"What day?" Zhao Jin'er really didn't know.

"Today is your day to go back to the door for three days!"

Old Mrs. Qin sighed, "As soon as you left the house yesterday, Asu told me about this. But you also know his illness. It is impossible to accompany you to your parents' home for a while. If you go back alone, you should ask the neighborhood houses to poke the backbone? Let the milk go together, and it will be better for you to accompany you to accompany you to make a comeback. It will be a blessing for Asu and his in-laws and aunts. When Asu's health is convenient, he will ask him to go back with you to kowtow to your uncle and aunt. It will also be a blessing for you."

Zhao Jiner was stunned for a moment, her eyes were wet and moist.

My parents died early, and she was fostered at her uncle and aunt's house since she was a child.

But how can there be any good life to live under someone else’s roof?

My uncle and aunt were willing to raise her at the beginning, but firstly, my father gave them all his savings during his lifetime at the end of his life. Secondly, she saw that she was eight years old and could help with work, so she took her back and had never given her a comfortable life. When she was fourteen years old, she could even sell her to the Qin family for eight taels of silver. What kind of affection do she have for her?

Unexpectedly, Qin Muxiu and Old Lady Qin thought about her in everything, and had no intention of despising her at all, and seriously helped her prepare for the return of the three dynasties.

She also understood why Qin Muxiu called her up early.

"Mi, you, you are so nice to me!"

"You are my family now. If you don't treat you well, who will you do?"

When Old Mrs. Qin smiled, every pleat on her face showed kindness, "Let's go and sell the fox you picked up first, and then buy some pastries and tea gifts. You can't go back to your parents' home empty-handed."

When the grandparents and grandson arrived at the entrance of the village, Old Lady Qin used her private money to ride a ox cart for them. In less than half an hour, she arrived in the town.

I haven't been here for six years, and the town is more prosperous and lively than Zhao Jiner remembers.

There are many shops on both sides of the street, and there are all kinds of selling.

Old Mrs. Qin was afraid that she would get lost, so she pulled her tightly beside her, neither stopping nor looking around, and walked straight to the fur shop.

The fur has been spread out for almost twenty years, and most of the things I do are scattered business of nearby villagers. Although the shopkeeper saw that an old woman with a half-white hair came in with a girl of fourteen or fifteen years old, she had no intention of being disrespectful at all.

He greeted enthusiastically, "What do you want to buy for an aunt? It's winter coming soon. The new batch of leather sleeves from my house are good and cheap!"

Old Mrs. Qin thought to herself that this shopkeeper is a businessman who can do business, and who doesn’t want to be respected by the rich and the poor?

The poorer the person is, the more willing he is to be praised!

Put the basket on the counter, "I'm not buying things, I'm here to sell things."

This is also common, and the shopkeeper said, "What good goods did the aunt bring?"

Old Mrs. Qin smiled very steadily, "Is he a good product? The judge of the shopkeeper."

As he said that, he lifted the thick cloth covering the basket.

Even after being let on for a night, the unspeakable smell immediately burst out.

The shopkeeper has been in the fur business for so many years, how can he not smell the smell of a fox?

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, "Is it a fox's skin? Or is it a broken?"

Old Mrs. Qin took out the dead ghost fox and said, "It's impossible to do anything else!"

The shopkeeper took it and saw that except for a bite on his neck, his whole body was smooth and pure white.

There are no flaws at all, it is indeed a good product!

It was an old businessman, and the shopkeeper quickly regained his joy, "How much does the auntie plan to sell?"

Old Mrs. Qin said, "Our family is not a hunter for generations. The price is not as good as the shopkeeper's knowledgeable as the shopkeeper. He dares not ask for the price randomly. The shopkeeper's price is given according to the market conditions. Don't just let my grandson-in-law down. This fox was snatched from the wolf."

The shopkeeper was surprised when he heard this, "What do you say?"

Old Mrs. Qin said how Zhao Jiner picked up the fox.

