When Jiang Fuyue opened her eyes, she found that she had become the vicious stepmother despised by everyone in Dahuai Village.
The house was surrounded by bare walls, her three children looked at her like a thief, and there was a coffin parked at the door.
The villagers sneered:
"Jiang's destiny is strong, and she just happens to be in charge of the wedding!"
Jiang Fuyue rolled up her sleeves:
"Sure, it's a one-stop service. I'll arrange the funeral arrangements, find the things, and charge extra."
Everyone was waiting to see her make a fool of herself, but as soon as she entered the mourning hall, the case of Xiang Mie three times was solved, the silver bracelet that was buried with her was found, the filial son who stole the money knelt down, and the pretender died on the spot.
From then on, the painting style of Dahuai Village completely deviated.
He looked for her when he lost his chicken, looked for her when he was in the cold room, and looked for her when he heard from Laojing.
Jiang Fuyue was raising three cubs while working on simple cases of dilapidated houses, and turned the dilapidated house into a lively world.
The eldest cub protected the family with a cold face, the second cub took the account book to hold a grudge, and the little cub blinked and said:
"Mom, it's a bit cold here."
The villagers trembled: Can she really see it?
Jiang Fuyue collected the money calmly:
"Don't be afraid, pay the deposit first."
