The most greedy time-travel in history: the history of a fortune-loving little woman

Chapter 69
Last time it was just a hasty glance, but now sitting facing each other, Tang Shanshan carefully looked at Baiyin's mother.

Although according to her age, she should only be around 32, maybe even younger, but Baiyin's mother looks like a woman in her 50s.

Five years of hard work day and night plus careful avoidance of enemies who don't know where they are hiding, as well as the heartbreak of my dilapidated home, gray hair and wrinkles prematurely climbed onto that supposedly beautiful face.

But suffering did not wear away her upbringing and grace.

Although his hands are rough, the action of serving tea is still pleasing to the eye, like a most reserved young lady serving tea to someone.

The tea is very fragrant, with an indescribably clear fragrance, Tang Shanshan is a little intoxicated, and misses the variety of scented teas in her previous life.

Perhaps, she can also develop this project after the powder business is on the right track?
Thinking far away, she took a sip of the tea that she didn't know what to make. Under the guidance of Mrs. Tang, it's not that Tang Shanshan doesn't understand etiquette and elegance. The "crazy" behavior made Mrs. Tang secretly reflect on what went wrong with her education, why did she want to raise a little lady and a wild girl.

After paying attention to Baiyin's mother's body in a low voice, Tang Shanshan began to get down to business.

"Five years ago, what happened?" Straight to the point, Tang Shanshan didn't go around in circles, and went straight to the core of the problem.

The last trace of blood on Baiyin's mother's already pale face has faded completely. The five-year incident was a nightmare, a nightmare that could never be shaken off.

Nightmares, resentment, powerlessness... All kinds of negative emotions weighed on her heart from time to time, tormenting her so much that she couldn't bear to live, but she was powerless. If it wasn't for her daughter, she would have long been unwilling to stay in this world and suffer such terrible torture.

It was necessary to bring up that terrible nightmare again, for the last hope of revenge.

The daughter is far calmer than herself, she said, this is the only chance for them to destroy their enemies.

Indeed, if they rely on washing, sewing and mending to do some embroidery to make a living, then they will never be able to touch the enemy's tentacles, not for other reasons, but because they live humblely at the bottom of life and have no other powers. Word.

Daughter was right, they couldn't just live like dogs.

(End of this chapter)