The Peasant Wife Has a Space

Jiang Cheng is already very mature at his age.

In fact, Jiang Cheng is not that old yet, she just transmigrated into the teenage body of the original owner, and her real age is already in her thirties.

According to her age, Zhao Xiulan is still an old cow eating tender grass!

The two were chatting, Zhao Xiulan learned that the woman was called Zhao Hong, and when she heard Zhao Xiulan's name, Zhao Hong joked, "Oh, girl, your surname is Zhao too? It's a coincidence, maybe our ancestors are still the main family."

Zhao Hong's temperament is carefree and enthusiastic.

He speaks bluntly, but it can be seen that he has no scheming.

Compared with the politeness of others on the surface, Zhao Xiulan still prefers Zhao Hong's character.

So chatting with Zhao Hong is also very good, giving birth to the meaning of friendship.

After all, we have to live together for a period of time in the future, and there will definitely be more opportunities for neighbors to deal with each other.

Zhao Xiulan doesn't have any friends in the northwest, so having good friends in many places is naturally the best.

Just after Zhao Hong finished saying this, another woman came out of the room next to her, and after hearing Zhao Hong's words, she said sarcastically, "I said Zhao Hong, don't mess around with others, you A country scumbag who doesn't even look at who he is, is too embarrassed to have a relationship with others, saying that he is from his own family."

The woman said, rolled her eyes, and looked down on Zhao Hong.

The woman's name is Zhang Feng, and she is also a family member of a **** man in the project department.

However, Zhang Feng is from the city, and he is very particular about his clothes.

Zhao Hong is a countryman, and she is not as carefree as the city people.

Therefore, Zhang Feng looked down on Zhao Hong, and usually eliminated Zhao Hong. number seven

After Zhang Feng said this, Zhao Hong's face suddenly turned red.

"This is my business, what does it have to do with you? I'll let you take care of it." Zhao Hong replied angrily to Zhang Feng.

"It's none of my business, but I just can't get used to some people's rambling relationships, and I don't even look at who I am, a villager with mud legs who came out of the ravines and said that I belong to other people in the city. Putting gold on your face like this?" Zhang Feng said yin and yang with his hands on his hips.

While talking about Zhao Hong, he looked at Zhao Xiulan.

Seeing that Zhao Xiulan's dress is more particular, and her skin is fair, she looks like a city person, and only city people can raise her body so well.

Which looks like Zhao Hong?

Even if his man is also from the project department, what is from the country is from the country, and there is no way to change the things in the bones.

Take this Zhao Hong, for example. She has a grumpy face, rough skin, and calluses on her hands. She is not as delicate as the people in the city. Moreover, Zhao Hong has a loud voice, and usually does things like a countryman.

No wonder she looked down on Zhao Hong. As a city person, Zhang Feng had an inexplicable sense of superiority and looked down on country people.

Thinking that Jiangcheng is from Lushi, but it came from a big city. Presumably Zhao Xiulan's family background is not too bad, and she pays attention to the right of the family. If Zhao Xiulan is too bad, it is impossible for a good comrade in Jiangcheng to like her.

Hearing Zhang Feng's words, Zhao Xiulan felt that this woman had gone too far.

She really couldn't bear to talk about people's identities and talk about people from the country and the city.

What happened to the country folks?

Without the grain grown by the farmers, what would the city people eat and drink?

The country people paid so much, not to be laughed at by the city people.