Zhao Yanping came back in the evening.

Gillian looked at Old Mrs. Zhao carefully.

Old Mrs. Zhao dared not confront her grandson. If her grandson was so angry that she really drove away Ah Jiao, Ah Jiao went out to pass the news, would she still have the face of her grandparents and grandchildren?

For the sake of money and face, Old Mrs. Zhao chose to pretend! Her grandson pretended to her, and she also pretended to her grandson. Anyway, she and Gillian joined forces to deal with her grandson. If she didn't believe it, she wouldn't be able to fight this stubborn donkey!

She held back, but Old Mrs. Zhao was still angry. When Zhao Yanping came back, she surrounded her grandson to observe and ask about her well-being. Today, Old Mrs. Zhao didn't even look at her grandson much, but she was more kind to Gillian, as if Gillian was the girl of the Zhao family, and Zhao Yanping was just a son-in-law who married into the house.

Zhao Yanping noticed the strangeness. The old lady was obviously dissatisfied with Gillian in the morning. Why did she turn around in the evening?

Old Mrs. Zhao did not mention the reason, and Zhao Yanping only thought that everything was peaceful in the family. After going to bed at night, he asked Gillian from the side of the bed: "What happened at home today? The old lady seemed to have complaints about me."

Gillian's care was almost exhausted. The official made a case like a god. Can she successfully fool her?

His heartbeats accelerated, and Ah Jiao whispered: "Official, if, if, in order to please the old lady, I deliberately pushed the wrong on you when the old lady blames me, would the official be angry?"

Zhao Yanping suddenly understood.

In the morning, the old lady came to listen to the door and thought that Gillian was messing around with him, so the old lady taught Gillian a lesson, while Gillian looked at him resentfully. With the old lady's temper, after he left, the old lady must have scolded Gillian again. As soon as Gillian was anxious, she pushed the mistake on his head and made up some lies he forced her.

Zhao Yanping was not angry. It was not easy for her to get caught between him and the old lady. It was the most important thing to be able to get along well with the old lady.

"No, you can adapt to the situation and don't worry about me." Zhao Yanping encouraged her.

A Jiao was secretly happy and bit her lip and said, "This is what the official said. One day the old lady scolds you, so the official can't be able to pay the debt."

Zhao Yanping nodded.

After a moment of quietness, Zhao Yanping said again: "I went to Qinghe Street during the day and saw three stores selling them. The two big ones were too expensive, so don't think about it. The smaller ones used to sell needlework, but they were not considered shops. They just built a shed outside next to the wall of the owner's house, just facing the street. The owner is old and cannot make needlework, so he wants to sell the shed. He hopes to find a clean buyer and not make the kind that eats too much oil smoke."

Gillian said happily: "Then it's just right for us to rent it. Have you asked about the price?"

Zhao Yanping said: "This kind of shed is not easy to sell, and her family has many conditions. Just rent it for one tael of silver a year."

When Ah Jiao heard this, she wanted to get up immediately and find someone to sign the rental document.

"Official, you only took Miss Shen Ying over at the end of the month. What if the shed was rented by someone else in the past nine days?"

Gillian asked anxiously.

Zhao Yanping said: "Don't worry, I have some friendship with their family. They promised to leave it for me until early October and will not sell it to others until then. Don't worry, go and check it out tomorrow morning, and it's at the intersection north of Ping'an Bridge. After seeing it, you will decide whether to buy it."

Jiao was so excited that she thought about it and said worriedly: "If I go out, what excuse should I use to say to the old lady?"

Zhao Yanping thought about it for her and stuffed a piece of silver over: "You will dry the silk that the adults gave you tomorrow. The old lady will definitely be envious. At that time, you suggested taking the old lady to the satin shop by the river to take a look, pulling a piece of satin to make new clothes for the old lady for the New Year. You can see the shed as you walk along the way."

Gillian said admiringly: "You are so awesome, you have calculated everything."

Zhao Yanping only told her one thing: "Including these two silvers, you have already spent four taels of silver on your name. When the old lady asks about how much dowry you have left, you say there are six taels left. Don't let the old lady know your uncle. The wife gave you ten taels respectively. It's okay for the wife to let the old lady know that your uncle secretly gave you money. She will inevitably provoke your aunt and cause trouble."

When Ah Jiao heard this, she covered her chest with her hands, and was scared. Fortunately, the official was as careful as he could, otherwise the matter would have been a mess again when the matter reached her aunt's mouth.

"I remember, and the official also wants to remind me from time to time that my mind is not as useful as you, and I am afraid I will forget it." Gillian said seriously.

Zhao Yanping will never forget it. He doesn't like quarrels or the old lady causing trouble everywhere.

The weather was clear the next day. As the official mentioned, Jiao took out the bedding used in the east and west rooms to dry it, then took out the official's books to dry it one by one. Finally, she moved the entire box and satin cage to the yard and placed the bright and beautiful satin in the sun.

Old Mrs. Zhao was sitting in the room, but when Cui Niang was fussing and shouting "Beautiful" and "Slim" and so on, Old Mrs. Zhao walked out in confusion.

Seeing the silks that swayed lightly in the wind, they were all bright colors that the young bride liked, Old Mrs. Zhao's eyes were filled with envy and greed.

Although she is a yellow-faced old woman now, when she was young, she dreamed of having a satin skirt, dressed up beautifully so that all the men in the village were fascinated by her. Now she can't wear such bright materials, but these satin can still be sold for money, and it's at least dozens of taels for exchange for silver.

