Chapter 1212: Zhao Xinhui's good fate

Zhao Yun'er is not bad anymore, the one next to him is the son of the elder, better than the son of Meng.
"Hey, Lao Zhao's family has green smoke from the ancestral tomb. We can't envy it!"
"No, no matter how hard we work, no matter how lucky we are, we won't be as good as our ancestors did!"
"Old Zhao's family is not an ordinary happy event, it's all a big happy event.
The marriage of several children in the family will not be discussed. I heard that the grandson of old man Zhao went directly to the capital to study this year, and he will definitely be able to get a fame and come back and become a high official! "
"Tsk tusk tusk, we are ten miles and eight townships, where can a high official be produced? The people of the old Zhao family are terrible!"
"Yeah! Yeah! It's a pity that we can't think of it, I won't be envious! Looking back, we can only ask Mr. Feng Shui to come and look at it, and reorganize my family's ancestral tombs, and see if we can come here one by one, like the old Zhao family !"
"If you don't tell me, I can't think of it. When I look back, I have to ask Feng Shui to take a look. Since my father was buried, my family has been suffering from bad luck. Let's see if we can improve our luck by reorganizing the ancestral grave."
"That's for sure, hurry up, this matter can't be delayed!"
"Hmm! I know, I know! I'll find out tomorrow, where can I get Mr. Feng Shui."
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In the courtyard of the old Zhao's house, people who came to have a wedding drink sat together, chatting and talking, and the things were strangely mysterious.
However, the country folks are superstitious and think these transmissions are very reasonable, otherwise they can't think of any reason, why the old Zhao family suddenly transferred.
There are so many happy events in a year, and it is estimated that no one in ten miles and eight villages can be found.
In Zhao Xinhui's room, Zhao Xinhui dressed herself in the mirror.
After putting on rouge gouache, wearing jewelry, and wearing Zhao Ping'er's dress, Zhao Xinhui is a bit more gorgeous than usual, and looks exquisite and beautiful, beautiful, and like a big beauty.
Not to mention the man watching, the women watching in the room couldn't help but sigh.
Especially the people in the other rooms, Zhao Xinhui looks like this, and she feels very uncomfortable.
Especially Li Cuiying and Zhao Jinger.
Originally, Zhao Jing'er and Zheng Gongzi had reached a marriage, and the conditions that people gave to Zheng Gongzi were very good, but compared with Zhao Xinhui, it seemed trivial.
After all, Mengzi’s house is much better than Zheng’s house.
Zhao Jinger felt that her sister-in-law was older than him, and she couldn't marry a woman of this age. She should marry someone with poor conditions. Who knows that Zhao Xinhui's life is so good.
Seeing Zhao Xinhui's dressing up, with gold bracelets in her hands, golden hairpins on her head, and round and large pearls hanging from her neck, her feelings of jealousy became stronger.
Zheng Gongzi gave her, but there is no such good thing.
Why is her sister-in-law better than her to marry?
Li Cuiying stood aside, rolling her eyes constantly, "Isn't she dressed up like a vixen to seduce people like a vixen?"
Zhao Jing'er poked Li Cuiying and babbled in Li Cuiying's ear, "Mother, your voice should be lower. Don't let my sister hear you!"
Li Cuiying didn't take it seriously, "I heard it, what's so scary about, anyway, I'm telling the truth, not nonsense!"
Zhao Jinger sighed.