Chapter 322: "Little cotton jacket" is not warm

　　 After Jiang Shumei listened, her eyes lit up and she nodded, "Uncle, this is a good way. Then I will wait until I calm down and think carefully before making a decision."

　　 "Lifelong events must be considered carefully and not rashly." Zong Zhiwen nodded and agreed with his niece.

　　 Jiang Shumei is holding her baby, breastfeeding her son who still can't speak, thinking about her heart. For some things, avoiding them all the time is not a solution. After a while, they should be settled.

　　 Let me say that Zhao Fucai was scolded away by Jiang Shumei. Although a little depressed, she saw that the energetic woman was willing to scold him instead of being disappointed. Zhao Fucai looked at him resentfully, which made Zhao Fucai very satisfied.

　　Everything is getting better, keep working hard.

　　 Zhao Fucai returned to his home in the county seat, and his daughter had just finished school.

　　 "Xinying, you will make an appointment with the little master at noon tomorrow, I have something to tell her." Zhao Fucai said while drinking water.

　　 Zhao Xinying was taken aback, "Dad, you secretly took the ointment from home today and gave it to my mom? Isn't it enough, still want to buy it?"

　　 "I don't need to buy it for the time being, I have other things." Zhao Fucai replied, "By the way, girl, is Fu Yingying's father called Fu Zhiheng?"

　　 "Yes!" Zhao Xinying nodded, "I once heard Sister Ying say that he is a super scumbag, even worse than you!"

　　 Hearing this, Zhao Fucai's face was a little unnatural, he glared at his daughter, and said arrogantly: "I'm much better than that scumbag, I...I'm now the prodigal son turning back..."

"Okay, don't talk about these messy things." Zhao Xinying looked at her dad with contemptuous eyes, and used a bad proverb. The crow stood on the black pig's back. It is okay to see that others are black, but you can't see that you are black. A perfect interpretation of her father's behavior, "Why do you think of Fu Zhiheng, sister Ying's scumbag? Did you see Fu Zhiheng in the city?"

　　 The little quilted jacket in winter, there is no more cotton, and it is not warm at all, not caring.

Zhao Fucai looked at his daughter sadly, "I didn't see Fu Zhiheng, but saw Fu Zhiheng's father Fu Shaohui. The old thing looked like an overly shrewd person. When I learned that I was a native of Honghai County, he was only slightly taken aback. He didn't say anything else, just as if his son hadn't married and had children in Honghai County."

　　 Zhao Xinying is the same enemy, "The old guy is also an unscrupulous person, otherwise he can't give birth to Fu Zhiheng's little unscrupulous man. Dad, what else did you say?"

"Uh, uh, the ointment made by the little master’s house is better than the ointment made by the old man’s house. The old man wanted to take away the rheumatism ointment and health tea that I gave to your uncle and grandpa. When I went back and studied, I just covered the old man’s words... ····I said that the person who made these ointments is also surnamed Fu. Will the old man steal the secret ointment recipe from the little master’s house?” Zhao Fucai replied, “So I want to ask the little master to come out. First, I apologize. After all, I might accidentally leak her information; secondly, I remind her to be careful, after all, the family is shameless, the family style is not correct, and everything can be done."

　　 Zhao Xinying nodded her head repeatedly after listening, "What you said is, it is true. I will tell Sister Ying tomorrow. She has been busy studying recently, and she probably has no time to eat with you."

"That's fine, you can talk to the little master, and Xinying, you should also be mentally prepared. After your final exam, we will move to the provincial capital." Zhao Fucai told his daughter in advance, so as not to suddenly My daughter could not accept the move.