Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. Relieved? He might get angry again. Everyone knew that he only cared about Boss Zhao, and even if he was a loser, he was still a good person.
Just from his last words, we can tell that the old man is biased. No matter how big a mistake Boss Zhao makes, even if it costs him his life, he will be willing to do it.
Now the limelight has been stolen by the most annoying third brother. I don't know if the coffin lid on the mountain can be held down or not?
Did the third brother go up the mountain to provoke him? If he had, he would probably be uneasy even in the underworld.
Everyone looked at Old Sun with strange eyes. It was strange that she had slept with her man for her whole life and didn't even know what he was thinking.
Wang couldn't stand it any longer and left her room.
Her mother-in-law is here and doesn't need her help to take care of her. She doesn't want to be treated like a monkey here.
"What's wrong with you? Aren't you entertaining guests outside?" Zhao Dawen saw her coming in angrily, "Today is Zhao Di's big wedding day, you are the aunt, so please be generous. No matter how much we don't get along, we still have to pretend to be nice outside, don't you understand?"
"I don't like it. Your mother, she made me so angry. She said our son is not as good as Dashu and that your third brother is the best student in the Zhao family. I couldn't sit still. I was afraid that I would go crazy and beat her up."
Zhao Dawen stopped writing and asked, "What are you doing with this, mother?"
"She has been ill for a long time. You have known about it for a long time."
"Forget it, don't pay any attention to her. The more you pay attention to her, the more excited she will be. You can go to Zhaodi's room to entertain them. They should all be able to see Zhaodi in a while."
Not long after, Mrs. Wang asked her to help. Reluctantly, Mrs. Wang got up and went to the newly built main room. Fortunately, when she entered, Mrs. Sun had already changed the topic to other things.
"Song, Xiaoyu, Lihua and their mother and daughter are here." The person outside shouted, and everyone in the main room stood up unconsciously.
Wang bit her lip. She wasn't an official's wife, so why did she have to be so pretentious?
"The girl is here?"
"Song, please sit here."
"Xiaoyu, come and sit here with your aunt!"
As soon as there were no more empty seats in the main hall, many more seats immediately appeared, and everyone took the initiative to give up their seats to the three new people.
Sun pursed her lips. She was unhappy. The third daughter-in-law stole all her limelight. It was obvious that everyone was nicer and more polite to her. Everyone unconsciously looked at the three of them. Zhao Dashu often strolled around the village, and they saw him often.
They hadn't seen the other three much in recent years, especially Song. During the New Year and other festivals, they would take a carriage directly to the yard of the old house. They had forgotten how long they hadn't seen Song.
Song was wearing a lake blue silk jacket with silver twigs embroidered on the collar, which sparkled in the candlelight. She was wearing a long skirt of the same color. When she leaned forward, the silver hairpin inlaid with pearls in her hair swayed gently, making her look like a lady from an official family.
The little girls Xiaoyu were all wearing red woven gold gauze skirts with silver ribbons tied around their waists, and the hems of their skirts swayed like ripples when they moved. The two sisters each wore a butterfly hairpin with kingfisher feathers in their hair, and the wings of the butterflies, which were about to fly, were adorned with rice-sized southern pearls, which shone warmly under the candlelight.
Everyone in the room held their breath, all dumbfounded. Only today did they realize the real gap between the Song family mother and daughter and themselves.
No wonder people said they often went to eat and admire flowers with the county master's wife. Shouldn't they be with them? Now they seemed a little out of place in this group of people, and they felt ashamed.
No, Song didn't look like this before, did she? They remembered that she was dark, skinny, and always hunched over. How did she change?
Can money support people?
"You guys take your seats, I'll take a look at Zhaodi."
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