Don't be too sweet

Chapter 1461 Directly Point Out ([-])

Chapter 1461 Directly Point Out ([-])
He Shanshan: "..." Can she express that she actually doesn't want to hear what He Qian'er said?

It made her like a trash can, specially receiving He Qian'er's negative emotions.

He Qian'er barely stopped after talking dryly, and then looked at He Shanshan with a wry smile.

"Actually, you don't need to listen to what I say. You're not my mother, so why bother with me?" He Qian'er taunted her lips again.

He Shanshan raised her eyebrows.

"But you still listen to my bitterness." He Qian'er smiled again: "I didn't seem to...see these things before."

He Shanshan didn't know what to say.

He Qian'er said that before she married Zhao Duoyu, Zhao Duoyu was so good. After marrying Zhao Duoyu, Zhao Duoyu tore off her mask, and her life was so difficult and painful.

In fact, after listening to what He Qianer said, she really wanted to say something: Since life is not going well, why not make up?
But it seems that she can't say these words, and... even her previous life society was persuasive and not persuasive.

This is really...

He Qian'er said enough, and felt comfortable.

He Shanshan was in a complicated mood.

"Why don't we go to the orchard and see if there is anything we can help," He Shanshan didn't want to stay with He Qian'er like this at all.

She was a little afraid that He Qian'er had had enough rest, and would tell her bitterness again.

She doesn't want to hear it!
Who is affected by negative emotions?Anyway she didn't want to.

"it is good."

In the mountain behind the village, in the orchard——

At this time, the people in the orchard were busy with activity.

"Girl, look, are the layers separated by straw like this?" He asked Xiangqian, pointing to several baskets of fruit harvested.

He Shanshan picked up the straw on the side and began to weave a rope, kneading it loosely on purpose. Then she used the loose straw rope to make a square box and put an apple in it.

"This is?" He Xiangqian was surprised.

"Although straw is laid layer by layer, the apples in one layer are squeezed together, and I am worried that they will be crushed. I wonder if this can separate them a little bit?"

He Shanshan explained.

Her method was often seen in the whole box of fruit in the previous life, but it is a bit novel in this era.

"Is the rope straw rice kneaded too loosely?" He Xiangqian questioned.

"If you rub it too hard, won't the rope hurt the fruit?" He Shanshan asked back.

He Xiangqian froze for a moment, and understood instantly.

"I wondered whether the apples would rot faster or because they were injured. Dad, you think, those apples that are not injured can last for a long time!"

"Yes, yes, my daughter is right, dad will make it up now!" He Xiangqian smiled.

He Shanshan couldn't help laughing too.

He Qian'er didn't say anything, he was already holding the straw, clamped a section of it with his knees, and then divided the straw into two strands and started kneading.

He Qian'er was a quick learner, the straw rope she kneaded was just soft enough, and she was dexterous and quick when kneading the round sleeve.

He Shanshan was startled, and asked a question first: "Do you want to try making money with your own hands?"

He Qian'er bowed her head to weave a round sleeve, and nodded without raising her head: "I think."

He Shanshan couldn't help laughing, "How about this, you make up this, and I'll give you ten pennies for the time being, how about it?"

She calculated according to the prices of goods and handicrafts in this era, and did not give any extra cents to Heer.

As long as He Qian'er is diligent and willing to do it, she can still give He Qian'er a chance.

He Qian'er froze, looking up at He Shanshan with surprise.

"Even if you don't rely on your mother's family and rely on your own hands to make money, your back can be straighter," He Shanshan pointed out directly without turning a corner.

He Qian'er's eye circles were instantly red, and tears welled up in his eyes.

　Today is the 29th of the twelfth lunar month. It is only ten minutes away from New Year’s Eve, and 24 hours and 7 minutes away from Xinchai. Ye Wu hopes to celebrate the New Year with her sisters

　　
　
(End of this chapter)