Does it matter?

Isn't it important?

Is the answer critical?

Plum blossom has already relieved herself, as for whether what she said in the afternoon is true, in fact, it doesn't matter much to osmanthus at all.

In the final analysis, she still has a weak heart, if she is determined to say that the reason of the white-bearded old man is true, then she will not ask Meihua the question just now.

"Sister, thank you!" Osmanthus warmed her heart, her nose was sore, and tears fell instantly.

She didn't know why Meihua would help her lie, but what was certain was that her sister really trusted her.

"Silly girl, don't fail in anything at that time, just go back and put the blame on me."

Although the plum blossom said so, the other hand reached into the clothes that he stacked aside, took out a handkerchief from it, and stuffed it into the hand of the osmanthus on the side.

"It's not going to fail!" Wiping away her tears, Osmanthus's tone was particularly firm, "Not only will I not fail, but I will also make a lot of money, and then when my sister gets married, I will definitely buy the most generous dowry for my sister." What ten miles of red makeup, those are not enough, I want to let my sister's dowry line up twenty miles, so that everyone knows that my sister is the most blessed bride! ”

Osmanthus's arrogance naturally amused the plum blossoms.

"Okay, good, twenty miles of red makeup, my sister wrote it down." Plum blossom followed the words of osmanthus flowers, and her tone was full of spoiling, but in the same way, the real taste was naturally gone.

This night, plum blossoms are only osmanthus words are a child's joke, but for osmanthus, this has become a major goal for her in the future.

Buying a rich dowry for her sister and holding a grand wedding for her is the only way to express her gratitude to her sister for her support today.

And when Meihua really got married, she realized that night many years ago, the two sisters, who were still daughters in the boudoir, said that they had become a reality.

Early the next morning, Osmanthus took Chu Yande to the field where the seedlings had been pulled out by herself.

Unlike last time, this time there are a few more families in the lower fields who are weeding and tending to the crops.

Among them, there is a good neighbor of osmanthus, Cuihua **.

greeted Cuihua from afar, and Cuihua naturally responded with a smile.

Although the land of Cuihua's ** family is not large, only Cuihua is the only one who works, so the workload is still not small.

Osmanthus pulled Chu Yande to Cuihua's house, and helped Cuihua pull the grass with Chu Yande, but it caused other people's gossip.

"Cuihua, don't let the two of them touch the seedlings in your field. Look at the land of Chu Laosan's family, it has been pulled out into bald chickens by their two cubs. ”

It was a middle-aged woman with a big waist who spoke, and Osmanthus glanced at it and recognized that the other party was a peasant woman in the village who liked to gossip and break her mouth, so she pouted and ignored her.

Cuihua glared at the peasant woman, turned her head and said to Osmanthus and Chu Yande with a smile: "Don't pay attention to her, we should do what we do." At noon, I will go to **Zi's house, and **Zi will make mixed noodles for you to eat. ”

The so-called mixed noodles are made of brown rice noodles, bud rice noodles, and some white noodles.

The taste is softer than that of brown rice noodles, and the taste is much sweeter.

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