Poison doctor Niangzi Shanlihan

Chapter 205 Don't Be Faithful to the Village People

"I'm not that stupid. I just gave them the remnant tea. I'm afraid I'll offend others if I get cheap. I don't want to do this loss-making business."

Lin Xiaofu curled his lips and let out a light snort.

"At that time, I will make the tea and set a price. If he wants it, he will buy it. If he doesn't want it, can you blame me?"

"Besides, we just rented the land, and it's not about growing tea at home. He will know sooner or later."

"Anyway, after today's quarrel, he should also know that it's not that we have ulterior motives, but that we already know that the Zhao family didn't treat us as the Zhao family, so we can't blame us either."

"Besides, even if there is a more intense conflict than today, what do we have to fear? It's nothing more than quarrels, fights, and separation!"

"They don't want to separate the family, so don't blame us for being uneasy. In short, as long as your husband doesn't waver and show weakness, you can just listen to me. It doesn't matter if you don't show your head or express your opinion."

"The rest, of course I will fight them." Lin Xiaofu explained and urged Zhao Zicheng all the way.

"Well, I'll listen to you, but I still hope that there will be less or less riots in the village like today. If there is no less, don't be afraid, there is me."

"I see. Who likes to run around the village with such a vicious mother-in-law? Besides, we don't run around the village. We ran all the way back to Zhao's house."

Lin Xiaofu shook Zhao Zicheng's hand and shot him a look.

At this time, their fingers were intertwined, and they were held together naturally, without caring who stretched out their hand first.

"Well, it's not enough today." Thinking of what happened at noon, Zhao Zicheng suddenly lowered his head sadly, and stopped talking.

Suspicions arose today about whether he was the mother's biological son, but he himself was clear about other people's guesses.

In his appearance, there is the shadow of his mother, but he is not very like his mother, maybe he is more like his own father.

But who is his real father?Why did he die so early?

Mother's past, even the current father is not clear.

Because my mother said that she was a widow who never met relatives, but she couldn't tell where she came from, why she came here, and where she was going.

Mother said that she had lost her memory, and she couldn't tell why she lost her memory.

But she just remembered that she was a widow.

If not, Zhao Changlu would not have dared to marry her back then.

They walked slowly and chatted all the way, watching the sunset on the hillside by the way.

The village head and elders were very interested in seeing them when they turned around, and went down the mountain to go home without waiting for them.

They have to arrange the manpower for tomorrow's land reclamation, they are very busy.

"Husband, we have a lot more land to grow food."

Seeing that the village chief and the others had gone far away, Lin Xiaofu suddenly laughed softly, very happy.

Resources are not wasted at all, and you can still get shelter if you mix in it.

"It's good to be able to grow grain, but don't trust the people in the village. If someone only steals your grain and doesn't touch the tea in the village, I don't think the village will come forward."

Zhao Zicheng gave Lin Xiaofu a serious look, fearing that she would get carried away and neglect precautions.

"Then I will sacrifice my father, and anyone who steals will be cursed by my father!"

Lin Xiaofu was a little silent when he heard this, because what Zhao Zicheng said was right.

But how can she defend against it? She can't pull the power grid to defend herself.

Well, maybe the trick of poisoning can be used again.

The same poison, the same symptoms, the same Lin Xiaohua came to her...

I don't know if this paragraph can also apply to the issue of non-immediately imported food?

But if you change it to something else, I'm afraid it will easily lead to suspicion.

but……

(End of this chapter)