Yuan Wense deeply feels that there is no harm without comparison.

Compared with her grandma, a top-notch woman who always sits on the ground with a broken face, slapping her thighs and acting playfully, her sisters-in-law who like to put on a show are cuter.

She now feels that if she goes back, she really won't be able to adapt to her relatives who have a straightforward style. Not only her grandmother's family in the countryside, but also her uncle's family who have been out of business since the factory closed down, are also very troublesome.

Oh no, she already has a headache just thinking about that mess in modern times.

Mom is in love. She is such a sweetheart, but she looks so perverted and vulgar. To be honest, she is not as good as Uncle Wang next door. Uncle Wang has a car and a house. He can drive a taxi for 10,000 to 20,000 yuan a month. Compared with

What's not good enough is more than what's bad, he's good-looking, has a good personality, and is an economical and practical man.

Yuan Wense covered her head. When she came to the Qing Dynasty, she hardly spent too much time thinking about modern times, because she spent a year here and modern times only lasted one night.

Her longing for her mother turned into a joke through such a strange time exchange.

Lao Shi glanced at Yuan Wense and saw that she was distracted. He knew it had nothing to do with her and felt a little more at peace. "What on earth is going on?"

Lao Jiu took a look and said, "I don't know. Find someone to ask."

Lao Jiu recruited a familiar servant to come forward and ask, "What happened?"

This slave, whom Lao Jiu was familiar with, was very interesting in what he said. He answered in a loud voice, and basically everyone could hear him, "Replying to Lord Beile, just now, the Twelve Fortunes have worshiped. As soon as the incense is put on, the incense burner will explode.

Then Ba Fujin said that Concubine Wei had appeared, and the little ones became panicked and lost their minds."

Lao Jiu said: "What on earth is going on?"

The servant said blankly: "Some ashes from the incense burner exploded, but nothing serious happened. I don't understand the rest." The servant is not a Taoist priest. He will not serve ghosts and spirits, okay?

Third Brother said: "As long as it's okay, you dog slaves are just barking nonsense."

He thought he was trying to level the playing field, but everyone in Fujin rolled his eyes at Lao San, "Can you speak human language? You are the one who is yelling nonsense, and your whole family is yelling nonsense!"

But all the brothers basically glanced at Ba Fujin with disapproving eyes. This non-stop woman, just blow up the incense burner to get some ashes. Maybe there is something wrong with the incense, or maybe it is Twelve Fujin.

When it comes into contact with lamp oil or water while burning, do you think you need to say that Concubine Wei has appeared? Are you feeling guilty?

Even the eighth prince looked unhappy and glared at his wife, "You said it doesn't matter how much trouble you usually make. Today is the queen's big day, how can you still bother like this? Why is the queen coming back? What are you worried about? What do you want?"

If you are looking for trouble or want to make trouble, you are not afraid of Huang Ama being angry!

Sanfujin said: "It's all these dead slaves who shocked everyone. Okay, get it straight, let's go ahead and burn incense. Whose turn is it?"

Everyone looked at Thirteen Fujin. Thirteen Fujin was really afraid of ghosts. He received traditional education and respected ghosts and gods...

She was about to cry, no, she had already cried once, her eyes were red, her voice was trembling and broken: "Ten, tenth sister-in-law..."
Chapter completed!