Transmigration: The Evil Mother-In-Law Is Actually Innocent! Chapter 31 - 31 31 Promissory Note for a Loan

31: Chapter 31: Promissory Note for a Loan 31: Chapter 31: Promissory Note for a Loan Zhulan first heard the noise and glanced at her daughter, engrossed in her needlework.

She realized the little girl truly had a talent for sewing.

Just yesterday, Mrs.

Zhao had given her so pointers, and today she had already gotten the hang of it, even doing it with a certain style.

The noise outside grew louder; Xue Han almost pricked her hand when she heard it.

Zhulan took the needle and thread, “Mom will do the rest.

It might be one of the girls from the neighborhood looking for you, go on!”

Xue Han was surprised, how could her mother not recognize San Ya’s voice?

But then again, San Ya never dared to co to their house or get close to her mother, so it was normal that her mother wasn’t familiar with her voice.

However, San Ya had changed- her once mosquito-like voice was now clear and crisp, as if gaining so confidence had also increased her volu.

Zhulan didn’t notice her daughter’s expression and started sewing directly.

After sitting down for a while and recalling the mories of her previous self, she discovered that she too had so talent.

She quickly tried a few stitches, found her rhythm, and her eyes shone with surprise; her talent was even better than she had imagined.

She suddenly found the art of sewing quite interesting.

Finally, Mrs.

Zhao had so tact, praising her with a well-asured complint, “Mother, your sewing is really good.”

Zhulan raised an eyebrow, huh, her second daughter-in-law rarely spoke so nicely.

Mrs.

Zhao saw her young sister-in-law co back, “Little sister.”

Zhulan looked up, “Why didn’t you go out to play?”

Xue Han sat on the edge of the bed, lips pursed, not saying a word.

Zhulan could tell sothing was wrong; the little girl rarely threw tantrums, “Were you bullied?”

“Mother, it was San Ya just now.

She asked to borrow Silver Coin, and I said we needed a written agreent.

She got upset and ran off.”

Zhulan smiled with relief, the little girl had learned her lesson from past losses.

This ti she seed even clearer about San Ya’s feelings of discomfort!

Xue Han didn’t wait for her mother’s comfort and explained herself, “San Ya asked for a hundred coins right off the bat, and that’s all my private savings!

It’s normal to have a written agreent when lending money.

Why should she be angry?

A hundred coins is not a small amount.”

Mrs.

Zhao interjected sharply, “Be a thousand tis kind to soone, they won’t be grateful, but one displeasure and they hold a grudge for a lifeti.”

Zhulan and Xue Han were dumbfounded, unable to believe that these were Mrs.

Zhao’s words.

Mrs.

Zhao’s face reddened with embarrassnt; she too had seen tough tis when fleeing disaster.

Her mother had told her these words, and she rembered them well because of the anxious quiver in her voice, “Mother, did I say sothing wrong?”

Zhulan felt a tingling on her scalp.

She thought Mrs.

Zhao had changed a bit, but she was still a crybaby.

They say Miss Lin can cry a river, but Zhulan felt she was nothing compared to Mrs.

Zhao, who could cry whether happy, sad, upset, or frustrated.

Zhulan was really scared, “Yes, right, Mother has so things to do, I’ll be back.”

With that, Zhulan slipped away, her steps particularly spry.

Xue Han snickered, she had discovered her mother’s secret; her mother must dislike her sister-in-law because she was afraid of her tears!

Zhulan went out and saw Zhou Shuren sitting in the main room weaving willow strips, looking a bit foolish, “You know how to weave this?”

Zhou Shuren didn’t look up and replied, “When I was a kid, the city was developing.

The orphanage hadn’t been demolished, and there was a small river nearby.

To have a good al, I followed the older kids to make fish traps.

It’s been many years since I’ve made one, but not bad, the skill is still there.”

Zhulan sat down beside him, his skill was more than alright, neatly woven.

She had always liked art made through weaving in the modern era, “Are you making this to go catch fish?”

Zhou Shuren nodded, “Yes, fish soup is good for the health.”

Zhulan stared at Zhou Shuren; was he actually planning to catch fish for her because he heard her ntioning tonic and didn’t dare to buy chicken?

Was she being narcissistic?

After a while without a word from Zhulan, Zhou Shuren asked, “The person who ca just now was the San Ya you talked about, right?”

“Yes, did you hear her?”

“I did.

There wasn’t any part about borrowing money in your mories, was there?”

Zhulan leaned back lazily in her chair, “It’s fine with Wu Chun, we haven’t visited the Yang family, and it’s reasonable for San Ya to co to borrow money.”

She wasn’t surprised at all, only even more contemptuous of Wang Ru, who exploited Xue Han without hesitation, taking it completely for granted.

Zhou Shuren, holding the finished fish trap, said, “Shall we go out for a walk?”

Zhulan’s eyes lit up, “Sure!”