MTL - The General’s Little Peasant Wife-Chapter 21 Save the field

Yang Xiuer didn't want to leave, but the words of the people were so obvious. If they didn't go, they didn't seem to be able to do it. The moment they left a gloomy face.

When the two walked to the foot of the mountain, Yang Lele turned to look at Yang Xiuer and saw her back in the air, not to mention how happy she was.

"Seduce her."

"Well, let's go." Ning Mengyao shook his head with a funny smile, and Yang Lele was so tired of such things. She really didn't have much interest.

Yang Xiuer is actually like that, but it is just too greedy.

With a smile, Yang Lele no longer said anything. The two were hanging around on the mountain. Before it rained, there were some mushrooms on the mountain. Although there were not many mushrooms on the mountain, they were still a lot of people in the afternoon. This made Yang Lele very happy, even though there is no today. Do embroidery work.

Originally, Ning Mengyao thought that after this incident, Yang Xiuer would definitely not come over for a long time. Who knows that she came again the next morning, and she was doing her own embroidery work every day when she was in class. It is like this.

This made Ning Mengyao pick a little eyebrows, and couldn't help but be curious. What kind of ghosts did she have?

Although curious, Ning Mengyao did not put too much attention on Yang Xiuer, but began to embroider his own screen.

Every time she embroidered the screen, Yang Xiuer always looked at her with her eyes, she knew, but she wanted to learn the acupuncture, and she also had to understand Yang Xiuer.

Sure enough, after watching it for a long time, Yang Xiuer could not see the truth inside.

I want to ask, but when I saw Ning Mengyao’s face that I was doing my work, I couldn’t ask, and how could she ask? Is it right to tell people directly that you embroidered slowly to show me, so that she can not tell how thick the skin is.

Because of this, Yang Xiuer will be the same as the cat scratching his heart at the moment, but he can't open his mouth to ask.

Always the heart of the torment, only she can understand.

Ning Mengyao flashed a sarcasm in her eyes. She didn't know that Yang Xiuer had been staring at her. Of course, I know that if I want to learn these needles, I have to look at her eyes and not.

There was nothing wrong with the two people in the afternoon, but the atmosphere was different.

When Yang Xiuer was about to stand the question, Yang Lele suddenly ran over in a panic: "Yao Yao, help me, beg you, help me."

Ning Mengyao looked at Yang Lele strangely, put down the needle thread in her hand, and patted her shoulder in a soothing manner: "Don’t worry, slowly say, what's wrong with this."

From the beginning of her understanding of Yang Lele, she knew that Yang Lele was a very optimistic person. Now that she is so anxious, she must have done something big, otherwise she will not be in a hurry.

Hearing the voice of Ning Mengyao, Yang Lele calmed down in a strange mood and suppressed the worry in his heart. The voice said a little choked: "Yao Yao my brother is doing work in the town, something happened, his leg was broken, The doctor said it was very serious and it took a lot of money, but I...I..."

"Well, don't worry, it's not a problem to solve with money. How much is it?" Ning Mengyao immediately understood that it was not enough money at home, and wanted to borrow some money from her.

Yang Lele is a very strong person, even if it is in front of her. If it is not really impossible, she will not come to find her.

"Thirty-two." The doctor said that it would be almost fifty-two, but their family also had some money in those years, and it was still thirty-two.

"Don't worry, I will take it for you." Ning Mengyao patted Yang Lele's hand, comforted him and turned back to the room to get the money.

Yang Xiuer was able to understand it on the other side. Thirty-two silver son Ning Mengyao’s eyes were not borrowed, but he was able to borrow it. I can imagine that there is definitely a lot of money in Ning Mengyao’s hands...if...

In an instant, Yang Xiuer’s mind was alive and there was an idea in her heart that she should not have.

Soon, Ning Mengyao took the silver out, but there were more than twenty-two. With the silver handed by Ning Mengyao, Yang Le’s musician shivered slightly. She knew that Ning Mengyao was not short of money, and she could lend it to her. Fifty two, this makes her still.

"Well, take it back and treat your brother for treatment. The rest will buy some big bone soup for him to drink. This is good for his injury. The injured person should have been able to make up for it, and don't think about it. Can't return it to me, forget the words of Luo Yan? I don't have to worry about the money. You can give it to me again." Seeing Yang Lele's face tangled, Ning Mengyao still can't understand what she is thinking? ? Said at the moment.

Yang Lele’s warmth in his heart, watching Ning Mengyao seriously said: “Yao Yao thank you, money I will return to you as soon as possible, your business is my business in the future.”