Traveling back to ancient times: the training plan for strict wife control

Chapter 82 Han Dashan's Depression
When Han Dashan saw Qingqing's angry look, he was immediately dumbfounded. Fortunately, he was smart enough, so he quickly put on a smile and complimented him shyly:

"Oh my god, look at our girl Qingqing, now she is trained like a fairy by Mother Hua, hehe, girl Qingqing still remember me?"

Qingqing withdrew her anger, glanced at Han Dashan with a half-smile, and said:
"Of course, isn't this Brother Han? I haven't seen you in January, so you're all right? Why haven't you seen Sister Cuihua?"

Seeing Qingqing's enthusiasm, Han Dashan was immediately overjoyed. It seemed that Qingqing was doing well, and he didn't mind selling her out!So he hurriedly smiled and said:

"Yeah, yeah, just call me Dashan. I can't afford to be called Big Brother. As for that dead woman Cuihua—well, since she took the money last time, she has stolen the money and eloped with a pretty boy. I’ve been looking everywhere these days and can’t find her! Pity I didn’t even get a tael of silver! Miss Qingqing, all the silver was taken away by that damned fat woman, it’s not my fault.”

Han Dashan's eloquent tongue, trying to escape the guilt, Qingqing's face is still smiling brightly, but he thinks coldly in his heart, what a retribution, Han Wenqing was cheated by a woman in her previous life, and she was still so fat Ugly and greedy woman, what a delight!

"Yes, Brother Han is my savior. How can I blame you? What's more, you can see that I am much more beautiful now than before!" Qingqing said with a smile, but she was thinking about how to fix this Han Dashan.

"That's right, this big brother, our girl is now the number one in Huamanlou, and the number one in the entire capital!" Xiao He suddenly rushed out from behind, showing off her small face proudly.

Ever since Hua Su's fame increased greatly, Xiao He has always walked with her eyes on the sky, bubbling with pride, showing off to everyone she sees.

"Really? Congratulations to Miss Qingqing, tsk tsk, I'm so envious, look at me, how pitiful I am now, I don't have enough to eat, and I don't have enough clothes." Han Dashan said, forcing out a few tears, pointing Holding on to the tattered clothes and complaining, "If you want to blame, you can blame that fat woman Cuihua. If you see money, if I see her again, I will, I will--"

Han Dashan was sure for a long time, but he didn't say why. After all, with his small body, he was not at the same level as Cuihua, even if he fought, he couldn't beat him!

(End of this chapter)