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

Zhao Ling had already walked out of the yard with Xiao Hua.

Zhao Xiaohe walked slowly carrying things on his back. When he arrived at the gate, he was stopped by Liu Wenhui who came out of the house.

"Xiaohe, are you back?"

Liu Wenhui spoke softly and softly, with a delicate look in her beautiful eyes.

Zhao Xiaohe had never been able to say anything harsh to such people, so he smiled in embarrassment when he saw this, "Yeah, I just came back."

Liu Wenhui looked at the bamboo basket behind her and cautiously asked, "Did you buy something?"

Zhao Xiaohe immediately calmed down and took a few more steps towards the gate.

"Yes." She said, glanced at Zhao Ling who was frowning outside, then quickly looked away and said, "Aunt Liu, my sister-in-law is still waiting for me, I'll leave first."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Xiaohe ran out quickly carrying his things on his back.

Liu Wenhui wanted to ask something else, but when she took a few steps forward, she found that there was no one outside the gate.

She stood in the courtyard thinking about it, and finally walked to the kitchen.

As soon as he entered, he found that the bamboo basket carried by Zhao Ling was placed next to the stove, with a bunch of things in it.

Liu Wenhui hurriedly walked up and flipped through it, and found that in addition to some food, there were several feet of exceptionally beautiful bright-colored cotton inside.

Liu Wenhui's eyes lit up and she quickly took out the cotton cloth and gestured to herself.

The size is a bit too small to make a ready-made garment, but it is still ok to make a half-length shirt.

Liu Wenhui happily took out the cotton cloth and stuffed the food back. When she turned around, she saw something seemed to be in the pile of firewood.

She curiously walked over and pulled the thing out, only to find that it was a piece of black cloth, which was better than the material she had.

But the color was not very good, so it would definitely be impossible to make clothes for her. Liu Wenhui frowned regretfully. But then she thought, Qi Shu could wear this too, so why not take it back and make clothes for Qi Shu.

Thinking of this, she picked up two pieces of cloth and walked out of the kitchen.

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As soon as Zhao Ling and her children entered Hexi Village, they were stopped at the intersection.

He was a half-grown boy. Zhao Ling looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who he was.

As soon as the other party spoke, she understood: "You are the eldest grandson of the uncle? The brother of the kid I beat, right?"

When Zhao Ling mentioned this matter, the young man bared his teeth at Zhao Ling like a wolf cub: "My grandpa said that since you married and became the wife of the Qi family, you are no longer a member of the Zhao family. We in Hexi

You are not allowed to come back to the village."

Zhao Ling's expression calmed down and he said leisurely: "Is there any law in the world that says a married woman cannot return to her parents' family? Besides, there are more than just the Zhao family in Hexi Village. Is it possible that your grandfather wants to be the sole leader in Hexi Village?"

The young boy was only thirteen or fourteen years old. He seemed to be somewhat knowledgeable and reasonable, but when it came to talking, he could not match Zhao Ling.

As soon as Zhao Ling said these words, his face immediately turned red and he hesitated and couldn't speak any more.

Zhao Ling took a few steps forward and saw that the young man was still blocking her way. He raised his eyebrows slightly and said coldly: "If you think about it, if you don't let me in today, I will sue the official now. I want to see it."

Look, can the lobby uncle get over the head of the county magistrate?"

The words "county magistrate" were enough to break the last straw in this young man's heart.

Although he was reluctant in his heart, he also got out of the way and just followed Zhao Ling step by step.

Zhao Xiaohe looked back, looking a little hesitant, but in the end he didn't say anything.

When a few people arrived outside the Zhao family's gate, the young man left with a face.

Zhao Ling ignored him and knocked on the door.

After waiting for a while, someone came and opened the door. The first time Lin saw Zhao Ling, she reflexively shrank her neck.

After seeing Zhao Xiaohe following Zhao Ling, his eyes lit up and he whispered: "Xiaohe."

Zhao Xiaohe looked at Zhao Ling, who first said hello: "Sister-in-law."

After that, she reminded the little flower in her arms to call someone.

Xiaohua had no impression of Mrs. Lin. When Zhao Ling taught her, she simply shouted: "Auntie."

Mrs. Lin smiled coquettishly, stepped aside to let a few people in, and then set her sights on the bamboo basket behind Zhao Xiaohe.

After Zhao Xiaohe winked at her, Mrs. Lin didn't say anything, and everyone followed her into the house.

Mrs. Zhao was shouting curses through the loudspeaker as usual, but today the person being scolded changed from Lin to Yang.

Hearing the movement in the yard, Mrs. Zhao looked over while cursing. When she saw it was Zhao Ling, her eyes suddenly lit up: "Ning Ning? Why are you here?"

Hearing her cursing words stop suddenly, Zhao Ling laughed and said, "I haven't been back to see mom and dad for a while. Come back for a visit."

"Quick, quick, let's go inside first." As she said that, Mrs. Zhao looked at Xiaohua again, looking like she was hesitant to speak.

Zhao Ling's heart moved and reminded Xiaohua: "Did Huahua forget to call someone?"

Xiaohua looked at Mrs. Zhao timidly, and after a while, she muttered: "Grandma."

The child's voice was sweet, soft and waxy, and Mrs. Zhao's face instantly looked like an autumn flower, with layers of wrinkles appearing from laughter.

Welcoming Zhao Ling, she saw Zhao Xiaohe following behind, carrying a bamboo basket. Like a face-changing master, she immediately said with a cold face: "Why are you here too?"

The trace of expectation that overflowed in Zhao Xiaohe's heart disappeared in an instant, and she couldn't help but grimace.

Zhao Ling turned around when he heard the sound and said to Mrs. Zhao: "I asked Xiaohe to accompany me."

Mrs. Zhao didn't say anything, she just kept staring at the bamboo basket.

Zhao Ling put the little flowers down, took the bamboo basket from Zhao Xiaohe's hand, and said to Mrs. Zhao: "Go to the house, Xiaohe and I have brought you something."

The light in the room was not very strong. Old man Zhao was sitting by the window and cleaning his farm tools. He probably noticed someone entering the room and looked up.

Zhao Ling has been traveling through books for so long, and this is the first time he has met his original father.

There are many wrinkles on his face, and he looks a bit like a farmer, honest and honest, but also a bit dull.

Seeing Zhao Ling, he was stunned for a moment before standing up and saying, "Ning Ning is back?"

There was no particular joy, and there was no trace of emotion on his face, it was just like business was going on.

Zhao Ling learned about the old man's personality from the book and knew that he was born like this, so he didn't say much and just nodded: "Come back to see you and mother."

After that, she put the bamboo basket on the ground, took out two pieces of plain cloth and said, "This is the cloth I bought for you and my mother, so that my mother can make you some clothes when she is free."

Old Man Zhao probably didn't expect it. His expression paused for a moment, and then he turned to look at Mrs. Zhao with some embarrassment.

Mrs. Zhao is younger than him, and her expression is obviously more lively than his.

When he saw the fabric, he took a deep breath and said, "You kid, where did you get the money?"

Zhao Ling said with a smile: "Xiaohe taught me a way to make money, and the two of us went to the town to make some money. We have been married for so long, and I have never bought anything for my parents. Although it is not a good thing, it is considered filial piety.

You are old."

Mrs. Zhao never thought that she would one day be honored by her daughter, and she burst into tears while holding the cloth.