After the marriage, the strong beauty became rich and busy raising children

"Mom, look, there's this." Guan Lei opened another small plastic bag, "A matching red veil."

Zhang Caihe touched the silk tassels on her veil and said with emotion, "You are so lucky. When mom first married me, she didn't have these things. She just put a red towel on her head and went out."

Guan Lei looked at Guan Youshuang beside her, made a regretful expression, and said, "I was planning to buy a set for my sister, but this is the only set left in the store."

"I don't need it." Guan Youshuang smiled faintly, "I don't pay attention to these forms."

"Well, your figure is similar to mine, so just wear my suit. I've only worn it once and it's always been at the bottom of the box. It's very new." Zhang Caihe said without turning her head.

Guan Youshuang couldn't help but laugh when she thought of her original self wearing that ill-fitting old wedding dress.

"What are you laughing at?" Zhang Caihe glared.

"Nothing, the wedding dress is pretty. You guys take your time trying it on. I'll go out."

"Where are you going?" Zhang Caihe thought of the 100 yuan she had just waved and said, "I have already sewn the quilt. There are two pieces of cloth at home. You can take them too. The kettle and washbasin will be sent by relatives. There is nothing else to prepare. Don't spend money recklessly."

"Mom, didn't you say that the cloth at home was for me?" Guan Lei asked in a low voice.

"I'll take you to the store to buy yours later. The color of the fabric is too light and it's not suitable for you."

When Guan Youshuang walked out of the door, she saw Guan Ruijie.

He lay on the ground, struggling and shouting, his hands tied behind his back. The chubby little boy Fengfeng was riding on him, shaking him hard, and the other children were cheering on the side.

"What a loser!" Guan Youshuang cursed in her heart, walked over, picked up Fengfeng effortlessly like an eagle lifting a chick, and threw him onto a pile of sand and rocks on the side.

The other children were so scared that they ran away.

"Miss."

"You, you, you hurt me when I fell." Fengfeng cried and ran towards his home, looking back as he ran, "I want to tell my mother."

Guan Youshuang casually patted the dirt off Guan Ruijie's clothes and said, "Didn't I tell you? If someone hits you, you should fight back. Why don't you fight back?"

"I, I can't beat him." Guan Ruijie stammered.

"Did you not fight or was it because you couldn't fight? If you continue like this, there will be more and more people bullying you in the future. You..."

Before Guan Youshuang finished speaking, Wang Yuetao, who was wearing an apron, came over with Fengfeng and asked loudly, "Guan Youshuang, is it really you? I didn't believe what my son said just now. You usually don't talk much, but you have such a vicious heart.

"You are really good! How could you hit a child? Look at Fengfeng's legs, they are all red, and his pants are worn out by the sand and stones. If you don't give me an explanation today, we will go to the village chief to seek justice."

As she spoke, she pulled up Fengfeng's pants.

Guan Youshuang didn't even look at him, and said slowly, "Aunt, shouldn't you clarify the truth before questioning others?"

"What are you talking about? Didn't you hit Fengfeng's leg?"

Guan Youshuang grabbed Guan Ruijie, pointed at the scratches on his face, and said, "Ask your son first what's going on. Only your son is a human being, but my brother is not, right? Is it because your son is used to bullying in the village, and you, as a mother, can't bear to see him suffer a little? You really want to find the village chief to reason with him, right? Let's go and see who is right?"

Wang Yuetao was stunned and glanced at Guan Youshuang a few times.

When did the eldest daughter of the Guan family become so powerful?

"Well, it's normal for children to fight. Why are you interfering?"

"Yes! So why are you rushing over here in such a hurry?"

"Forget it, forget it. I'm too lazy to talk to you. Let's just let it go." Wang Yuetao waved her hand, took her son's hand, and said loudly, "Let's go. There are plenty of friends in the village. Be careful next time you play."

"I advise you to discipline your son and don't let it happen again!" Guan Youshuang shouted at their backs.

"You go back." Guan Youshuang said to Guan Ruijie.

"Sister, what are you going to do?"

"Let's go for a walk in the street."

*

The village where Guan Youshuang's family lives is called Guanxia Valley.

The village is quite special. It is located in the central area, surrounded by mountains and water, and more importantly, it has convenient transportation.

The largest street in the area is near their village.

Ten minutes later, Guan Youshuang arrived on the street.

It was market day, and the streets were bustling with people coming and going.

Guan Youshuang spotted the hot cold noodle stall that was doing a booming business.

According to the original body's memory, this cold noodle shop was very famous. As soon as the stall owner opened the stall, hundreds of cold noodles were swept away by people who came to the market in the morning.

Not only do people eat the food themselves, they also pack it up for their families.

Look, at this moment, the ten small tables next to the stall are already surrounded by people, and there is a long, crooked queue on the stall.

When Guan Youshuang walked over, the aroma of the cold noodles wafted into her nose, and she felt herself swallowing involuntarily.

She consciously stood at the back.

If I had cell phones in my previous life, I could have waited in line and read posts and watched dramas. But now, I can only watch people.

It’s a bit boring, but of course there’s also a sense of comfort that life has slowed down.

"Are you from Gujiatai? I think I saw you before when I was delivering grain at the grain station."

At the wooden table next to Guan Youshuang, a middle-aged woman with a floral headscarf took a sip of cold noodles and asked.

The person she was asking was another middle-aged woman with short hair who was sitting opposite her.

The two of them shared a table.

"Oh, yes. Which village are you from?"

"I'm from Zhaogou." The woman with the flowery headscarf ate a piece of gluten, leaned forward, and whispered, "Huang Chunyan is from your village, right? She's the woman who married Gu Yunliang."

"Oh, yes, our neighbor."

"Is their youngest son going to get married?"

"Ah, yes. I heard it's on the sixth day of this month. It's probably going to be a big one. They said they've invited not only the whole village but also people from the neighboring village. Their youngest son is a government employee. The girl from Guanxia Guan Family is really blessed."

The woman with the flowered headscarf picked up the bowl and drank the soup. She wiped her mouth contentedly and whispered, "Do you know which daughter of the Guan family I married?"

"My little daughter."

The woman in the flowered headscarf smiled and said, "I heard it's the eldest daughter's turn."

"Ah? Changed?" The woman raised her voice, causing people around her to look over frequently.

"Because the eldest daughter was originally going to marry Zhao Yang from our village, but I don't know why the marriage was suddenly changed. Zhao Yang's mother said that the betrothal gift was suddenly reduced by 200 yuan."

"Ah? Really? I didn't know that at all."

"I don't know if it's normal, it seems to be something that happened this morning. Okay, I'm done eating, I'm leaving first."

The Zhao family gave 200 less betrothal gifts, while the Gu family gave 200 more. As a good mother, she really understood the word "fairness"!