Over the years, Mrs. Wen has been used to being a boy from Shancai here, and the people here have long been familiar with her and are not afraid of her when they see her.

Wen Mianmian got married, and Mrs. Wen prepared carefully, and all the clothes and jewelry were fine. Hua Jingyun Fugui, and all the clothes and jewelry prepared for his little princess were gorgeous. Therefore, Wen Mianmian had never worn old clothes yet. She dressed up in a low-key manner today, and her rich and noble atmosphere also made people around her smell the benefits.

He was not too afraid of being scolded by the guard, but he just hoped that Mrs. Wen could speak for them.

Mrs. Wen knew it in her heart, but she just smiled lightly and ignored everyone, and said to Wen Mianmian: "I'll take you to see a few more?"

Wen Mianmian nodded, and left the yard without saying a word from beginning to end. She walked in the alley through the low courtyard wall and watched the situation of each house. After walking for a while, a lively yard attracted her attention.

A girl was sweeping the floor in the yard, and several men with defects were doing carpentry work in the yard. Although the yard was old, it was not broken and very neat and clean. Under the eaves, an old lady with all white hair was basking in the sun.

Xiaohui, who led the way, said: "This is Uncle Zhu's home. Uncle Zhu knows carpenters and takes several families in the alley to work together."

After saying that, he shouted, "Uncle Zhu, a distinguished guest has arrived."

The people in the yard had long seen a distinguished guest coming, and the door opened as soon as they finished speaking. The sweeping girl hurriedly bowed when she saw someone. Although it was not a standard, it was still quite difficult. "Madam General, please come inside."

Several people entered the door, and the clean-dressed woman brought a bench. The stool looked new and it looked like it had just been hit.

"Madam General, the room is small, I feel sorry for you and you guys sitting in the yard."

"It's okay, come and have a look today." Mrs. Wen looked at the small stools that were not sold yet, "How is the business recently?"

Mrs. Zhu hurriedly asked the girl to go in and rinse the candy water, and she spoke with her. "Thanks to the wife who introduced Changxing Shop to consign on behalf of her, these small items can always be sold for one or two every day, and it's enough to live a life."

Wen Mianmian saw an embroidery rack in one corner of the yard. She walked up and saw that half of the butterfly wings had been formed, but she only saw the needle but no embroidery thread. "Is this the embroidery thread used up?"

Miss Zhu, carrying sugar water, came out and respectfully presented a small porcelain bowl to Wen Mianmian, "Please drink water."

Lingguo came forward to take it, Wen Mianmian asked about the embroidery thread again, and Miss Zhu said, "I just used it today. I will get off the union later and I will bring it back to me."

"How old is your brother? Where to go to work?"

When Miss Zhu saw the beautiful girl in front of her, she was willing to talk to her, her voice was so nice, and a hint of joy appeared on the corner of her mouth, "My brother was moving grain in the rice and grain shop. He was very strong and diligent, and many shopkeepers were trying to use him."

Wen Mianmian asked with a smile: "How are your embroidery good?"

Miss Zhu shook her head in disappointment, "My embroidery is not good, I only know one method of embroidery, which is not easy to sell."

Wen Mianmian understood that this was a lack of skills. Qingge Manwu, who was standing beside her, also had a slight look on her eyes and had an idea in her heart.

Mrs. Wen was talking to the old lady under the eaves. The old lady only had two teeth left, and her face was full of gullies when she smiled, and she was very kind.

Wen Mianmian stepped forward, and before she could speak, the old lady leaned forward and tried to look with her eyes open, "What a handsome girl."

"Madam, is this your girl?"

Mrs. Wen nodded with a smile, "It's my girl."

"Hello grandma." Wen Mianmian stepped forward, "Grandma, you have such a good look."

The old lady smiled with kind eyes, "What a good look, you are so lucky, madam."

Wen Mianmian signaled that Qingguo walked forward with an oil paper bag, "Old lady, this is my girl who gives you a snack, you can try it."

Wen Mianmian ordered people to buy dim sum shops. They chose the kind that was soft and durable, but she still reminded her: "Don't be reluctant to eat it. If you keep this dim sum for a long time, it will taste bad and it will easily hurt your stomach."

The old lady was touching the oily paper slightly. Wen Mianmian waved her hand and sent the tea again, "It's not a good tea, don't put it for too long, shouldn't it smell bad."

After saying a while, the group was about to come out of Zhu's house. Mrs. Zhu turned around and ran back to the house to take out a blue cloth bag. She opened it and saw that it was dried mushrooms. "There is nothing to do. This is what my son has to find out from the city and goes out of the mountain. It is so delicious to stew chicken soup. Don't dislike me, ma'am."

Mrs. Wen subconsciously wanted to push it away, but Wen Mianmian took it over, "I like dried mushrooms and stewed chicken the most, thank you Aunt Zhu."

The Zhu family was very happy about her likes. They sent a few people out of the backyard and then many people came in, and their eyes were all on the pastries and tea in the old lady's hands...

Walking slowly along the way, Wen Mianmian would come in and stand for a while when she liked any other family. Without exception, they were clean and tidy families, and some stopped outside the dirty and messy houses. Listening to the sounds of scolding chickens and dogs inside, he stepped forward. Seeing that there was still the last portion of snacks and tea left, he gave Xiaohui, who had always guided the way for them.

Xiaohui's father was injured, and there was no brother in his family except a 60-year-old man. The mother and daughter took the job of washing clothes for the rich family and barely made a living. Fortunately, her father was unwilling to admit defeat, and was paralyzed in bed and was still lying down halfway up to make some gadgets to go out for a few dollars.

She actually likes such self-improvement very much.

After leaving Yanzi Lane, several people got on the carriage and returned home. Wen Mianmian asked on the way, "Mother, did you have to bring so much rice and noodles when you went to Yanzi Lane?"

Mrs. Wen nodded, "You have also seen that those people who are in danger of peace. If they don't help them, they will probably not be able to survive."

"Mom, don't go there in the future."

Wen Mianmian took a deep breath and said lightly: "If you give this too much benefit, it will be natural. If you listen to what those people say today, it seems that the disability on your body is suffered for your father."

"This person who is paying military pay is always on his belt, and he uses his life to gain a future, and the ending is even more unfair."

"Even if you owe it, it's the court that owes them. Can you still calculate the debt to your father?"

"These gangs also want to help so many worthwhile people."

The most feared thing about her is that she will take your kindness as a matter of course, and even feel resentful.

"I think people can still live."

How could these Mrs. Wen not know that over the years, she had been exhausted physically and mentally. She gradually evolved from her original kind support to a great burden on the general's mansion, and it evolved into an invisible rule that made her begin to disgust.

Seeing her struggle, Wen Mianmian held her hand, "Tell me something to my dad, my dad will understand."
Chapter completed!