The pretty widow is addicted to money, and the little wolfdog asks for a hug

Gu Qinghuai didn't think this was some shameful privacy, and said generously: "My husband Zhou Duoyin is a kind and honest man. He fell in love with me at first sight at the Dragon Boat Race on the Dragon Boat Festival. A few days after Yuan Zian broke off my engagement, he came to propose marriage. I have been married to him for a year, and he has been tortured to death by his biased parents."

In fact, the original owner had deep feelings for Zhou Duoyin, but unfortunately she was not the original owner. To her, Zhou Duoyin was just a poor man with a very tragic end.

She had only sympathy for him.

Qi Yuanshuo's eyes were always on Gu Qinghuai's face, from her eyes to her cheeks, not missing a single subtle expression.

He was a little surprised. This woman's eyes were full of sarcasm when she talked about Yuan Zian, and she didn't show any particular sadness when she talked about her dead husband.

She seemed to love neither of those two men.

As a woman, being broken off from an engagement and humiliated is already a major blow.

Just one year after getting married, she became a widow, pregnant with a posthumous child, and was almost sold to an old widower by her in-laws. I'm afraid that most women would not be able to bear such a miserable life situation, but she still had a bright smile and was full of vitality.

It seems that the terrible experiences in the past cannot hurt her at all. She is still full of confidence, still holds her head high and is full of hope.

In Qi Yuanshuo's impression, women in Daxia, no matter they are noble ladies from wealthy families or poor women from humble backgrounds, all attach great importance to marriage.

From the moment one is born to the age of fifteen, all one is busy and scheming for is to find a good family and a good husband. It seems that only in this way can there be hope in life.

If they become old women who do not want to marry, or their husbands die early, or they are divorced and sent home, they will fall into a hopeless situation. It seems that only tears and self-pity are waiting for them.

Gu Qinghuai is different from all of them.

As for what was different, Qi Yuanshuo suddenly figured it out.

Those women pin their hopes in life on men. They cannot survive without men and have no self at all.

And the only one Gu Qinghuai can rely on is herself!

She lives for herself, and men are not included in her life plan at all, and have become dispensable.

She... is a woman of great character.

Qi Yuanshuo took a step forward, looked up at the smiling woman beside him, and suddenly said with a blushing face: "Gu Qinghuai, can I, can I call you Sister Xiaohuai from now on?" Just as intimately as Meng Wubing.

Gu Qinghuai was stunned, stopped, tilted his head to look at him, and suddenly grinned: "Sure, brat, you have a good eye for talent. If you become my, Gu Qinghuai's little brother, I will protect him. Come on, call me Sister Xiaohuai!"

Qi Yuanshuo's cheeks flushed, he quickly called out "Sister Xiaohuai" and walked forward quickly.

Gu Qinghuai put his hands on his hips and giggled: "You little brat, you're quite shy."

The two arrived at the East Market. In order to save time, Gu Qinghuai decided to split up into two groups. She asked Xiao Shitou to sell ginseng while she sold game.

Qi Yuanshuo held the hundred-year-old ginseng, his eyes flickered slightly: "Little... Little Huai sister, aren't you afraid that I will run away with the ginseng?"

There was no written contract or any substantial bond between the two of them.

Gu Qinghuai raised his eyebrows: "You think this is worth something?"

Qi Yuanshuo was slightly startled, avoided Gu Qinghuai's sharp gaze, turned around and left with the ginseng.

Gu Qinghuai looked at his back and snorted in his heart, "You little bastard! Still pretending? You've revealed too much."

First, the hands.

Although the palms and fingertips have calluses from long-term martial arts practice and weapon playing, the skin on the edges of the fingers and the backs of the hands is very delicate.

Gu Qinghuai saw it clearly when he tried to wash his hands with soap in the morning.

Secondly, it is his eating manners and the temperament in his every move. The habits and upbringing that have been developed since childhood and engraved in his bones are not something that everyone can pretend to have.

And his kung fu skills, to have achieved such accomplishments at the age of thirteen, was a result not only of his extraordinary talent but also of long-term training.

He must have started learning martial arts at a very young age, and the person who taught him martial arts was definitely not an ordinary warrior.

The price of hiring an ordinary martial artist is not something that ordinary people can afford, let alone those peerless masters.

Ordinary people simply cannot be invited.

Although Nubao still hasn't remembered who Xiao Shitou is, Gu Qinghuai has a rough guess about his identity.

In short, it definitely does not come from an ordinary family.

In fact, Gu Qinghuai asked Xiao Shitou to sell ginseng just to get him away.

Because Gu Qinghuai didn't want to sell any of the game, he kept them all for himself. Anyway, the space was kept fresh and it didn't matter how long they were kept.

After traveling back from the end of the world, Gu Qinghuai suddenly developed a quirk: she wanted to hoard anything edible.

Food, vegetables, meat, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea, fruits, dried fruits, and even water, I want to stock up as much as I have.

The more you stockpile, the safer you feel.

She worked hard to make money so that she could hire people to farm on a large scale and harvest more food in the future.

Who can be sure that a major natural disaster will not strike the Great Xia Kingdom?

With food in hand, there is no need to panic. This is Gu Qinghuai's last trump card.

Gu Qinghuai hid in a remote corner, chopped all the game in the basket, drained the blood, and then stored it in the space.

After doing all this, she returned to the East Market and bought several bags of rice and flour, and put them all into the space.

Ever since Xiao Shitou, the glutton, came to our family, food has been consumed very quickly.

Of course, the word "glutton" has absolutely no derogatory or insulting meaning, it is purely a description of objective facts.

In addition to rice and flour, another important ingredient is pork fat.

You can't make soap without lard.

Gu Qinghuai visited all the meat stalls and bought dozens of kilograms of lard and fat, and put them all into the space.

From now on, you have to come in the morning to buy lard. There were no refrigerators in ancient times. In the hot summer, the meat was stored from morning to afternoon and was not as fresh.

Gu Qinghuai decided to take some time to buy up all the pork fat in the county town. If there was no more in the county town, he would go to the provincial capital, Wuzhou.

It never hurts to have more lard.

After buying things, Gu Qinghuai went directly to Jinhua Street. She and Xiao Shitou agreed to meet at the south end of Jinhua Street.

Jinhua Street is the most prosperous street in Qinghe County, and the largest store selling toiletries, Muxiang Pavilion, is located on this street.

The items sold in Muxiang Pavilion are actually quite diverse, including rouge and powder as well as toiletries.

However, they are all related to a person's appearance.

Gu Qinghuai had inquired around and found out that Muxiang Pavilion's headquarters was in the imperial capital, and it had branches in all the large and small cities within Daxia.

If their Qingji Soap can cooperate with Muxiang Pavilion, it will quickly become well-known.

Gu Qinghuai sat under a big tree on the street to enjoy the cool air.

A group of people were fighting crickets nearby, and they would occasionally shout and cheer.

One of the young men in red brocade clothes looked the most energetic, and his voice became hoarse from shouting.

The young man in red is handsome, with willow-shaped eyebrows and narrow eyes, and a teardrop mole under the right corner of his eye. Perhaps it is because of his dandy nature, there is always a bit of ruffian on his face.

Shu Mingzong