Su Qinghuan didn't know that Lu Qi was gritting his teeth. She came out of the salt help, so she decided to buy something in the county town before going back.

There is another Du Jing at home, which is getting more and more lively.

"Let's go buy some Jiangsong Sanhua cloth and make close-fitting clothes after the child is born, so that they can wear them comfortably." Su Qinghuan pulled Lin Sanhua into the cloth shop.

Dahuan echoed repeatedly: "Yes, the three-screw cloth is the best, it is soft and breathable. Except for being more expensive, everything is good. But for the children, we don't feel sorry for the money. I'll buy it for my godson and goddaughter in Sanhua!"

Dahuan is used to poor life and saves money. The only thing that can make her pay generously is the goddess Su Qinghuan; the other is the children in Lin Sanhua's belly.

For some reason, Su Qinghuan was puzzled by the fact that she had a nearly stubborn love for her children.

Lin Sanhua couldn't bear to brush their kindness, touched her stomach and smiled, "Then they will borrow the loss of their two aunts."

"It's time to name them." Dahuan muttered as he entered the door.

Lin Sanhua pretended not to hear it.

This is the largest cloth shop in the county. The shopkeepers in the shop saw that the three of them were dressed in ordinary clothes and were not very enthusiastic, but they did not speak ill of each other.

The three people gathered in front of the San Shuibai, whispered, discussing how much to buy and what styles to buy.

"Madam, please be careful at your feet-" The friend's attentive voice sounded, with a humble and compliment that he wished to be as humble as he could in the dust.

Su Qinghuan did not look back, but heard the voice of an acquaintance.

"Madam, slow down."

She put down the cloth in her hand and slowly turned back.

The lady who came in seemed to feel something, and looked at her with a look of disgust and hatred.

It is Cheng Xuan’s wife, Mrs. Wang.

The person who spoke was Cheng Xuan's former maid who painted the screen. He was dressed as a woman, wearing a narrow green shirt and long skirt, and wearing shiny precious jewelry on his head and wrists.

Mrs. Wang was wearing a fallen horse bun, with two simple jade hairpins stuck to her head, wearing a 70% or 80% new vegetation-colored bracelet, and half of the tucked silk silver bracelet was exposed on her white wrist, dressed simply but meticulously.

Gold and silver are priceless, and jade is priceless, so there is no emerald green jade hairpin with no impurities on its head. The craftsmanship is complex and exquisite, and the bracelets with labor costs far exceed the value of silver itself are all alternative costumes like the Wang family.

Her abdomen was bulging, obviously the month was already too shallow, but her face was completely distorted with the gentleness of being a mother.

Su Qinghuan felt that she could make a noble lady who claimed to be very well-educated and became so angry that she was very good at it.

In fact, after all, it was because Cheng Xuan had a small portrait of her in the pages of the book, and he mentioned a poem, and was accidentally discovered by Mrs. Wang. From then on, she became a thorn in her eyes and a thorn in her flesh, and wanted to get rid of it quickly.

That line of poem is "Once the vast sea of ​​water is hard to make water, but Wushan is not clouds."

Su Qinghuan had seen that little statue, but never saw those two lines of poetry.

Later, when Mrs. Wang was rectified in the name of climbing into the bed, she saw the two lines of poetry as "evidence".

She is not Cheng Xuan's vast ocean, but just a drop of water he missed, which was infinitely magnified by him because of his loss.

Su Qinghuan actually understood a proud woman and found that her husband fell in love with a maid instead of herself, frustration and collapse; but this was not an excuse for her to make things difficult for her or even viciously sell herself.

Su Qinghuan smiled slightly and said to the waiter: "I want this three-scroll cloth, and this one, this one, will be the account, help me move it to the carriage outside."

It was completely arrogant.

"I'll pay the money." Dahuan was not aware of the stagnant atmosphere in the air. He was afraid that Su Qinghuan would rush to pay, so he ran to the shopkeeper and took out a 100 taels of silver bill. He said with great wealth, "I will exchange the rest for cash for me, so it will be convenient for buying things later. Isn't it, my wife?"

"Yes." Su Qing nodded with a smile.

Lin Sanhua hesitated and said, "This cloth is too expensive..."

"It doesn't matter, we're not short of money." Su Qing laughed and said, "Let's go, your current task is to keep it well, be in a happy mood, and add children to our family!"

It's simply outrageous!

Mrs. Wang was angry. This bitch actually lived such a good life and was generous. Her husband could still support her concubine.

"Stop!" she said angrily.

Lin Sanhua and Dahuan both looked back at her, and their eyes conveyed the dissatisfaction of "Who are you? What do you want to do".

Su Qinghuan did not look back and said, "The mad dog bites people, you can't turn around and bite the dog. Let's go!"

Only then did the two realize that she and Mrs. Wang had a grudge.

Dahuan couldn't help but point at Mrs. Wang and said, "Why are you so fierce? You are following so many servants, but the master is not at all cultivated. You are so ugly, what does it look like!"

Su Qinghuan looked at Dahuan with some surprise.

No one has ever dared to question her cultivation in person. Mrs. Wang has always been from a prominent family, with a profound family background and a graceful attitude. She has never heard of such ruthless rebukes.

She immediately turned cold and said, "What are you doing while standing? Why don't you catch this escaped slave and leave it to the government to deal with it!"

The escaped slave wanted to tattoo the face, and Mrs. Wang's words were quite vicious.

"What a big face!" Su Qinghuan sneered, "I, Su Qinghuan, set up a female household and wrote in black and white in the county government. Why did you become your escaped slave? You can't eat randomly, and you can't talk randomly! I advise you to accumulate some virtue for the children in your stomach!"

"Bitch, you dare to curse my child!" Mrs. Wang suddenly burst out, blushing and losing her image.

Su Qinghuan suddenly felt a little sympathetic to her.

When she first met Mrs. Wang, she felt that her every move was elegant and moderate. Although she was jealous in her heart, she could not deny her beauty.

At that time, the smile on her face was shy and timid, and she looked at Cheng Xuan with gentle and affectionate eyes.

Later, she discovered that Su Qinghuan was the cinnabar mole on Cheng Xuan's heart, and suddenly felt that the faith of love collapsed. Everything was hypocrisy.

Because she loves Cheng Xuan so much, she is so hysterical.

"Let's go." Su Qinghuan didn't want to waste time with her anymore.

Mrs. Wang wanted to come forward to chase her, and Huaping behind her and the maids and nannies persuaded her repeatedly.

"You should be more restrained." Su Qinghuan turned around and said coldly after stepping out of the door, "The ancestors valued the most. If she knew that her granddaughter-in-law was doing such a shrewd posture outside."

"You dare to use your ancestors to suppress me! If I dare to sell you once, I can sell you for the second time, slut!"

Su Qinghuan ignored him completely. After going out, he saw Jinnu who was brought back by the Salt Guard and bought things. He wiped the sweat from his head and said, "Let's go, go home with my mother."

She has a family, a husband and a son.
Chapter completed!