The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 113: Get paid

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"Okay, it's all up to you," Zhong Mingwei responded. After a while, he nodded again, "From now on, if you eat fish, I will criticize you."

"Then let's make an agreement like this," Achou smiled and winked at him, "A grown man must keep his word. I'm not good at this. I just hold grudges very much. If you don't give me anything for once, If you find fault, I will hate you forever."

"Don't worry, I keep my word." Zhong Mingwei smiled after her, his eyes a little sore from laughing.

August 15th, the 32nd year of Jiasheng

Ninggu Pagoda.

On this year's Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhong Mingwei and A Chou finally had the stewed fish they had been longing for.

A Chou bought the fish from the market. She went down the mountain early that day. This was the first major festival she and Zhong Mingwei had spent together. A Chou paid great attention to it. Start planning the menu.

Only when he reached the foot of the mountain, A Chou was stopped by Grandma Chen.

"Girl! Girl!" Grandma Chen stood in the fenced yard and waved to A Chou, "Girl, come here!"

"Alas!" A Chou was so busy that he trotted over with a bamboo basket on his back. Looking at the **** in Grandma Chen's hand and the cabbages growing happily in the fence yard, A Chou said with a smile, "Grandma Chen, you plant The cabbage is so good. When I went down the mountain last time, it was just a little bit of cabbage, but now the leaves have grown so big!"

"Where are you now? When you come back next month, the cabbage will be a lot bigger," Grandma Chen said with a smile, while putting down the **** in her hand, opened the courtyard door, and led A Chou in. , while complaining nonstop, "You girl, you are really here to get paid. Why do you keep grinding and moaning and not coming down the mountain? I have been waiting for you for a long time. I thought if you don't come down the mountain, I will kill you." I’m going to send you up the mountain, but I have to get the money to you before the Mid-Autumn Festival, right?”

"Grandma, it's all my fault. You see, I was so busy at home that I forgot about this matter." A Chou apologized and helped Grandma Chen into the room.

A Chou is very busy these days. Autumn comes early in Ning Guta. Although it is only mid-August, it is already late autumn. A Chou has been busy washing and changing the seasons these days. There are a total of five beddings at home. In addition to the miscellaneous blankets and the like, it was enough, but Zhong Mingwei was paralyzed for too long, and Achou tore a lot of quilt sheets for him to use as cushions. Now it is inevitable that he is missing quilts, but It was too expensive to pull quilt cover, and A Chou couldn't bear it, so in the past few days, he cut up some of Zhong Mingwei's worn clothes and made them into sheets. Although the colors looked strange when combined, fortunately, Zhong Mingwei's Most of the clothes are light colors such as moon white, green gray, and bamboo green, so they don't look so out of the ordinary.

"Oh, it's okay, it's okay, I'll do your work first." Grandma Chen said hurriedly.

From Uncle Chen's words, Grandma Chen roughly understood the situation of A Chou's family. It was not easy for a sixteen-year-old girl to run a family and take care of an elder with handicapped legs and feet.

These are Uncle Chen’s original words.

In Uncle Chen's eyes, A Chou is only thirteen or fourteen years old, and he has the appearance of a baby. Naturally, he will not associate A Chou with getting married. In addition, Zhong Mingwei's Due to their age and the way they got along, Uncle Chen naturally thought that they were the elder and the younger. However, seeing that Zhong Mingwei didn't look like A Chou's father, Uncle Chen thought that Zhong Mingwei must be A Chou's uncle. On fire.

"Is Mr. Chen not here?" After entering the room, A Chou asked Grandma Chen casually without seeing Chen Qingxuan.

"Oh, I was picked up by someone sent by the prefect early in the morning. They said there was some kind of Mid-Autumn Poetry Party. Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, I think most of the people in the room were just eating, drinking and flattering," Grandma Chen said, With a clearly displeased look on his face, "Qingxuan has to do this once or twice every year. Qingxuan is really tired of it, but he has to go."

"Mr. Chen is knowledgeable, and the magistrate naturally values ​​him." A Chou didn't quite understand this, so he had to say this at the moment.