When winter came, Lin Wenshu finally wrote a letter, with three thousand words spreading in the letter, which meant that everything was fine, and Wang Rui and Wang Fang also went to a new school. In the letter, Lin Wenshu asked Ermao tactfully, Jiang Lu thought about it, this

She couldn't answer the question, and she hadn't seen it for a long time.

Because of Lin Wenshu's letter, Jiang Lu asked Fu Peiya to go to the barber shop and perm it after finishing her work for a day.

After the hot, the two of them looked at me and I looked at you, like monsters that neither knew each other, mocking each other mercilessly.

When Jiang Lu returned home with a flamboyant perm, her son Zhou Tian was teasing the rabbit in the yard. Jiang Lu called out "Tian'er". Zhou Tian looked back and was stunned, and cried loudly the next second.

When Mrs. Zhou heard the sound coming out of the inside, she was holding the needle and thread on the sole of the shoe. When she saw Jiang Lu, she screamed, "Oh my god, what's the matter!"

Jiang Lu smiled awkwardly, "Mom, it's me."

Mrs. Zhou couldn't help laughing and quickly went back to the house, afraid that she could not help but meddle in other people's business.

Zhou Tian didn't let Jiang Lu get close, and Jiang Lu was so angry that he threatened to roast the rabbit on the spot.

Unfortunately, Zhou Tianning did not surrender even though he sacrificed the rabbit. Jiang Lu had no choice but to turn back to the room one step and three times.

Zhou Chunhe came back tonight and saw his wife's arrogant hair. She was even more out of her mother. She smiled and disgusted, "Now it's over. My beautiful wife, why can't you think so!"

Jiang Lu looked at herself in the mirror again, and she looked more or less like a flower, but no matter what, even if I shave my head, it would be several streets away from others. Jiang Lu relied on her good foundation,

Trouble once.

When I went to bed at night, Zhou Tian didn't want to be next to her, and even Zhou Chunhe didn't want to be next to her.

"You two traitors, don't sleep with me in the future!" Jiang Lu put her waist on her waist and pointed at the father and mother, feeling like a landlord.

Zhou Chunhe moved his mouth, "You can't smell a burnt smell?"

Jiang Lu picked up her hair and smelled it, "This is the smell of shampoo!"

Zhou Chunhe didn't care, "It smelled bad anyway, so it was very irritating." He hugged Zhou Tian and went to sleep.

He was angry.

Jiang Lu was surprised to perm her hair without his permission.

In his opinion, every trace of his wife's hair belongs to him and needs his consent.

In order to regain the favor of his son, Jiang Lu did a big thing without saying a word - buying a TV.

In fact, Jiang Lu asked someone to get a TV ticket for a long time, which was a whole year later than she expected. Although she couldn't buy a colorful one for Zhou Tian in one step, at least the first one in Wangjiaba Village bought a TV.

Even the village chief doesn't have it at home.

This time, Zhou Tian completely ignored his mother's explosion and pointed at Sun Wukong who could speak human language and somersault on the TV.

Not only is this rare, but there is nothing in the entire Wangjiaba Village. On the night when the TV was bought, the threshold of the old Zhou family was about to be flattened, and there were people standing around in the yard.

Everyone was tacitly aware of it and was waiting to watch TV shows.

Mrs. Zhou was like a peacock with her open-faced peacock, showing off her feathers in the crowd.

Zhou Chunhe simply moved the dining table to the yard, and then moved the TV to the table. The crowd stood or stood, staring at the small screen, and could no longer move it.

Jiang Lu was so familiar with the drama that was being broadcast on TV that she could not be familiar with it anymore. She knew what the next scene was and what the next line was.

Everyone watches TV and she watches everyone. Such scenes are something she has never seen before. In this era where both material and spiritual are relatively simple, happiness seems to have become much simpler.

Jiang Lu thought she could be happier, so she gave her own snacks and distributed the peanuts, melon seeds and candies to the villagers who watched the TV.

Sure enough, the eyes of those people not only showed gratitude but also awe.

Under the moonlight, in this lively yard, Jiang Lu shuttled through the crowd with an explosive head, pouring water for this person and grabbing a handful of melon seeds for this person. She seemed to have felt Lin Wenshu's happiness.

The only thing that was heartbroken at the scene was Zhou Pozi. Jiang Lu bought all the food that was emitted by real money. It was one thing to eat into his daughter-in-law's stomach, and it was another thing to eat into someone else's stomach.

It's right.

In short, it is hard to describe the pain and happiness of Mrs. Zhou in this bowl.

Zhou Chunhe hasn't seen his wife live like this for a long time. He doesn't feel sorry for the food at all, nor does he think his wife's hair is ugly. They are so cute, and under the reflection of the moonlight, they are emitting dazzling light, each one

Hair has its mission.

The next day, Zhou Chunhe went to the same barber shop, permed the same product and came back with curly hair. Jiang Lu couldn't speak for a long time.

"Are you crazy?" A sentence appeared for a long time.

Zhou Chunhe's hand speed was slower this time, "Isn't this consistent with you? How about it, is it okay?"

"It's over, Zhou Tian is about to cry again." Jiang Lu finished speaking, and her mother-in-law led Zhou Tian in.

Zhou Tian looked at his father and mother again, feeling that his parents would never come back, and the crying didn't stop for a long time.

"I'm crazy, I'm tired of living a good life..." Mrs. Zhou hugged her grandson and cursed into the house.

Jiang Lu looked at Zhou Chunhe with resentment, "You are - why bother!"

"Hehehehe," Zhou Chunhe looked indifferent, "Why should we burn my son too?"

Jiang Lu gave him a word: Get out!

During that period, Wangjiaba Village saw that Jiang Lu and Zhou Chunhe were both smiling, one was the TV at 7 o'clock in the evening, and the other was the hairstyle of the couple.

After many years, Jiang Lu still felt relieved when she recalled this scene. She did not feel regretful at all. Instead, she felt honored to bring some different colors to Wangjiaba Village in that barren era.

In this life, you should work hard and have a positive outlook on your own. If you can still bring some jokes to others, that is a merit.

Jiang Lu's private customization transactions have also flourished like her hair.

Although this was just as Zhao Qingqing predicted, it was a little different, even more smooth than she predicted. That winter, Chunlu’s customized high-end ready-to-wear sign resounded throughout the Ershui area.

Those who come to find Jiang Lu to make clothes are either rich or noble. Jiang Lu can't afford to offend anyone, so she just tells the truth. What is not good-looking is not good-looking, what is not good-looking, what is not good-looking is not good-looking, what is not able to do is not good-looking, and what is not good-looking, and what is not good-looking, and it is not good-looking to customers at all.

Giving them hopeless hope, these rich wives think Jiang Lu is real and reliable, and orders are coming one after another.

In the winter of this year, Jiang Lu officially released Chunlu ready-made clothing customization from the clothing store and registered a trademark. At the end of this year, the mall also began to show its scale.

Zhao Bin finally came back.
Chapter completed!