Pastoral Trifles: The Poor Girl Turns Over

Chapter 157 Renovating the Pond 2
It's been more than a month since I saw Cheng Huan this time.

She became thinner and her pointed chin was only covered with a little flesh. Her height didn't seem to have changed much, but she seemed taller because she was thinner. "Why are you so thin, Cheng Huan!"

Cheng He also noticed that Cheng Huan had lost weight, and hurriedly asked: "Yeah, it looks like it's at least a circle thinner!"

　 "It's okay, although I've lost weight, I'm very energetic!" Cheng Huan smiled and said, Cheng He looked at her, his eyes shifted slightly and he saw the pond behind Cheng Huan.

He remembered that when he went to the town to study, the soil in the pond was only a little less, but now a small half of it was gone, and he asked suspiciously: "Huan'er, have you found someone to start digging the soil?" ?!"

"Ah, no, I dug it myself!" Cheng Huan smiled awkwardly, Cheng He was taken aback and immediately said: "You dug it yourself, you..."

"Otherwise you are so thin, just to save so much money, why do you bother, it's all the elder brother's fault!" Cheng He blamed himself. Originally, the responsibility of supporting the family should be his, but now it falls to his ten-year-old sister. He was really sorry for her.

"It's okay, I'm exercising!"

"Huan'er, stop talking, I'll go back and get the shovel now, I'll help you!" Cheng He bid farewell to Song Fanhua and ran home, no matter how Cheng Huan called him, he didn't stop. .

Cheng He ran home in a hurry, he heard Cheng Huan calling him, but he didn't want to stop.

Cheng Huan looked at Cheng Heyuan's back and sighed helplessly. She really thought of such a way because she was reluctant to give up the money, but she didn't expect that it would irritate Cheng He.

It's really hard to do.

Song Fanhua didn't move, just looked at Cheng Huan quietly, and wanted to say a lot to her, but looking at Cheng Huan like this, he couldn't talk about everything, they seemed to exist in two worlds, his world was Fame, but her world is business.

He seeks power and she seeks money, like two parallel lines, it is difficult to gather.

Maybe one day he will have a high-ranking official and generous salary and be able to give Cheng Huan the life she wants, but looking at Cheng Huan who is living so hard, what he wants to say gets stuck in his throat, and he feels faintly like that. Telling Cheng Huan is a shame to her.

"Would you like to sit in the flower garden? I haven't brewed the jasmine tea you mentioned before, go and try it?" Song Fanhua was invisibly attracted by the little girl in front of him. Although she wasn't pretty, she still couldn't stop her shock to him.

Cheng Huan also felt thirsty and nodded slightly.

The two walked towards the garden, only separated by more than 100 meters, and soon they arrived at the gate of the garden.

Song Fanhua took out the key and inserted it into the hole. Cheng Huan saw a woman walking from the east with a small basket not far away, obviously just returned from working in the field.

The person Cheng Huan knew was Zhang Hanshi, a well-known widow in the village. She was in her thirties, with big eyelids and thin skin, which caused a lot of trouble in the village.

Seeing himself following behind Song Fanhua, a sneer flashed across Zhang Han's mouth.

In fact, in terms of seniority, Zhang Han's family has some connections with Cheng Huan. Zhang Han's mother and Han Qingju share the same grandparents, and they can be considered relatives before the fifth service, but when they come to Cheng Huan's place, they have no relationship at all.

Although they are relatives, Zhang Hanshi and Han Qingju don't deal with each other. At the beginning, because Han Qingju's father was the orthodox son of the old family, most of the family property was taken by him, and only a little was given to the concubine Zhang Hanshi. The money was divided into families.

(End of this chapter)