Jiang Ting still had to make sure that the Lin Family would not have any more tricks up their sleeves, and since they had already made this trip, he did not mind delaying for a bit longer.

When Mian Niang returned to the vendor's stall, Mistress Yun was stomping her feet to keep warm. Seeing Mian Niang return, she complained with a bitter face, "They didn't even sell a single piece of tofu, and these two chickens are already napping. No one asked a single question."

When Mian Niang had just left, Mistress Yun was still complacent. She was thinking about how many kilograms of bean skin and two hens she had and she would soon be able to sell them. When Mian Niang comes back and sees that all these things had been sold, she would definitely be very happy.

Who would have thought that after Mian Niang came and went for less than an hour, her enthusiasm and hope had finally disappeared little by little like this.

There were some people who came to ask and she welcomed them warmly, but as they talked, they left. They met someone who wanted to round up these items, but the price they offered was too low, so they were chased away.

For the rest of the time, she just stood there in a daze. She didn't even bother to ask who it was. Everyone at the stall knew that this couple was not to be trifled with and immediately retreated.

Mistress Yun bitterly complained in a low voice about the warmth of the people, and felt that the people in the county did not have the enthusiasm of the people from their village. If it was in their village, someone would definitely speak up for them.

didn't know how to comfort her, either. It was normal for people to not care about the snow in front of their doors, and no one would want to cause trouble for themselves. Then, Boss Lin and his wife wouldn't be so easy to mess with, even the words that the aunt herself said were ignored by them, so it was normal for others not to get involved in this trouble.

"Go to the noodle shop at the street corner. I've already told the owner that they should be able to cook noodles by now. Hurry up and have a bite to warm them up."

The weather was getting colder and colder. Mian Niang exhaled a breath of hot air and immediately pounced on her eyelashes, turning into frost. In that short period of time, Mistress Yun's face and nose were completely red from the cold.

These words were met with a wave of complaints from Mistress Cloud, "Why are you buying that? You're not hungry, it's the same if you eat it when you get home."

"It's already dark when we return home. This is not only for you, Mr. Jiang and I have also just eaten. Hurry up and go. Even a sip of hot soup can warm your body. " Mian Niang patted the dirt on her body, regretting that she did not care about her status as the Mr. Jiang and did not let Mistress Yun follow along.

"As generous as you are, you would normally wish for nothing more than to cut a flower in half. Now that you are truly rich and are able to treat me to noodles, what should I say? Oh, you're touching me to death, hubby?" "Tell me, how many days did you sell tofu today to get your money back?"

hurriedly explained to her, "It wasn't me who spent the money, it was Mr. Jiang."

"Mr. Jiang? It's that person from before? " Mistress Cloud asked.

Mian Niang nodded and replied with an "En."

"Who is he? Why is he treating you to a meal when he's perfectly fine?"

Mian Niang hesitated for a moment, not knowing how to introduce his identity to Mistress Yun. Mr. Jiang didn't really want to see anyone, so she guessed that he probably didn't want others to know his identity.

Especially since this involved the matters of Prince Rong's Mansion, Wu Niang and Big Brother, he was unable to explain it clearly with a few words.

Seeing her hesitation, Mistress Cloud waved her hands and said, "Come on, you don't need to talk anymore. Seeing your awkward look, I just want to tell you that you must be careful in everything, don't say anything good, and do something good, you must believe me. Forget about your elder brother, we need to remember the old lady's story, I understand now, in this world, good people are hard to be good!"

Mian Niang, however, did not know whether to laugh or cry. She patted her shoulder and said: "Alright, alright, I know what I'm doing. You should hurry up and leave.

Mistress Cloud unhappily rolled her eyes at her. "Since you were young, you have always been like this. If you don't say anything, you have an idea in your heart that even ten oxen won't be able to pull back. I know that whatever I say will be useless."

The two of them grew up together, Mistress Cloud knew that Mian Niang looked easy to talk to, but in reality, she was extremely stubborn. Otherwise, he would not have lasted for so long, because she was still unwilling to let go of what had happened back then.

Pulling away the hand on her shoulder, Mistress Cloud could not help but rolled her eyes at Mian Niang once more. "Alright, alright, alright, stop rushing me. I'll go right now."

She turned around as she spoke, and Mian Niang immediately chased after her to tell her that the table was leaning against the corner.

Mistress Cloud didn't even bother to roll her eyes this time and pushed the person back. "Hurry up and look at your tofu skin. I'm not a three year old child, so I'm worried."

Mian Niang smiled slightly. Without further ado, she turned around and returned to the front of the vendor's booth.

