I'm in a maid of honor

Chapter 202 Soul Confidant
Mu Sheng naturally knew what this white meat meant, it was human flesh, and in order to survive, he would behave like a primitive beast, but Mu Sheng understood it very well.

"When our soul is still active, as long as we can live, there is nothing wrong. The dead are dead, but the living should try their best to live."

It was the first time Di Shang heard someone say that, and suddenly the knot in his heart was untied.

Countless times from the scene where she dreamed of herself, countless times she woke up in a cold sweat, and countless times she felt guilty because of what Mu Sheng said.

"That's right! The dead are already dead, and the living should try their best to live on."

Mu Sheng seemed to be able to feel this sadness and sorrow, she had never experienced their scene before.

"You inherited the wishes of the dead and are doing your best to fulfill them, aren't you? They redeemed you, and you redeemed the people they cared about."

"You are mutual, so why do you feel guilty?"

The head of the family suddenly realized: "I'm Xia Di Shang, I don't know what your name is, my sister, since I'm here by fate, why don't I make friends."

"Mu Sheng, Mu Sheng was born in Mu Yang, so I need to teach you more."

Di Shang is also an elegant and unrestrained person in his bones: "If you don't dislike my sister and come to my room to make a cup of wine, my husband's craftsmanship is still good."

Mu Sheng agreed without hesitation: "You're welcome, but don't blame my sister for eating too much."

Di Shang led Mu Sheng into the house, and when he came back, Fu Lang had already prepared meals.

Di Shang made a gesture of invitation, and Mu Sheng sat down safely without any pretentiousness.

After taking a sip of the dish, he praised unceremoniously: "Sister Fulang's craftsmanship is really good, it's so fragrant."

The head of the family's husband was annoyed by that third sister in the morning, but now he is in a much better mood after hearing Mu Sheng's compliment.

I took several big steamed buns from the cauldron and put them in the musheng bowl, and they piled up high to form a hill.

Sure enough, all the men here are bold, and she will die if she eats all of this.

The enthusiasm is unstoppable, and I can only bite the bullet and eat.

Di Shang understood Mu Sheng very well: "My husband, hurry up and send some to Third Sister while it's hot, and give some to Sister Mu, don't lose our gift."

After Fulang left, Di Shang got up and took another plate from the cupboard, moved the steamed buns piled up in the Musheng Dahai bowl to the middle of the table, and picked up two more until I just took my plate Give Mu Sheng.

"Sister, don't mind, my husband is a little too enthusiastic."

"How come, my sister's husband is really virtuous."

Mu Sheng looked at the dishes on the table, and from the status and perspective of a master, it really didn't match the dishes.

The only thing that can be seen is the bone, and the rest is a plate of pickles and a bowl of boiled soybeans. Even the staple food is rough corn buns mixed with cassava.

Mu Sheng didn't mean to dislike him, but he just didn't understand it a little bit. If he was diligent and thrifty in managing his family, a big head of a cottage wouldn't treat himself badly in terms of food.

Di Shang explained with some embarrassment: "We have no choice but to go down the mountain to do these things, and no one was killed. There are more and more people in this village, and it is really difficult."

"But now I'm trying to figure out a way. Is there really a way to go on like this? It's impossible to cultivate a few miles of land under the mountain after becoming a bandit. The land in this village is really pitifully small." .

After thinking about it, Mu Sheng couldn't help giving some suggestions, "Have you thought about the way of doing business?"

Di Shang was very frank: "I'm dissatisfied with you saying that Sibu, the second head of the family, is also a half-businessman. Most of the loopholes in this village are filled by their husband and wife. They are not in the village for the past two days and have gone out to pick up business."

"Sibu is half a fortune teller. He can make some pills to nourish Qi and blood. He is often outside. Those rich people are afraid of death. There are actually quite a few people looking for them, and the income is good."

Mu Sheng, she thought, could be understood as a scammer selling health care products for the elderly.

However, if this kind of thing is exposed, the risk is very high: "Be careful outside, these shoes are easy to get wet."

Di Shang naturally knew about it, and she had persuaded her many times, but the three sisters were all very kind, so there was really no way to do it.

Mu Sheng was very interested in the organza spun by this man. Since she and Di Shang couldn't get along well, they supported each other, which could be regarded as helping her and benefiting herself.

"My sister thinks that the yarn spun by the men in your village is pretty good, and they can come out by a way."

Di Shang was puzzled as to how this white yarn could find a way out: "My sister please advise."

"This yarn is very different. It must be made into an outer shirt. It must have a special flavor, and it may set off a wave of trends."

Is this yarn made into clothes?Without the power to avoid the body, even if it is made, how can it be worn on the body.

Mu Sheng unhurriedly clinked a glass with Di Shang and continued talking.

"Chopsticks can also pull hair, why use carved wooden hairpins? Why are there jade and gemstones inlaid?".

Di Shang is a smart person who knows everything. Various tricks emerge one after another not just to be different. Dressing often symbolizes class status and the pursuit of one's own appearance.

"What does my sister want, what do we need to do?"

"Although the men in the village say that they look thick-handed and thick-footed, their handicrafts are not bad. If my younger sister plans to do something, I can arrange it directly. When the time comes, I will sell the piece and hand it over to Sibu. The second sister's mouth is black." It can be said plainly, and it’s no problem to leave it to her.”

Di Shang was not much older than Mu Sheng, and they were also two young people, but Mu Sheng rarely met anyone he could chat with.

The communication between the two was almost barrier-free, and Mu Sheng experienced the silky feeling of communication for the first time.

As soon as I said something, the other party could understand it immediately, and every word made her feel comfortable.

Could this be the legendary soul match, the so-called confidant in life?

"Then the younger sister will not be polite to the older sister."

But I'm afraid it will take a lot of time here. Fortunately, I calculated the distance and set off a month earlier, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up.

But let's not stay here for too long, I still have to do my own business, especially the letter to Fu Lang.

If Wuchen didn't receive the letter for too long, he would definitely worry about her.

Compared with Mu Sheng's happiness, Shen Le is just asking for trouble. Watching others eat delicious steamed buns, he can only chop the material.

There were also people watching her chop while eating.

"Didn't you just be quite violent, melon baby? I have to treat you well today. If you don't finish chopping the firewood here, you will starve to death here and bury it in a random place at night."

(End of this chapter)