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Zhou Tiedan choked on the cake. When he saw the bamboo tube on Song Tingfan's table, he reached out and prepared to take it, but it was not as fast as Song Tingfan's hand.

Song Tingfan glared at him, held the bamboo tube in his arms, and refused firmly, "No."

Zhou Tiedan kept pounding his chest, then gestured quickly, signaling that he would choke to death.

Song Tingfan raised his hand and slapped his back twice. Suddenly, Zhou Tiedan's throat "spouted" the bun, "Cough cough cough..."

He couldn't help but touch his back with his back, "Song Tingfan, you're too ruthless, I almost left the world."

"Why don't you give me water? I'll pretend for you after I drink it."

Before Song Tingfan could speak, he suddenly realized, "Is it your sister-in-law who pretended to you again?"

Song Tingfan, who was guessed, had no reaction, "It's not your business."

"It must be, you are only stingy when your sister-in-law gives you!" Zhou Tiedan looked at him with a clear look.

Song Tingfan did not refute Zhou Tiedan. He would not give anything to others if his sister-in-law did for him.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Zhou Tiedan became sour. His sister-in-law didn't even fill him with water. She even snatched him the last bowl of rice soup in the morning. "Song Tingfan, I don't want to be made by you. You are as annoying as Wu Erwa."

He paused and said, "If you take me the bird eggs, I won't hate you anymore."

"Don't take it." Song Tingfan reached out to grind the ink. There was only a little bit of the ink. He didn't tell his sister-in-law that he planned to sell the bamboo basket to buy it himself.

"Song Tingfan, you can't find a wife in the future." Zhou Tiedan snorted in anger.

"I have a sister-in-law." Song Tingfan whispered.

Song Tingfan has been comparing everything with his sister-in-law recently. Zhou Tiedan choked and didn't know what to say. After holding it in for a while, he said, "She is not your wife, and she can't sleep." After saying that, his face turned red.

His father told him that his wife would sleep together at night and she would have a baby after going to bed.

Song Tingfan paused for a moment and soon continued to grind the ink.

He can sleep with his sister-in-law.

My sister-in-law also covered him with a quilt.

The child who was as old as them turned around with interest, "Tiedan, what did your father tell you? My father told me to sleep with his wife."

"My father said it too, but my father didn't say it clearly, and he just said I'll get married." Zhou Tiedan blushed and whispered to him. Then he looked at Song Tingfan curiously and said, "Tingfan, did your family tell you?"

Seeing that he didn't say anything, "Your family didn't tell you, right? Yes, your father...hehe, I'll tell you, come here, don't let others hear it."

Several people chattered and said something before they even came to the court, and the last few people's faces turned red.

...

Here, Lin Qiao went to the town and went to Fulaiyun Inn. Liu Fuzhu took her into the kitchen and explained to the chef a few words.

The chef was a big and thick man and shyly greeted Lin Qiao, and Lin Qiao returned generously.

There is actually no secret recipe for cold dishes. Just grasp the ingredients well. The chef can control it in half an hour.

Liu Fuzhu tasted the cold dishes made by Lin Qiao and the chef, but there was basically no difference. She nodded pertinently.

After that, he paid thirty taels of silver to Lin Qiao.

Thirty taels of silver were not light anymore. Lin Qiao was afraid that she would take it out and be seen by someone, so she asked Liu Fuzhu for three ten taels of silver notes and then put them in the inner pocket of the clothes.

"Liu Dong Family, I have a business that I want to make with you, that is, I can make some pastries. I don't think you can sell it here, can you sell it here?"

"Don't worry, let's dial out the cost, we'll make half of it."

She can sell it herself, but she is definitely not as good as cold dishes, and the consumption level in the town is not as good as that in the county town.

Even if she has the energy to go to the county town every day, it won’t work, and there is no time at all.

At most, I'll go once every few days.

Liu Fuzhu did not agree at once, "I'm going to taste it."

Although this is a sure profit and profit, the young woman is actually planning to use the reputation of Fulaiyun Inn to promote her pastries.

Once there is improvement, she can open a shop by herself.

"Cheng, I'll bring it to you for a try." Lin Qiao didn't have to buy it from her, she just wanted to be shameless if she had the chance.

After talking for a while, Lin Qiao made a fortune and held a money equivalent to 300,000 yuan in her hand, and her expression was very relaxed.

Assuming that the villain turned evil, she also had the money to run away and would not have picked up some rotten vegetables like the original owner.

When she passed by the book shop, she thought that Song Tingfan had not much ink, so she went to buy nearly half a tael of silver paper and ink, and spent a tael of silver to buy a book, which was published by An Yuan to the great scholar.

As a calligraphy practice template for Song Tingfan.

She read a few pages briefly, and the old ideas throughout the article were in line with the current dynasty.

Afterwards, she went to the vegetable stall and looked around and bought a lot of things. Among them, she bought a black fish to replenish the villain's brain. The black fish was four cents more expensive than the usual fish, and it cost nearly thirty cents to get a fish down.

After almost half a basket of things was loaded, she went to the town to take a donkey cart.

The weather was hot now, and she went from an alley to the entrance of the town. There were no people in the alley, so quiet that it was a bit strange.

She stopped immediately, then turned around and ran back, but she was still one step late. Someone covered her mouth and nose from behind, and a bad smell was inhaled. Before she could struggle, her consciousness gradually became dissipated.

When she fainted, her first reaction in her mind was the finale.

No, the plot game that belongs to the female supporting actress who is cannon fodder                                                     

...

I don’t know how long it took, but the sound came from my ears intermittently, a little familiar and unfamiliar, “This young... is a young man, 20 taels of silver... it’s not OK.”

Lin Qiao opened her eyes with great difficulty, then shook her head, her vision blurred and turned into clear light. She entered the white tent with a touch of red spikes hanging in the middle.

Too familiar!

This is where the male protagonist was sold to a brothel for the first night.

This plot has actually come.

Inhumanity!!

It's over, she's been on behalf of the villain.

Is there any truth?

She is just a substitute, so there is no need to take the blame, right?

She wanted to faint from the spot, but she would never wake up again.

At this time, with a "creak", the door closed immediately. Lin Qiao's afterglow passed through the tent, and the fat and greasy man walked over here, holding some fun-making things in his hand.

It's him, exactly the same as in the dream.

As she got closer and closer, Lin Qiao closed her eyes. If she hadn't been her years of acting career, she would have been scared.

Jiang Qiangsheng flirted with the tent and looked at the sleeping woman in a lewd manner, "I haven't met such a pretty woman for a long time. I'm still a widow, come on."

He has long been proficient in the brothels and knows how to "play" with them.

He poured a medicine from the bottle and forced it into Lin Qiao's mouth. Lin Qiao knew very well what this was, aphrodisiac!

Fuck, beast!
Chapter completed!