Mistress Cloud had just taken a few steps when she heard someone shout, "Fresh bean skin, made at home, clean and clean and not adulterated. Three years old hen, stew and meat to nourish your body, I'll give you a radiant face .."

Mistress Yun staggered and almost fell to the ground. What kind of nonsense was this, she suspected that she had heard wrongly, and turned her head, the one who was shouting was Mian Niang right?

Mian Niang, who in her impression had always been short and thick with words, was actually holding up a smiling face and shouting for sale.

In such a short period of time, two people came forward to ask for a price. Mian Niang was completely unlike when she was at home, always smiling amiably, and introducing the benefits of her bean skin to others.

She didn't have the ability to boast about the bean skin, but Mistress Cloud felt that if she was squatting there, she would have already bought the bean skin by now.

This Mian Niang was a little different from the Mian Niang she knew.

When she was young, they fought with children from the same village. Although the one who was protecting the person at the front was her, the one who was the one who had the decisive factor was always Mian Niang.

It was just that he had already gotten used to her calmness, even Mother Yun had almost forgotten about it. Mian Niang just didn't like to talk.

Right now, he was only being forced by his own life. If not for those unhappy things, and to be more precise, if it wasn't for the marriage with Mei Family, Mian Niang wouldn't be so burdened.

Countrywomen, even if they were working, were all household chores on the brick bed at home, cooking, feeding chickens, and sewing. There was no need to be like this, showing off in the dead of winter and the dead of winter.

Mian Niang's appearance and character were good, and had good skills in sewing, so if it was any other family, they would definitely be leading a better life.

Mistress Yun looked at Mian Niang silently. If this continued, she would probably forget what Mian Niang looked like while wearing her female attire.

He didn't know when these days would come to an end. Was he really going to wait until the big brother of the Song Family returned five years later?

How would Mian Niang endure for five years?

But then again, with the Song Family's current situation, even if Mian Niang wanted someone to help her up, it would be difficult for her.

During these two days, my mother was still talking about it at home. If it wasn't for Song Zhixiao wanting to get married to his, the Song Family would have given Mian Niang to the Mei Family. Instead, they would have married Mian Niang, thus there wouldn't have been so many things.

It was a pity that Chen Erniu had also mentioned about marriage, so it was impossible for the two of them to get married anymore.

It was a pity for two people, but Mistress Cloud faintly felt that something was wrong, but she did not know what was wrong. Was it her father who said that she was not good, and did not manage to sully their reputation, Chen Erniu though?

It was only then that Mistress Cloud realized what was wrong with her, and she understood as well. She never mentioned anything about it again.

However, Mistress Yun's thoughts were that after living for a while, there would be widows who would remarry. If there were abandoned women, they would not say anything about it. It was just that she did not know if there would be anyone suitable to allow Mian Niang to live a peaceful life.

Thinking of this, Mistress Cloud couldn't help but recall the man's appearance from before. Then, he shook his head, that was not a life of ugliness, especially the eyes that were healthy and spirited, it was a pity that he was a wandering person dressed up, it was unknown how the Song Family elder brother made such a friend, it was not suitable for Mian Niang to have.

After all, he could not let Mian Niang follow him and live a life filled with fear and trepidation in the future.

Even though the two of them weren't getting along well, the wife and wife pair couldn't hide anything and told her everything. Therefore, when Mistress Yun found out about the anger Mian Niang had endured in the Mei Family and how the Mei Family's tofu hyacinth schemed against him, Mistress Yun's heart ached even more because of it. She hated so much that the roots of her teeth itched when she thought of him, and had even started a quarrel with her once over what she had said about Mian Niang.

However, she had never told these to her own mother, nor did she intend to tell Mian Niang about it.

As she sat in the noodle shop and looked at the noodles and soy eggs sent up by the owner, Mistress Cloud's emotions soared again. Maybe that unknown Mr. Jiang was not so bad after all.

Not good, she was hiding her true identity, not daring to let Mian Niang speak of her identity, much less saying that she was a good match.

Mian Niang didn't know that in such a short time, Mistress Cloud would be able to think of so many things. She was busy dealing with the customers in front of her stall.

"Youngsters, didn't you say that the Lin Clan is selling soy sauce vegetables here? Why haven't I seen anyone around?"

The other party was around thirty years old, wore a grey cotton robe, had a hat on his head, and was dressed like a scholar. There was a faint aroma of food on his body, and he stood in front of Mian Niang's stall, asking him why he was not there.

Mian Niang let out an "ah", and didn't know how to answer. She couldn't possibly just directly tell the other party that she was the one who was scared away by the family that was selling pickles.