The Story of a Little Village Girl Getting Rich

Seeing other people's wonderful things is not as wonderful as yourself. This is Xiaomi's motto in life. No matter when he was Ma Xiaomi or when he was Miao Xiaocao. No one cares about the nineteen-year-old girl, which makes her lame father and blind mother anxious. The gangsters from the neighboring village were obsessed with proposing marriage, but they had no choice but to let the little man picked up from the river pretend to be her first. In just a few hours, Miao Xiaocao's major life events - worship, marriage, and bridal chamber were completed. As the backbone of the family, Miao Xiaocao shoulders the heavy responsibility of supporting the family. Agriculture can no longer satisfy Miao Xiaocao's pursuit of life, nor can it satisfy her pursuit of a wonderful life. So I took Xiaoxianrou up every day and started to develop a side business. Chive pancakes, pickle pancakes, vermicelli pancakes, plum cabbage pancakes, etc. Are limited to 300 pieces per day, and one person can only buy two. If you buy more, you will not be sold, regardless of whether you are an emperor or a beggar. The days were getting better and better as time went by, but Cheng Yaojin suddenly appeared in the middle of the road. "Girl, this is my fiancé. He ate an unknown herb and lost his memory because of the poison on my body. I am living here. Thank you girl for saving my life. Here are ten thousand taels of gold to show your love." The gentle and generous young lady stood in the yard and said to Miao Xiaocao. Miao Xiaocao raised her eyebrows and said to the little man next to her: "Go, tell her whose man you are!" The little man bowed to Miao Xiaocao meekly: "Yes, madam.". The little man walked up to the pretty lady and raised his head and said: "Girl, I don't know who she is, but girl, I am already a married man. I am her man who grows grass. As the saying goes, a good man does not marry a second wife..." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hey, aren't you pretending? Why are you really... Hey, your hand is in the wrong place... Hey, don't think that just because you're the little fresh meat that my sister likes, you can do whatever you want... "Madam, if I don't call you hello, you have to call me husband." Xiao Xianrou's gentle voice rang in his ears. "Didn't we agree to pretend for now? We didn't mean to be serious!" Miao Xiaocao became anxious as he saw the clothes on his body getting less and less. "We need a mixture of truth and falsehood, and falsehood and truth, so that Wang Er Mazi can believe it is true." What Xiao Xianrou said seemed to make sense. ...