Even if he is his own father, Wang Zhengguo will not say in good conscience that his daughter is stronger than his niece.

In terms of appearance, now the wind and snow that has grown open has beaten three Wang Jiao.

In terms of speech and demeanor, Wang Jiao is pampered by her husband and wife, and she has a somewhat brutal temper.

The most important thing is that the wind is light and the snow respects the elders and loves the young, she is proficient in sewing clothes and shoes, boiling water and cooking, and her personality is very good, while Wang Jiao has rarely done these jobs since she was a child, and she is not good at learning.

The only thing Wang Jiao is stronger than the wind and snow is that she has officially gone to school, but she has not continued until the fifth grade.

Although Feng Qingxue has only attended literacy classes, there is something to say, and Lu's father is very satisfied with her, and he said that she has an inner show.

If there is no wind and snow, Wang Jiao will stand out among a group of country girls, those problems are not faults, they can be changed one by one under the supervision of his wife, but unfortunately there is no if.

Neither people nor things stand up to comparison.

Wang Zhengguo wants to marry the Lu family, but he doesn't want to make enemies.

But Wang Jiao, who wanted to marry Lu Jiang as the general's wife, understood her father's thoughts, and after listening to what her father said, she pouted and said disappreciatively: "What is there to be afraid of?" It's just that it's not a marriage, it's just a retreat! Feng Qingxue's life was saved by her father, you let her withdraw from her family, she is ungrateful! ”

"Who said I saved the snow? What did I save her life? Although I and your second uncle and aunt sent them some coarse grains, she repaid me after she had the ability. Besides, that's your own cousin, how can a lifelong event be worthless in your mouth? ”

Fortunately, it was her own daughter, if it was a girl from someone else's family, she would have scolded her for being shameless.

Wang Jiao said dissatisfiedly: "What's wrong with my cousin? Whoever stands in the way of my life's events, even my own sister, I don't care! Dad, I'm your biological daughter, she's just your niece! Such a good marriage, don't you say that it will be set for me, but it will be given to a niece, do you have my daughter in your heart? ”

Wang Jiao, who returned from the age of fifty to the age of nineteen, had long forgotten that he had chosen not to marry in the first place, and only felt that Wang Zhengguo's love for the wind and snow was better than his own.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one from Wang Zhengguo's neighbors came out, and no one saw his sisters coming, Feng Qingxue hurriedly pulled his sister out of the gate of Wang's house quickly, looking for a no-man's path back to the cowshed.

Seeing the two sisters coming over in a hurry, Lu's father, who was alone at home, stood up suddenly, "Girl, what's going on?" ”

He wanted to ask them why they came back so soon, but when he saw that Feng Qingyun's face was sweaty, he immediately swallowed it.

Feng Qingyun didn't wait for her sister to open her mouth and said: "When we arrived at the door of my uncle's house, I heard my cousin and my uncle quarreling, saying that I wanted to marry my brother-in-law, and let my uncle withdraw the marriage between my sister and my brother-in-law!" Sister took me back when no one saw it. Uncle, my sister likes her brother-in-law, and she said that she wants to make cotton shoes for her brother-in-law, don't you quit your family, okay? ”

"Yunyun!" Feng Qingxue scolded softly.

Family ugliness should not be publicized, this is the business of the uncle's family, and it should not be spread from their mouths.

Feng Qingxue decided to teach her sister about this aspect in the future, but now she had to face the shocked look on Lu's father's face and a stack of voices, "What's the matter?" ”

"Uncle Lu, it's okay, I also heard my uncle's disagreement. It's just that something like this happened, and Yunyun and I couldn't afford to visit, so we came back. Feng Qingxue took out a jar of soybean oil from the back basket and put it on the table, "I will send it to my uncle and aunt if I have other things in Ming'er, and this oil will be left for Uncle Lu to stir-fry and eat, Uncle Lu don't dislike it." ”