Zhao Cuihua smiled happily: "If you don't have enough room at home, come stay at my house. If you don't want to cook, come have dinner at my house."
Aunt Zhang nodded: "Hey, your family's life is really getting better and better!"
"Your family will get better gradually." Zhao Cuihua touched Aunt Zhang's arm and said sincerely.
"That's not even with your family's help."
His family always made dozens of copper coins every time they helped her family sell shrimps and crabs. Although they didn't want it, they couldn't resist Sister Zhao's enthusiasm and had no choice but to accept it.
In this way, she could earn at least a few hundred yuan a month, and her family suddenly became a lot richer. She saved some and was thinking about renting a land to grow her own crops.
"Village Chief." Aunt Zhang stopped and glanced at the village chief behind her: "I heard that your family also has a piece of land next to mine, one acre of land. I wonder if it has been rented out?"
Chen Chunsheng wondered, has everyone found a way to make money?
But it's a good thing to live a good life.
Without waiting for the village chief's reply, the village chief's wife immediately answered: "Not yet, I happened to be chatting with someone in the past two days. If you want it, pay the rent first, and this land will be given to you."
"We'll do it later." Aunt Zhang raised her lips happily. Although there were many people in the family and one acre of land couldn't grow much rice, it was still better than buying rice to eat.
Yan Qingyao thought for a while: "Aunt Zhang, I bought some more grain seeds in the town last time and will send them to you tomorrow."
"Okay." Aunt Zhang nodded, and wanted her man to go to the town to buy it. This would save trouble, and the rice can be planted tomorrow.
The village chief's family walked last. The village chief's grandson Chen Xiaoyu came out from behind and stretched out his hands: "Sister Yaoyao, I want candy too."
Chen Chunsheng patted his head lovingly: "You have to call Aunt Yaoyao."
"Aunt!" Chen Xiaoyu also shouted happily: "Then I want more candy."
After saying that, he stretched out his hands and made a big gesture. Don't think that he didn't see Chen Yiyi walking away with a big bag.
Yan Qingyao smiled, complied with his request, and filled a bag with a lot of sugar for him. After thinking about it, she still told him: "Don't eat too much sugar in a day, otherwise you will get a toothache."
Chen Xiaoyu was so smart, of course he knew and nodded.
The village chief's wife didn't believe it. She was only about 40 years old and had already become a grandmother: "He is very naughty and smart at home. If you give him these candies, he can finish them in three days."
Chen Xiaoyu would not do it this time, and said righteously: "I will listen carefully to Aunt Yaoyao, otherwise God will help her."
As soon as these words came out, several people looked at each other, thinking about what happened to God just now, and felt lingering fear. Fortunately, they were not afraid of the shadows slanting because they were upright, so they had nothing to fear.
After saying a few words casually, the house became peaceful.
The borrowed dishes, chopsticks and tables were cleaned by someone and sent back.
There were only two of them at home, mother and daughter, and they hadn't demolished the old thatched house. They thought it could still be used for raising pigs or cattle in the future. There was no furniture in the house itself, so the person who helped them build the house helped bring in the bed and quilt. This home has been moved.
Zhao Cuihua also remembered what the man said: Your quilt is so comfortable, light and soft.
She glanced at Yan Qingyao and finally said nothing.
He gave her an oil lamp and smiled: "They are taken care of, mother is so happy."
Yan Qingyao also smiled and raised her eyebrows: "Mom, don't you want to leave the village?"
"Not leaving." Zhao Cuihua looked out the window longingly: "What if your eldest brother and third brother are found back?"
"They will definitely come back." Yan Qingyao said this just to comfort Zhao Cuihua. Unexpectedly, when Zhao Cuihua heard her words, hope began to rise in her eyes: "Really?"
Now she believes in what her daughter said.
After Zhao Cuihua came back from the field, she was stopped by the villagers: "Sister Zhao, why is there no one in your house? Go back and take a look!"
"What happened at home?"
Hearing this tone, Zhao Cuihua ran towards home quickly without even having time to wait for her answer.
Today, Yaoyao happened to deliver the family grain to her Aunt Zhang, so she locked the courtyard door to look at the fields. Unexpectedly, something happened at home just after she came out for a while.
Something did happen, and it was something big.
From a distance, she saw a group of people pointing at something around the door of her courtyard.
When Zhao Cuihua approached, she passed through the crowds and found a carriage parked in front of her house, with two people standing next to her.
It was as if they couldn't see the people pointing around, and they just stood at the door, as if waiting for something.
"What's the matter with you coming to my house?" Zhao Cuihua knew when she saw the carriage that this person must have a high status. She was afraid that her family would accidentally offend a big shot she couldn't afford, and even her voice couldn't help but tremble slightly. Down.
"Hello!" A fat man bowed slightly towards Zhao Cuihua. He looked polite and did not look like he was looking for trouble: "Is this Yan Qingyao's house?"
Zhao Cuihua nodded.
Wang Zhize explained the purpose of his visit: "We are from Yayan House, and the person sitting in the carriage is our shopkeeper. We came to Yan Qingyao to discuss the new dishes with her."
As soon as these words came out, the surrounding discussions suddenly became less. They watched with envy as the carriage entered Zhao Cuihua's house, and the shopkeeper even got out of the car. He was worthy of being the shopkeeper of Yayan House, with an elegant temperament, dignified and polite.
Yan Qingyao was still talking to Aunt Zhang about the benefits of this seedling on the field ridge, and the planting method by the way, when she heard Aunt Qian's voice coming from behind with a smile: "Si Ya Si Ya, someone from the town is coming to your house. , you go back and see the guests."
Yan Qingyao turned to look at her, and was still thinking about which town the guest was from, when she heard her continue: "When did you get involved with Yayanlou? If you want to go to town to pick up my bullock cart in the future, It’s so bad to have people from the town come to the village to look for you all the time.”
As soon as these words came out, people who were not familiar with them would think they were so familiar.
Yan Qingyao was just about to say, "It's none of your business," when she remembered that her son ran a bun shop in the town. He must have heard the name of Yayan Building and even wanted to get involved.
"Okay!" Yan Qingyao agreed. Who wouldn't ride in a free ox cart?
After giving Aunt Zhang a few words, Yan Qingyao walked towards home. On the way, she met several people who said congratulations to her and said that the shopkeeper of Yayanlou was here in person this time. Yan Qingyao suddenly had a bad feeling.
When I walked into the courtyard, I saw a carriage. In this era, a carriage was as noble as a modern luxury car.
So is the oil and water in Yayan Building so easy to fish out? Can shopkeeper Pan even ride in a carriage?
She approached the hall with worry and saw several people sitting in the hall. Zhao Cuihua was sitting in her seat cautiously. She didn't know what to talk to them, so she could only listen to what they asked and she would answer.
