The Head of the House Is Unmarried

Ask for collection Lu Ling'er lost her father at a young age and had a blind mother and young brother to support. She saw that Song Qulian, the only son of the richest man, was very wealthy, but even if he had only a few fingers, her family of three could be fed and clothed, so she came up with the idea of harvesting his wool. It happened that Song Qulian was about to form a water Cuju team, and the steward of the Song family strongly recommended it. In order to get twenty taels of silver per month, Lu Ling'er tightened her chest and sneaked into the team. It's okay for a woman to be exposed as a man, but Lu Ling'er still doesn't do her job properly. Song Qulian was working with prostitutes in the hook bar. She set up a stall in front of the brothel selling flowers and sachets. Song Qulian met friends in the boat, and she punted on the river to sell fishing gear and snacks. Someone saw this and laughed at Song Qulian: "When did you become so hungry that you could even accompany a fisherman girl covered in fish smell? Are you not afraid that the smell of pickled fish on her body will hit your nose, Master Song?" Hearing this, Song Qulian frowned coldly, put a glass of warm wine into her intestines, and quietly ordered her subordinates: "Go, capsize that awning boat for me, young master." Small Theater That night, Lu Ling'er quietly dug out the cloth bag buried under the elm tree in the backyard. Using an oil lamp, he carefully counted the coins, pearls, jade, etc. Inside. Thinking about how I had to endure the humiliation and endure the humiliation at Song Qulian's side for more than half a year. Now she has money and a good match. Lu Ling'er patted the bulging cloth bag in her hand with satisfaction, then buried it back in its place with a smile. Lu Ling'er blew out the lamp and slept soundly all night. Unexpectedly, when I woke up the next morning, a small snow-colored note lay beside my pillow, saying: Ill-gotten wealth shall be returned to its original owner. I hurried to the yard and took a look. I saw dust scattered under the locust tree and an empty cloth bag with its mouth open in the hole, as if the man was laughing at his face. Bah, this evil Song Qulian! *Ask for collection * 1V1 Dual C HE Intention: If your heart is facing the sun, you can always meet the light!