Wang Fugui put on an air of being taught, and hurriedly saluted Master Fan, with a forced smile on his scorched face.
"Master Fan is absolutely right. Look at my brain. I am so stupid that I should be beaten."
He raised his hand and patted his forehead without mentioning a word about the moral kidnapping just now. He was afraid that Zhan Qingyue would settle old scores, so he found an excuse and hurried away.
Mr. Fan inspected the new village accompanied by Zhan Qingyue and Han Yiyun and then left.
Zhan Qingyue stretched out her arms lazily and looked at the sunset on the horizon, her fair face flushed red by the setting sun.
The whole new village is filled with smoke, and every household has moved into a neat new house. There are many streets around the house, and the vegetables that have been planted recently are sprouting green buds.
so good.
Zhan Qingyue enjoyed this rare quiet time very much.
"Yueyue, let's go home. I have important things to do."
The smile on Han Yiyun's handsome face was as gentle as the spring breeze, and his gentle eyes seemed to be intoxicating.
"Uncle Zhan, aunt, it's almost the autumn trial. I want to propose marriage for myself now. I want to marry Yueyue. I hope my elders can agree."
These words are like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, which will make Zhan Qing Yue's skin burnt on the outside and tender on the inside.
She was so shocked that her mouth opened wide with disbelief on her face.
"No...Brother Han, you, you, you...is this the important thing you said?"
As soon as the words were spoken, a blush gradually appeared on Zhan Qingyue's face, which was as white as a shelled egg. It was so beautiful that Han Yiyun couldn't move his eyes away.
"Yes, Yueyue, I like you and want to marry you."
Zhan Qingyue looked at her family's reactions in a panic, and waved her hands repeatedly: "You, you, you, stop talking about it. You can't talk nonsense about whether you want to marry or not."
She was so surprised that she could hardly speak clearly. Her heart felt like it was about to jump out of her mouth, and she couldn't hold it down no matter what.
"That's right, Han Yiyun, you can't say this nonsense!" Brother Zhang had a stinky face, his nostrils turned up in the air, and stared at Han Yiyun with disdain: "You are just a child now, even if you are the top scorer in high school in the future, that will be in the future. .”
"Speaking of foreign affairs, now you eat, drink and live in our house. You want a house but not a house, and you want money but not money. How can you marry my little sister? Can you make a cake with just your mouth?"
Facing Brother Zhan's criticism and ridicule, Han Yiyun's expression remained as usual, his brows were not even furrowed, and his eyes became firmer.
"Second brother, I really have nothing but knowledge now, but I will try my best to be good to Yueyue and I will never let her be wronged."
"Tch, that sounds nice, Yiyun. It's not that eldest brother doesn't believe you. We've known each other for so many years, but getting married is not a child's play, and life is neither."
"We only have such a little sister in our family. It's too late to hold her in your hand until it hurts. Just like the second brother said, you are eating and drinking in our house now, why should you marry her?"
Brother Zhan had a straight face, his brows were knitted into knots, and he was even more anxious, as if his cabbage had been eaten by a pig.
Zhan Qingyue looked at the reactions of her two brothers. The warmth from her family made her feel hot inside, and she seemed to have the confidence to do anything.
"Brother Han, to put it into detail, we grew up together. In fact, I have always regarded you as..."
"Yueyue!"
Han Yiyun looked at Zhan Qingyue solemnly, his mouth trembling, and he was so heartbroken that he couldn't bear her to say the word "brother".
"Yueyue, it just so happens that our whole family is here today. I, Han Yiyun, swear to God here that I will be good to you for the rest of my life and never let you down."
"If I violate this oath, I will be struck by thunder from the sky, and I will not die a good death."
The Zhang family looked at him in surprise.
Zhan Qingyue was so shocked that she opened her mouth slightly and couldn't believe her ears.
In this era, everyone attaches great importance to things like oaths, and they believe that if you break the oath, you will make the promise.
And Han Yiyun actually swore a poisonous oath in public for her.
"Okay! Han Yiyun, this is what you said. If you dare to treat my little sister badly, I, as a brother, will never let you go."
Brother Zhang raised his hand and punched Han Yiyun hard on the shoulder twice, finally smiling.
"Han Yiyun, no matter how big brother doesn't let you go, I won't let you go either. You kid must remember what I said today, otherwise, hum!"
Brother Zhang cracked his knuckles, and a sinister smile appeared on his face, full of threats.
Han Yiyun was not afraid at all and looked at Brother Zhang calmly.
The next day, Han Yiyun returned to the county school, and Zhan Qingyue also returned to the soap shop.
As soon as the shop opened, Mrs. Zhao, the county magistrate's wife, sent someone with a post to invite them.
"Mrs. Fan, with all due respect, Mrs. Chen is in good health and has no infertility."
Zhan Qingyue came to this conclusion very pertinently after taking the pulse of Mrs. Fan Zhao's sister Mrs. Chen several times.
"Miss Zhan, why don't you take another look and see if my sister is really not sick?"
Mrs. Zhao's round face was twisted into a ball, and the handkerchief in her hand was clenched tightly. She couldn't believe her ears.
"Sister, where did you find a quack doctor? He couldn't even tell whether I was sick or not. It took so long to check my pulse. What's the result?"
Mrs. Chen stood up and put away her wrists very dissatisfied, and glared at Zhan Qingyue fiercely: "You said I don't have infertility, so why can't I get pregnant after so many years of marriage? I don't care how you, a quack, deceived my sister. , you can’t even think of lying to me.”
"Sister, Miss Zhan is very skilled in medicine, maybe... maybe she just made a mistake."
Mrs. Zhao was embarrassed to find compensation for her sister and tried her best to maintain Zhan Qingyue's medical skills.
"Sister, you don't have to defend her. A quack doctor is a quack doctor. You should leave quickly. You are not welcome in the Fan family."
Mrs. Chen angrily issued an eviction order, and the mother-in-law on the side had no choice but to send Zhan Qingyue out with a grimace.
Zhan Qingyue heard the favorability points falling in the space, which was more painful than spending dozens of taels of silver at a time.
She recalled Mrs. Chen's pulse in despair, still wondering where she went wrong.
After thinking about it, I walked into a sparsely populated alley without realizing it.
Suddenly, several sturdy men jumped out, looking at Zhan Qingyue fiercely, like a pitiful little white rabbit breaking into a wolf's den.
"Girl, take people's money and eliminate disasters for them. Don't blame me when you get to the Lord of Hell."
The leader of the group had a hideous scar on his face that spanned his entire forehead, giving him a lot of bully vibes.
The bully reported his origin and told everyone to attack Zhan Qingyue.
Zhan Qingyue curled her lips and took action against the bullies without changing her expression.
After a cup of tea, Zhan Qingyue stepped on Scarface's back and crushed it hard.
"Girl, there is always a wrongdoer and a debtor. It was Miss Zhou who paid for your life. We had no choice but to do it."
