From an Ugly Peasant Woman to a Carefree Princess

"Really? Let this one go!" Ye Biezhi took another one.

This big padded jacket was probably prepared in advance for the little cousin. A Li still fits well.

Ye Chunhua smiled: "This one is excellent."

"Then this one. I'll put it back in your room for you, and remember to take it with you when you return."

"But this seems to belong to the little cousin. Your cousin picks and chooses. It's not like you specially prepared for A Li, but rather like picking a big one from your cousin's clothes."

Ye Biezhi slapped his head: "Oh, it's wrong. I accidentally put it here to my mother."

Ye Chunhua rolled her eyes, but she smiled sillyly: "The cousin is careless. I thanked the cousin for A Li."

Weng's eyes rolled: "Chunhua, I taught you that when you associate with people, you have to come back and forth. Your cousin gave you a gift, do you have to return one?"

"Back, naturally I want to go back."

Weng and Ye Biezhi looked at each other and smiled: "Go back to the lease of the wine shop."

"Okay!"

Weng and Ye Biezhi smiled happily.

Ye Chunhua's voice changed: "The title deed is in my house, but I didn't take it with me. I'll look for it and see what else I have with me."

Weng and Ye Biezhi went down: Who cares about your things? Hey, the hairpin on the fool's head is not bad! Simple and simple, although it is only silver-clad jade, it is not worthy of all ages!

So Ye Biezhi pointed at the hairpin: "Cousin, don't look for it, you can get a hairpin."

Did the cheap husband tie the hairpin for himself in the town last time?

Ye Chunhua had an idea, so she pulled out the hairpin: "Cousin, this hairpin is for you. I will put it on for you. Oh, the hairpin matches the beauty, it looks so tight."

"Mother, do you look good?" Ye Biezhi turned to look at the Weng family.

Weng nodded straight: "It looks good."

Nonsense, can it be ugly? This kind of silver-clad jade skill cannot be made in a small town.

Cousin, please make you proud first, and then let you cry later!

Ye Chunhua gathered her hair, rolled up the loose hair casually, and took a wooden hairpin from Weng's dressing table and tied her hair.

I took a picture of the bronze mirror: Hey, haircutting is really an art work... It’s time to practice.

Ye Chunhua picked up the child: "I'll take my little cousin out for a bath."

It was not until Ye Chunhua left the door that Ye Biezhi got up and closed the door tightly.

Ye Biezhi sat on the edge of the bed, as if shocked, moved his hips uncomfortably. She attached to Weng's ear and whispered: "Mother, this fool cousin, it's not easy to live up to now... Or, let's not have the title deed?"

Weng stared at Ye Biezhi: "You sympathize with her? Who will sympathize with me? Relying on your father's wages to make wine, you can go to the best private school, and you can learn such a good embroidery art? Who will prepare your dowry for you? With that title deed, we are the people who have land in the town and can spend our money more honestly."

Weng’s words earnestly said: "With that land deed, it will be the elder brother of the town who proposes you a marriage! Not the sordid people who face the loess! Zhi'er, you are so good and look like your father. How can you be a peasant woman? You should grow up like this and be an official wife!"

"Don't you like Gu Jiaming, who is from Du's private school? There is no land deed, and you don't live in the town. How can you meet him again? How can you make him look good to you? How to marry him?

Speaking of Gu Jiaming, Ye Biezhi's expression gradually became resolute: "Okay. I will hurry up and get the title deed of that little bastard!"