart.

A few of them heard people mention the word "shampoo" on the street and couldn't help but interjected and asked: "What kind of shampoo is it sold by your aunt and nephew?"

Zhao Ling glanced at her and didn't answer.

Perhaps everyone knew that Zhao was not easy to mess with, so they simply went towards the good-tempered Zhao Xiaohe: "Xiaohe, why didn't you see that this girl of yours has this ability? What does that shampoo you sell do?"

The person who asked the question stared straight at Zhao Xiaohe. Zhao Xiaohe didn't want to say anything, but he was too thin-skinned to get through it, so he could only say in a low voice: "He is the one who washes his hair."

"Wash your hair?" the man asked, "Isn't it enough to use soap locust to wash your hair?"

Zhao Xiaohe could only say vaguely: "It's almost the same."

But her attitude made several people curious.

Just as he was about to continue asking, Zhao Ling's expression suddenly changed, and he clasped the wooden cart tightly with both hands and tilted it toward Zhao Xiaohe.

Everyone was startled by her sudden movement, and Zhao Xiaohe even asked in surprise: "Sister-in-law? Sister-in-law, what's wrong with you?"

When Uncle Niu heard the sound, he quickly stopped the cart and turned back to look at Zhao Ling.

I saw that the young woman who was fine just now had a pale face now, and her forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

Whether it was because of pain or something else, the hand she held on to the wooden trolley was so hard that it turned white and blue. Even the lip she bit unconsciously had blood beads on it.

The pain was devastating and overwhelming, making Zhao Ling suffocated and unable to breathe.

But unfortunately, I don't know if her physical condition has improved, or if the system just wants to torture her, but she still maintains a clear consciousness no matter how painful it is.

Zhao Ling couldn't sleep, and his eyes even widened even more, with thin red blood streaks appearing.

From Zhao Xiaohe's point of view, she is almost an evil ghost with split eyes and a ferocious face.

Zhao Xiaohe was scared and at a loss, his eyes were red, but he still held on to Zhao Ling.

The people on the oxcart were so frightened by what happened to Zhao Ling that they didn't dare to move. Old Uncle Niu was the brave one, so he hurriedly called out to a few people and said, "This lady from the Qi family looks like she is ill. You'd better hurry up and carry her to the hospital.

What if something goes wrong?"

Several women who were riding in the car were so frightened that they got out of the car to avoid them, for fear of getting involved with them.

Uncle Niu had no choice but to say to Zhao Xiaohe: "Look after your sister-in-law. I'll drive the car to the town and see the doctor."

Zhao Xiaohe was about to agree, but Zhao Ling suddenly opened his eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "No... no need!"