Maybe my mother-in-law would blame her. She would be crazy about reading the broken books and writings.

But there are indeed many unknown and unexplained phenomena in this world.

But she didn't expect that she would meet her. She hoped that this was her own hallucination and random guessing. Just as her mother-in-law said, she would be crazy after reading too many books.

No, this letter is the exact evidence.

She and Brother Xiaoshan studied in school for several years, and the one who taught them was an old scholar. The old scholar was unsuccessful all his life, but he wrote good writing.

She also has the talent for writing. The old scholar likes her very much and always tells her some experience in practicing calligraphy.

So she could tell at a glance that Qiao Qingyu's handwriting was not right.

Qingyu was in the fourth grade and the school was disbanded.

After the school returned to normal order, she stopped studying, but she knew what her daughter looked like when she wrote.

Qiao Qingyu, who wrote this letter, actually wrote good handwriting.

It cannot be written without ten or eight years.

Even if you deliberately imitate it, you can see it.

But now there is no way to compare, because when Qiao Qingyu was fifteen years old, she burned all the homework diary with her words.

To be honest, this is her daughter. She was born in ten months of pregnancy and was white when she was born. She had never seen such a beautiful child in a village.

They said that this was the little fairy from heaven who came down to earth, and she felt that the same was true.

Even though she became more and more stupid later, even if she was a little suspicious, she really didn't think about that.

Until Qiao Qingyu got drunk while He Xiuyu...

All the suspicion in her heart turned into disgust and hatred.

Even if she was still her own daughter, she felt hatred.

She loved her so much, but she loved her, but she was stabbed by her daughter.

She knew what kind of relationship she had with the He family, but she did such a thing, and it would be fine if she did such a thing, but she called so many people to watch, trying to create a certain fact, but she didn't know what kind of result would be.

Can she be happy?

How could He Shan’s wife tolerate a marriage she got like this?

Can He Xiuyu respect her?

Moreover, she knew that her mother had such a relationship with the He family. To put it bluntly, even if she and He Xiuyu fell in love with each other in a passionate way, she would have to cut off this relationship.

So if Qiao Qingyu didn't regard her mother as her mother, she wouldn't recognize her, but in the end she was soft-hearted and sent her the wedding dress embroidered and all the savings at home.

The borrowed money cannot be used, so all the money from the He family sent it back.

From then on, the mountains and rivers are high and the waters are far away and there will be no contact again.

She just pretends not to have this daughter, and Qiao Qingyu just thinks not to have this mother.

But she didn't expect that she would come back anyway.

She doesn't want to see her.

Of course, I firmly disagree with Qiao Qingyu coming to see her.

But unexpectedly, Qiao Qingyu, who came back this time, completely subverted her perception.

For some reason, the proud and arrogant daughter of the children who are called King Qiao by the children always appear in her mind these days.

Her daughter is proud and smart. She knows when to do something, and does not say that she is invincible, but she has never suffered any losses.

So, after being insulted by those women Zhao Daju, she fought back, and the counterattack was so beautiful.

Qiao Zhicai was still talking, but the joy and pride in her eyes could not be concealed. She stretched out her hand and interrupted him impatiently, "Okay, stop talking, let Qingyu come tomorrow."

"I just said, don't be so stubborn. That's your own daughter, not someone else's child. She knows that she was wrong..." Suddenly, Qiao Zhicai opened his eyes wide and looked at Han Xianglan in disbelief, "You...what did you... just now?"

Han Xianglan said impatiently, "I can't tell you clearly, let your daughter come tomorrow."

Qiao Zhicai was so happy that he almost jumped up from the kang. After thinking about it, he quickly put on his clothes and shoes, pushed the door open and walked out.

Han Xianglan frowned, "It's almost eleven o'clock, where are you going?"

"I'll tell Qingyu."

"She has been sleeping. It's so late. Why are you trying to mess with her? Isn't it over to pick her up tomorrow morning?"

Qiao Zhicai stood at the door, laughed loudly, raised his head and held back the tears in his eyes. It was so good. The bumps in his wife's heart seemed to be untied. He was like he was put on fire these days, which was so uncomfortable.

In fact, he secretly returned to the Qiao family brigade three times, but he saw it once, and that time Qiao Qingyu was still far away.

Because he was worried that his daughter would hold him to see him and want to see Han Xianglan, he couldn't stop him and then something happened. Isn't it in vain to take medicine and get injections these days?

So he didn't dare to show up, but he was proud.

His daughter stood next to Captain Sun. The girl was less than eighteen years old. Her waist was straight and her eyebrows were confident. She suddenly thought that she was a big cadre from the provincial capital.

The smile on his face could not be stopped.

Now that my wife finally agreed to see her daughter, he no longer has to be angry with the splint.

...

The next morning, the bright sunshine passed through the clouds to cover the land of the North City. The sky in the North City was as blue as a gem, without a trace of clouds. It rained last night, making it even more blue and clear. The willow leaves of the willow trees were tender and green, swaying slightly with the morning breeze.

The land of the North City was covered with green clothes, and a vibrant and hopeful day began again.

Niu Guili, who was cooking in the kitchen, felt satisfied in her heart. She said that a good wife could not cook without rice and had nothing, and no matter how good her cooking skills were, they would be useless.

Yesterday morning, my sister-in-law and the others went to the Mobei grassland. She pasted the last scoop of cornmeal at home with big pancakes, stir-fry a bowl of pickled vegetables, and made a soup with wild vegetables picked the day before yesterday.

I won't have much to eat at noon.

But she didn't dare to make a statement, worried that her sister-in-law would hear her. She was uneasy to live at home. Her sister-in-law had been married and she was a petite guest. How many days could she stay in the Qiao family brigade? If her mother-in-law doesn't forgive her, she probably should have returned to Xichuan.

But I didn't expect that in the morning, I got up, there was a bag of white flour, a bag of corn, and half a bag of millet in the kitchen.

Then there was a bundle of vermicelli and dry noodles on the cabinet.

There was also a pot of white and fat buns on the dining table in the main hall.

I once thought there was a god incident at home.

After my sister-in-law got up, she realized that she bought it at the county grain store.

Logically, the grain coupons she has in her hand cannot buy food from Beicheng Grain Store, but her grain coupons are military-industrial food coupons nationwide.

That's why I can buy so much food back.

Now the buns are hot in the pot and millet porridge is boiled.
Chapter completed!