Travel to the famine year to go to the sea, and become rich with the zombie girlfriend

Many people followed suit and began to wipe their tears. One elderly man burst into tears and said, "Old Li, how could he be so depressed that he jumped off the building..."

"Business is tough. I heard Mr. Li was tricked into building several large ships, and the cost was incredibly high! Who knew a sudden snowstorm would happen? We've been struggling for the past two years..."

Big ship?

Xia Qingqing's ears suddenly pricked up, and she looked at Li Dongjia with a hint of regret.

The snowstorm is about to pass!

"Oh, if this business doesn't pick up, I'm afraid I'll jump off the building..." A man murmured, wiped his tears and turned away, as if he was afraid that others would see his tears.

"The dead cannot be brought back to life. Miss Li, please accept my condolences."

Everyone offered their advice and left, as if quickly accepting the reality. The street gradually grew quieter, with only Li Nian's desperate cries remaining.

"Uncle Li..."

Wang Qingyan's face turned pale and her lips trembled. She shook her head, still unable to believe that the person she had greeted this morning was dead.

"Wang Qingyan, get out of here! Are you happy now?" Li Nian pushed her away and shouted angrily, "I don't want your hypocrisy!"

If she could have married into the Ouyang family, the Li family would have been saved.

But Wang Qingyan happened to intervene, otherwise his father would not have jumped off the building. It was all Wang Qingyan's fault.

Her eyes suddenly turned and saw Xia Qingqing not far away, with a look of immense hatred in her eyes.

No matter what, the dead are greater.

Xia Qingqing shook her head helplessly, turned around and took a worn piece of clothing from the backpack, slowly walked forward and covered Li Dongjia's body and blood-stained cheeks with the clothes.

She squatted on the ground, turned her head and said to Li Nian, "Now that your father is dead, the debt problem has fallen on you and your mother. If you want to solve this problem, there is only one person who can help you."

"That person really isn't from the Ouyang family, but me, Xia Qingqing." Xia Qingqing didn't look at Li Nian's expression. She stood up and took a few steps, glancing sideways. "I'm in Dayu Village, ready to welcome Master Li anytime."

Mr. Li?

The once famous Li Dongjia, who was once popular throughout Qinghe Town, is gone. As his only daughter, she has to shoulder the responsibility of the entire family.

Li Nian started laughing while crying. She really wanted to laugh at Xia Qingqing's arrogance.

But deep down in my heart, hope began to rise unconsciously, and the flame of hope grew bigger and bigger.

The Li family members arrived soon, and Wang Qingyan got up and left.

She looked at the pool of blood left after Uncle Li was carried away and began to worry.

Their family seemed to be doing much better, but they were all supported by the family fortune left by their ancestors. If this continued, most of the family fortune would be squandered.

She should also prepare for a rainy day.

"Susu, this material has such a beautiful color!" Xia Qingqing picked up a piece of material and gestured on Su Xi's body, then turned around and asked, "How much is this material?"

The shopkeeper Kang inside the shop quickly introduced: "This girl has a very good eye. This is silk material, and each piece only costs two taels..."

His voice grew smaller and smaller, and he became less and less confident.

"And the materials here are also very good. These are just over a hundred copper coins each," the shopkeeper said, walking around, eager to introduce them all. "This ready-made garment is even more economical. One piece costs only twenty to fifty copper coins. Although the material is linen, it's very thick..."

Shopkeeper Kang's tone was flattering and a little humble, which made Xia Qingqing, who was looking at clothes, feel a little embarrassed.

It was the same in her previous life. Whenever she met a warm-hearted shop assistant, she would become socially anxious.

"Choose one for him first. This one, this one..." Xia Qingqing pointed at the cheapest ready-made garment. "Both of these are good. Try them..."

Huo Yihan saw Xia Qingqing's sly smile and smiled helplessly. He took the brightest clothes in the store and went upstairs.

"Miss Xia."

Wang Qingyan walked into the shop and smiled, saying, "We are truly destined to meet. I never thought Miss Xia would come to our shop..."

Xia Qingqing took the cloth and said with some surprise, "So this is Miss Wang's shop. It's really fate."

"Shopkeeper Kang, please don't charge for the materials that Miss Xia has selected."

Shopkeeper Kang frowned upon hearing this and immediately stepped forward and whispered, "Miss, business is tough these days. How can you give away money when you haven't made any money?"

"What are you doing, Miss Wang? No merit, no reward."

Seeing Xia Qingqing looking at her with a smile, Wang Qingyan felt a little nervous, as if someone had seen through her inner soul.

"Miss Xia, don't misunderstand," Wang Qingyan was a little flustered. Finally, she sighed and sat down on the chair.

That carefree look seemed to be saying: I'm not pretending anymore, I'm going to reveal my cards.

"First of all, the Lingzhi you gave me is worth far more than three hundred taels, so my gift of some cloth is nothing. Secondly, I'm also interested in what you just said to Li Nian!"

After saying all this in one breath, Wang Qingyan finally felt relieved.

Shopkeeper Kang covered his forehead with his hands, looking helpless, and kept muttering, "Miss, Miss, please pay attention to your image..."

"Okay, I accept your kindness," Xia Qingqing looked at Wang Qingyan and said seriously, "Actually, you look very good the way you are..."

"Ahem..." Wang Qingyan was a little embarrassed, but more of a secret delight.

This is the first time in my life that someone has said that it is good to be like this. I don’t have to restrict my movements or hold my voice when speaking. It is really comfortable.

Being a lady from a wealthy family is really tiring, so tiring.

Dengdengdeng.

The sound of footsteps coming down the stairs was heard, and everyone turned to look over and froze in their tracks.

Huo Yihan, standing there in a red robe, immediately attracted everyone's attention. At this moment, he was like a ball of blazing flame, exuding heroic spirit.

Although it is made of linen, it has such a natural elegance that people dare not approach it.

"Handsome, very handsome..." Shopkeeper Kang saw the man look so good in red clothes for the first time and couldn't help but praise him.

Even Su Xi murmured coldly: "Seducing Qingqing again."

Xia Qingqing was startled by Su Xi's sudden words. She looked up at Huo Yihan's eyes and found that he was smiling triumphantly.

He seemed very satisfied with their reactions.

This guy is so showy. If I had known, I wouldn't have chosen such bright colors for him to show off.

As night fell, everything was quiet. As Xia Qingqing and the other two drove their ox cart into the village, they saw a crowd of people standing around a bonfire.

"Oh, I wonder if Xia Qingqing's tiger has been sold? I heard that they are going to sell it to Mr. Ouyang's house." A villager stamped his feet in coldness and said to the people around him.

Suddenly, a burst of laughter could be heard, and Huang mocked, "It's a wonder this little girl can be sold! She's such a traitor!"