"Yes, I know."

Zhao Xiaobei was carrying a backpack and looked like a little adult.

Huang Guixiang laughed cheerfully at the side, "Your Xiaobei is so well-behaved and sensible, how could they quarrel? They can't quarrel. Last time, he didn't help with the housework, drying radishes, and he was more diligent than my Dazhuang. If he was my son, I would be so happy."

Upon hearing this, Wang Dazhuang was unhappy, "Mom! I am your son. Your biological son!"

"Tutututut, you are my biological father. If you work harder today, I will still recognize you as my son."

Huang Guixiang was amused and laughed out loud.

Jiang Nian and Song Yingying were also amused by the interaction between Huang Guixiang and her son, and the small courtyard was filled with laughter.

Huang Guixiang pulled Jiang Nian and reminded her of another thing, "Sister Nian, please don't buy me anything again. You saved Da Zhuang's life and helped me make so much money. I can't thank you enough. It's not a big deal to help you take care of An An occasionally. Don't send me food and fabrics. It's like I help you take care of your children for your money. Please don't send me anything again! I really don't want to accept it this time."

"Hey, Sister Guixiang, I'll listen to you. I won't send you off." Jiang Nian agreed with a smile, then lowered his voice and said, "You didn't tell anyone about your money-making business collecting herbs, did you?"

"Don't worry, I'll remember your reminders. Making too much money will make people jealous. Wealth should not be shown to others." Huang Guixiang nodded. "I didn't tell anyone, not even my husband. I saved the money separately and will use it for Dazhuang to marry a wife. Every time someone asked me what I did in the mountains, I said I was picking wild vegetables. Anyway, there's not much difference between herbs and wild vegetables. I can't tell the difference, and others certainly can't tell the difference either."

Jiang Nian felt much more relieved after hearing this.

While Jiang Nian and Huang Guixiang were whispering to each other, someone else came to the door.

Liang Yuxiu was going to the city to attend the market, the same destination as Jiang Nian and Song Yingying, so the three of them made an appointment to set off together.

"Hey, everyone is here? Let's pack up and go, the bus is coming soon."

Hearing the voice, everyone turned to look at Liang Yuxiu. Their eyes were slightly startled and stayed on Liang Yuxiu for a moment.

Liang Yuxiu was being stared at by so many eyes, and her body was trembling. She touched her hair and then her clothes.

"What's wrong? I'm like this... am I not okay like this? Or I should go home and change..."

Jiang Nian stepped forward quickly and held Liang Yuxiu's hand.

"Sister Yuxiu, there's no need to change. It looks good like this and is especially suitable for you."

Because the weather has been hot recently, Liang Yuxiu changed her hairstyle from long hair to short hair. She was born with some natural curls, and her short hair was curly, just like lamb curls.

What's more, Liang Yuxiu was wearing a red shirt today.

It was she who had been sewing at home before, and Jiang Nian helped to modify the design drawings and then made the Xiaoqing shirt.

Liang Yuxiu had been making the shirt for a while. After all, it was new clothing and she was reluctant to wear it. But today she was going into the city, so she put it on.

After putting it on, the bright red shirt made Liang Yuxiu look particularly white.

She continued to use whitening cream, and the freckles on her face faded a lot. Coupled with the fashionable bright red shirt, she looked energetic and exuded a sense of vitality.

Liang Yuxiu in this state is completely different from her usual gentle and quiet self.

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【Small Theater】

The Third Army Regiment.

A soldier: "What did Captain Zhao eat today? Why does his mouth taste like green onions?"

Zhao Weidong knocked on his head and said, "What do you know? My wife is the one who does it."