Now the family depends on her to earn work points to survive. If she doesn't leave, the family won't know where the food will come from next month.
After explaining something to Grandma Zhang, Zhang Meng walked towards the room where the Zhang family usually kept their belongings.
As soon as she opened the door, Zhang Meng walked directly towards the hoe. As she reached the hoe, she suddenly heard a cry from a corner of the room.
"Who is crying in my house?" Zhang Meng turned her head and searched around the room.
The crying stopped for a moment, then started again, this time from behind Zhang Meng. "Can you hear me crying?"
A voice accompanied by crying sounded from behind her.
Zhang Meng was so scared that she turned around immediately, only to see a woman in cheongsam floating in front of her. I looked at her with pity.
Zhang Meng looked down and saw that the beautiful woman's feet were not even touching the ground. "You, you are a ghost!"
"Hey, you can actually see me. That's great. No one has been able to see me for so many years. This is going to be fun."
The woman clapped her hands, stopped crying, and was extremely happy.
Zhang Meng took two steps back and said, "I didn't see anything, I didn't see anything. My eyes must be blurry. I must have hit my head yesterday and it hasn't healed yet. That must be it." After saying that, he turned around and left the utility room with the hoe.
The female ghost stood behind her and watched her leave like that. She curled her lips and said with disdain, "Coward."
Grandma Zhang, who was feeding the only remaining hen in the yard, looked at her granddaughter who came out. Seeing her pale face, she stepped forward and asked with concern, "Meng'er, what's wrong with your face? It's so pale. Are you feeling unwell?"
Zhang Meng slowly came back to her senses, looked up at Grandma Zhang, opened her mouth, and wanted to tell Grandma Zhang that she saw a ghost, but even she herself didn't dare to believe such a thing, so how could her grandma believe it? Thinking of this, Zhang Meng immediately dismissed the idea.
"Grandma, I'm fine. I'll go to the fields first." Carrying the hoe, Zhang Meng left home, looking back every few steps.
Zhang Meng, who was leaving home with a hoe on her shoulder, was thinking about the ghost she had just seen. As a result, she didn't look at the road and almost bumped into a tall figure who was deliberately trying to make her bump into him.
"Why are you here?" Looking at the much older Li Hao, Zhang Meng now wanted to pick up the hoe in his hand and chop him to death.
Li Hao felt cold. The weather was so good today, but why did he feel a little cold?
"Xiao Meng, have you told your family about our relationship? Does your grandmother agree?" Li Hao smiled at Zhang Meng with a smile that he thought could charm any woman.
Zhang Meng looked at his disgusting smile and felt a chill in her heart. She couldn't understand why she was charmed by such a disgusting smile.
Suppressing the hatred she felt for him, Zhang Meng replied expressionlessly, "As I said, my grandmother doesn't agree. I think we should just forget about it. You don't think highly of me anyway, so you should just find a woman you like and marry her."
That's right, in her previous life, she always knew that this man didn't really like her at all. He married her just to marry a woman who could support him. After all, she was a well-known hard worker in this village.
Li Hao's brows furrowed. "Xiao Meng, why do you say that? I thought you were a sensible and good girl, but I never thought you were this kind of person. I was wrong about you."
Zhang Meng laughed, looked at him coldly and said, "I am that kind of person. Now you see clearly, don't come to me again. We have broken up. Do you hear me?" After that, she pushed him away and walked towards the fields of Zhangjia Village with a hoe.
Li Hao was stunned for a moment, then turned around and shouted at Zhang Meng's departing back, "Okay, you said this, don't regret it, and don't beg me to pay attention to you later."
Zhang Meng, who had walked a long way, heard his shout and sneered. She might have done such a thing in her previous life, but now she would never do it even if she was beaten to death.
When we arrived at the field, many people were already working there.
"Xiao Meng is here. Are you feeling better?"
As soon as she got off the ground, Zhang Meng received many caring greetings from uncles and aunts.
Zhangjia Village is a place that is neither small nor big. There are about twenty households in the village. If something happens in any household, these twenty households will know about it immediately.
Everyone in the village now knows that Zhang Meng hit her head yesterday.
This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint it!
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