The shopkeeper looked at Zhao Jiner in surprise and saw that she was a few years younger than her youngest daughter.

My daughter is still spoiled at home. This girl has a round face and is still a child. She is already married as a wife. It must be a hard thing, otherwise she would not have done something stupid about robbing food. She will inevitably feel pity.

"Auntie, since you have entered our shop, you can look down on us, and we won't tell you that you are not a fool. This fox is indeed a good product, but he is a man, and he is a little underage, and he is a little bit small, so he is not the best. I'll get you there in one step, 18 taels."

Eighteen taels!

Old Mrs. Qin and Zhao Jiner were both shocked. The harvest this year was fine. If the food in the field was sold for three or four taels, it would be sold for three or four taels. That was the hard work of the whole family for a year!

Such a coquettish fox can be sold for 18 taels, which can match the family’s income for four or five years!

Seeing that both grandparents and grandchildren were not talking, the shopkeeper thought they thought the price was low.

He typed the abacus and gritted his teeth with pain, "Forget it, I earn two less, just treat it as a matter of making your relationship. In the future, there are good things to be sent to me. Twenty taels, no more than a penny. Can you sell them together? If you still feel that they are less, you can go to other houses to ask again."

Old Mrs. Qin, who came out with twenty taels of white patterns and silver, was still a little dazed.

"Girl Jin, you can help your breasts, it's not a dream."

Zhao Jin'er pinched her cheek, "It hurts, it's not a dream!"

"Silly! Is it painful to pinch so hard?"

When Mrs. Qin saw her sweet and silly, she laughed, "I really didn't expect to sell so much money. I originally thought it would be good enough for you to return to your parents' home. Let's go buy some good homes so that Jinyao can also be glorious."

Old Mrs. Qin is not a stingy person, and she is even more generous with money in her hands.

I bought two pounds of four-color tea fruits with melon seeds, red dates, white sugar, and osmanthus cakes. I also added two pieces of pork belly with fat.

Thinking that Zhao Jiner was so troubled by Wang Fengying that she didn't even have breakfast, she took her to the wonton shop and ordered a bowl of fresh meat filling.

"When you have enough, we will drive the car to Luer Village."

Zhao Jiner was reluctant to eat it alone, so she asked the store for an extra bowl and gave it to Mrs. Qin half, "Milk, you can eat some too."

Old Mrs. Qin smiled and said, "I ate two steamed buns in the morning, but I'm still suffocating now. You are a little girl, you can eat it."

The grandparents and grandson pushed for several rounds, and Old Lady Qin was defeated, took the bowl and started eating.

He never forgot to praise him, "Our Jin Yao is a filial girl."

"It's better to treat me!"

The grandparents and grandchildren couldn't tell the truth, but they proved with practical actions:

The kindness between people is always mutual.

After eating Chaos, Zhao Jiner took the basket and said, "I'll carry it."

Old Mrs. Qin became more and more satisfied with the grandson-in-law, but said, "A thing worth about ten pounds can be crushed to death."

Afraid that the oil would come to the refreshment, Old Mrs. Qin took out the meat separately, "You carry the basket, I'll take it."

Zhao Jiner also took it over, "I'll do it all, I'm young, I have strength!"

"This kid!"

The old and the young walked towards the ox cart waiting for business on the street, talking and laughing. Zhao Jiner suddenly stopped, "Milk..."

"What's wrong?"

Zhao Jin'er pointed to the mother and son next to the braised pork stall, "The two in front seem to be my aunt and cousin."

"Isn't that right? Say hello and go back with your in-laws."

Old Mrs. Qin smiled heartily, "My aunt is cutting pork head meat. I'm afraid she's not preparing your lunch back home, but she's also thinking about it."

Zhao Jiner doesn't really believe that her aunt will be so kind to her.

Then I thought, my aunt might think she would go back with her husband today and planned to entertain her niece with kindness?
Chapter completed!