After the Divorce, Me and My Tyrant Ex-husband Got Transmigrated as a Farmers in the Ancient Times

Xia Qianqian couldn't laugh or cry, stepped forward to help Qin's tears, and whispered: "Mother, I have no prodigal, and the money is still there!"

"I don't believe it. Although I have bad eyes, I still see the enamel hand stove. We bankrupt and can't afford such a thing!"

"Mother, all the money is here!" Xia Qianqian reluctantly took the silver out of his arms and gave it to the Qin clan to touch it.

"Really still?" The Qin clan was shocked, stroking Yinzi again and again, loving it.

"Well, I only bought some meat, not willing to mess around."

"I didn't buy it? Where did the enamel hand stove come from?" Qin asked strangely.

Xia Qianqian hesitated for a moment, and said, "The people who bought the tiles saw me pitifully cold and gave them away."

"So good?" The Qin family felt even more strange, "Qianqian, who did you sell the tile to?"

"Sell it to the rich." Xia Qianqian smiled, not saying it was the Gu family, fearing that Qin would be worried. After all, Gu Changsheng's stupid name spread far.

The Qin family is not stupid, and sensitively asked: "The richest person in Pingning Town is the Gu family. You won't go to the landlord's stupid son to sell tiles, right?"

The smile on Xia Qianqian's face froze, and he said, "No, how could I find that fool."

"Well, we are very poor, and we finally escaped the clutches, we have to avoid it. In any case, my mother won't let you marry a fool as a housekeeper."

Xia Qianqian was even more embarrassed. Is she ambitious? not at all!

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The dusk fell together, and snow began to fall outside the house. The strong smell of meat wafted out of the thatched hut, drifting farther away with the wind.

Xia Dinghai and Xia Dingfeng returned from selling tiles, smelling the smell of meat and hungry: "Good smell of meat! It's not yet Chinese New Year, who is stewing meat?"

"Speaking of it, our family hasn't eaten braised pork for a long time. Ming'er and mother talked about buying two catties of meat to stew." Xia Ding was greedy and swallowed.

Others can afford meat, so why can't they not? Lao Xia's family is a big family in Yangliu Village!

Xia Dinghai glared at this delicious lazy brother, and said, "You don't need money to smell the smell of meat, you hurry up and smell it."

Xia Dingfeng: "..."

"Our family has so many open mouths to eat, and two catties of meat will be gone after the New Year." Xia Dinghai rejected the opinion of the third child, "I have just been corrupted by Xia Qianqian for thirty taels of silver, and the public accounts are tight. You. If you really want to eat, you can pay for it yourself."

Xia Dingfeng was reluctant to pay for the whole family to eat meat, touched his nose in a serene manner, and continued to smell the meat in the cold wind and swallowed saliva.

The thin horse pulled the cart and creaked past the thatched house. Xia Dingfeng suddenly reined his horse and pointed to the thatched house: "Second brother, Xia Qianqian is eating meat."

"Impossible?" Xia Dinghai was extremely surprised.

"You smell it, the smell of meat comes from her house."

Xia Dinghai sniffed vigorously, and it really was the smell of meat wafting out of the thatched hut. His mind was instantly unbalanced: Is there any reason to corrupt the money of the old Xia family to eat meat?

"Second brother, let's go and see." Xia Ding was greedy, and he had never smelled such a fragrant meat. How can I say that Qin is also his sister-in-law, and my uncle came to ask for a meal, should he give it?

Xia Dinghai kicked Xia Dingfeng: "A little ambitious, okay? You have to be greedy."

"You don't want to go home first." Xia Dingfeng jumped from the carriage and ran to the thatched house.

Xia Dinghai died of anger and beat the horse back home: "Smelly shameless. I don't want to eat meat for dignity. It's only Xia Qianqian's temper that you can get it!"