"Miss, please make some clothes for yourself. You must look good in your clothes." Cui Niang encouraged Jiao to say that there is a fairy-like beauty at home. Cui Niang is more motivated to do work. The little lady who works well will praise her. Unlike an old lady, she knows how to pick her faults everywhere.

Gillian looked at Old Lady Zhao at the door of the main hall.

Old Mrs. Zhao snorted: "Do it if you want to, and see what I do. I'll urge you to do it a few things early in the morning."

Gillian touched a lotus-red satin and whispered: "I think the old lady is not wearing silk clothes, so I don't wear them by myself."

Just as Mrs. Zhao was about to speak, Jiao suddenly thought of something, walked to Mrs. Zhao quickly and said with a smile: "It's better, I'll accompany you to the silk shop to check it out, pick a good piece of material to make you new clothes for the New Year, and then I'll bring one for the official. At that time, our whole family will dress brightly and celebrate the New Year, which is so festive."

Old Mrs. Zhao rolled her throat and swallowed her saliva. She had already guessed what Ah Jiao meant, but she still deliberately cried and said: "You think it's beautiful. It's not easy for an official to earn money to support the family. I spent all my savings on the door handle. How could I buy silk if I have money?"

Gillian said embarrassedly: "I asked the official to spend money. I have no place to spend the money. I just bought the materials and respected you."

Old Mrs. Zhao was overjoyed.

The betrothal gift he took out was taken back. Old Mrs. Zhao wanted to do it, but she had no shame to do it. The betrothal gift was always in Gillian's hands and had nothing to do with her. Now Gillian took the initiative to take it out. Although it was a waste of buying silk, it was spent on her and her grandson at least.

"Okay, it's hard for you to be filial, so let's go to the street." Old Mrs. Zhao saw that Gillian really liked her a little bit, but she didn't say anything about it. This child knew how grateful and was enough.

"I'll go too." Cui Niang looked at Old Lady Zhao with a flattering look.

Old Mrs. Zhao was in a good mood and was accurate. Before going out, Old Mrs. Zhao pointed to the silk in the yard and told Guo Xing: "Let me take a close look. If you lose it, you will see how I will deal with you!"

Guo Xing quickly promised that he would never lose his things.

Old Mrs. Zhao didn't expect that he didn't dare to let A Jiao support her and set off like an old lady from a wealthy family.

She does have a good reputation when she appears. This neighborhood is full of ordinary families. There are few families who buy maids and even fewer concubines. Only Mrs. Zhao, whose grandson has a promising future, is valued by the county, and there are maids and servants at home. Now there is another concubine who knows how to please her. Who doesn’t envy her?

Qinghe is Qinghe where Ah Jiao came to wash clothes before. The scenery here is beautiful and the waterway is convenient. Although it is not the main street of the county town, there are also many shops on both sides of the river bank, which is one of the streets worth visiting in this county. Especially during festivals, due to the good scenery, the banks of Qinghe River are more lively than the main street of the county town.

There are seven bridges on the river bank, and the name of the bridge is written above the bridge hole of each bridge. While holding Mrs. Zhao, Jiao pays attention to the stone bridge and the shops on both sides. When passing the third bridge, Jiao finally saw the shed that the official mentioned.

The shed is better than A Jiao imagined. It faces the street and is built on it, with a shed on the back next to the wall, on the left side of the door of the house, and on the right, it is made into a door, and a straw mat curtain is also installed on the door to shelter from the wind and rain. The side facing the street is a counter made of wooden boards, which is more than enough to put on rouge. A Jiao can even make some needles and threads together.

"Old lady, what does that shed do?" Giao asked Old Lady Zhao deliberately curiously.

When Mrs. Zhao met, she explained: "The old lady in that family was a good girl when she was young. Later, her man died. In order to support her family, she built this shed to sell needles and threads. A few days ago, I saw her, but her eyes were no longer good and could not move. Her daughter-in-law was stupid and said she wanted to sell the shed."

Gillian: "So that's the case. You are lucky enough to pull the official so promisingly. You can enjoy happiness when you are old."

Old Mrs. Zhao sniffed softly: "What's the good thing? I'm about the same age as me, my grandson can suck fish, but my grandson has not yet seen her."

As he was talking, the door of the house opened and the three children ran out. The brother was about ten years old and the younger sister was seven or eight years old. The youngest brother seemed to be five years old. The two brothers were strong, and the younger sister ran to play happily.

The look of the old lady Zhao looking at the three children was even more envious than her looking at Gillian's silk.

Gillian was also envious. If possible, she wanted to give birth to a child for the official.

But Ajiao still remembers the taste of the bowl of Juesi Soup, and even more, the pain of having a knife squeezing her belly, and life is worse than death after drinking Juesi Soup.

His eyes turned and he fell on the shed again.

A fire ignited in Jiao's heart.

The child is destined to be gone, so she must open this shop well and make money to support herself!

Old Mrs. Zhao is still frugal and wants to buy silk, but it is too expensive and he is reluctant to let it go. He only picked a piece of satin for himself. Because Gillian took the initiative to buy it for his grandson, Old Mrs. Zhao slaughtered Gillian and picked a piece of dark satin for his grandson. The grandson looked cold and wearing dark colors was even more imposing.
Chapter completed!