The Husband I Snatched Is Not Right!-Chapter 121: Don’t Be Stupid When You Go Out—Shake Your Brains Evenly

Chapter 121: Chapter 121: Don’t Be Stupid When You Go Out—Shake Your Brains Evenly

These past few days, the county town has been bustling with people, the streets noisy and lively, with endless calls from street vendors.

The Li Family’s Clothing Shop on Guan Dong Street isn’t big, but the clothes hanging inside are all simple styles, yet finely crafted.

Hui Niang chooses and compares the clothes on Yu Tingwan.

The Li family’s daughter-in-law approaches: "Is there anything you’re not satisfied with? Our clothes are reasonably priced and filled with cotton, and most of the people in our shop are regular customers."

Yu Tingwan’s body stiffens slightly, her hand tightening then loosening under her sleeve. She turns her head to look over with a hint of daze.

"You..."

Li family daughter-in-law: "Miss, have you taken a fancy to any fabric?"

Yu Tingwan gazes directly, answering irrelevantly, with a very low tone: "The hairpin on your head is very beautiful."

The Li family’s daughter-in-law touches it with a smile: "Really?"

She doesn’t take it seriously.

The hairpin style is indeed old, with nothing outstanding about it.

But she’s worn it for a long time, has grown accustomed to it, and is unwilling to change.

The girl purses her lips: "Can you sell it to me?"

Hui Niang: ???

The jewelry shop they just passed by had so many beautiful hairpins, Wan Niang doesn’t want them, why ask for one that’s been worn by someone else?

Hui Niang gives the girl a light pull.

Yu Tingwan speaks very softly: "But I want it."

Hui Niang couldn’t stand her being like this.

Her heart was about to melt.

But someone could stand it.

The Li family’s daughter-in-law furrows her brows: "Not selling. Are you still buying ready-made clothes, or are you here to make trouble?"

Yu Tingwan purses her lips.

If she won’t sell, then she won’t sell.

Why is she still so hostile?

Hui Niang: "We’re buying, are there other fabrics? These colors are too dark."

Yu Tingwan looks over.

Indeed. They’re either gray, dark blue, or navy.

The Li family’s daughter-in-law looks towards Yu Tingwan.

So dark.

Dressed like this, it’s not suitable to wear bright colors either.

Otherwise, it would look even darker.

She laughs: "These colors are dirt-resistant, suitable for working."

And indeed they are.

People from the countryside and the women encountered earlier are dressed like this.

But their family situation is special.

Hui Niang turns to discuss with the girl: "You don’t need to work in our home. Even if they get dirty, it’s not a problem. Mother can wash them clean for you."

"We can go to the fabric store later to choose materials, and mother will personally make a few new clothes for you."

"But making clothes takes time, why not buy one first so you can change the one you’re wearing?"

Yu Tingwan actually thinks the clothes here are quite nice. They’re filled with lots of cotton and look warm.

She has always known how to be content.

But since Hui Niang wants to make them for her, she will accept!

Even the best from outside can’t compare to ones made at home.

"I’ll listen to mother."

The girl has a slim waist and chooses a dark blue outfit.

The size adjustment is quick, and after Yu Tingwan puts on the new cotton coat, she can’t help but smile, the previous disappointment of being refused dissipates.

The Li family’s daughter-in-law: "It’s beautiful, this outfit really suits the young lady."

Yu Tingwan, dark as charcoal: How... come you can flatter like this.

The girl tilts her head slightly, giving a gentle smile: "Aunt Li, please praise me again."

The Li family’s daughter-in-law: ...

Take it or not.

Why call her aunt?

Why forge a closeness?

No discount for you!

Outside the shop, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law head to the fabric store again.

The fabric store is full of materials, and the colors are abundant.

Hui Niang picks up a peach-red fabric: "Since it’s not long after the wedding, red attire is necessary, festive."

She looks at another bolt.

"Light yellow is also nice."

"And this bolt."

Yu Tingwan whispers: "It’s a bit much."

"Not too much."

Thinking about the pitifully small bundle Yu Tingwan brought when she married, Hui Niang especially dislikes the Hu Family’s way of handling things.

Isn’t this bullying an orphan girl?

Yes, every household has its difficulties. The Hu Family isn’t wealthy either.

But why does Hu Yaozu have quite a few clothes?

When Hu Yaozu wears them out, they go to Hu Dalang.

What about Wan Niang?

Pick what Mrs. Wang doesn’t want?

After all, even with past events, Hu Dazhu’s heart is still heavily biased.

Suppressing the resentment, Hui Niang looks at Yu Tingwan with eyes of overflowing affection: "We’ll buy them all, later mom will slowly make them, making clothes for all four seasons, so our Wan Niang can have new clothes throughout the year."

And at this moment, the fabric store is filled with clusters of chatting and laughing women.

"Hey, have you found out, the people who just moved in next to Mr. Zhao, across the alley from us, what are they about?"

"I heard they’re from the countryside, but I often see their daughter-in-law making a show of herself, running around all day. You haven’t seen it, she’s skinny and dark, really disgraceful."

"Last time, I asked Mr. Zhao for help writing a letter, and on my way past her house, I saw her pulling out a small weapon from her sleeve, fiddling with it, and suddenly heard a whizzing sound as a metal arrow shot out, directly piercing the wall, impossible to pry out. Wow, truly terrifying."

Yu Tingwan and Hui Niang have their backs to them, and these people don’t know that the targets of their gossip are right in front, hence their words are unchecked.

Someone is very sour: "They don’t dress well, the whole family looks impoverished, I wonder how they could afford that house."

That’s right next to Mr. Zhao’s.

Many learned people want to buy it.

Yet this family managed to pick up the bargain.

Hui Niang has her face darkened, about to go and argue.

Ultimately influenced by Yu mother’s gentle and serene demeanor, Yu Tingwan holds her back.

"No need to pay attention."

"The mouths belong to them, but we are the ones living our life."

Yu Tingwan’s tone is indifferent: "These people, not living well, take pleasure in gossiping about others, wanting to show how superior they are. Arguing with them, losing is losing grace, winning loses dignity."

"They call us poor, yet we live in a new house, have spare money, and can eat meat at every meal. As our life gets better, it makes them envy, and they become the joke."

Hui Niang hears this, agrees.

Having no interaction, yet these people can speak so nastily in private, probably cut from the same cloth as Granny Fan from the village, and Mrs. Wei.

Why waste words with such people?

She then continues choosing fabrics.

A bit of surprise.

"Wan Niang, look, this jade-green fabric is good, very soft, your skin is tender, making it into underwear, it certainly won’t be uncomfortable."

Over there, the long-faced woman rolls her eyes: "You wouldn’t know, their son is a sickly one. Every day there’s a doctor visiting for treatment and diagnosis."

"Why mock the daughter-in-law for being unattractive? She can’t lift a hand, can’t shoulder a burden, just a useless person, what pot matches what lid, being able to marry a wife is already fortunate."

Yu Tingwan, who seconds ago said the mouths are on others, strides over quickly.

She can ignore other things, but cannot bear anyone speaking ill of Wei Shen.

So fast, Hui Niang can’t hold her back.

The girl’s appearance makes those women all change expressions.

Yu Tingwan’s gaze is cold: "What’s the point of insulting behind others’ backs? Speak, why not continue? Weren’t you all very bold just now?"

"Don’t be foolish when you go out, make sure to shake your brain into place. Do you really think you have a say in matters concerning my family?"