Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Comparison of villagers

"Third girl, haven't you seen Xueyun himself?" Yang Ruoqing asked again suddenly.

The third girl shook her head honestly: "No, but I heard my mother and the second sister talked about the situation of the savior, and they said that brother Liu is a good person with a sense of responsibility."

These are Liu's original words, and Ju'er's words are more detailed.

For example, Liu Xueyun has a stalwart figure and a dignified appearance.

But the third girl didn't pay attention to these things, she only looked for one thing, since she was her savior, she must thank her face to face.

It's just that when I returned to the village after recovering from illness, my benefactor left.

"Don't worry, third sister. I'll write a letter to Xueyun later, inviting him to come and play. Changle County is adjacent to our Wanghai County. He can ride a fast horse, which is also very convenient. Then he will naturally give you the opportunity to follow him." Thank you in person from your benefactor." Yang Ruoqing said with a smile.

The third girl hurriedly stood up, and bowed down to thank Yang Ruoqing: "Then I will trouble Sister Qing'er to worry about this matter, and when the benefactor comes, you must tell me, and I will go there first, and the grandma is still at the stage Listen to the play."

Yang Ruoqing nodded, didn't hold back, sent the third girl to the door of the main room and came back.

The letter to Liu Xueyun was delivered overnight, and the next step was to wait for news.

She will pull the red line, but whether a marriage can be achieved or not depends on the fate and fortune of both parties, and cannot be forced.

……

The play sang in the village for six full days before stopping.

During the six days, the villagers not only feasted their ears, but also feasted their mouths.

Why?

Those old men and women in their early fifties lined up every day to come and receive free fried dough twists and pancakes to go home. Naturally, the whole family sat together to share the food.

So in the past six days, many people didn't cook at all at night, just waiting for the relief.

At this time, the sentence is really verified: one old man in a family is one treasure.

Some people's parents have passed away, and their own age is less than fifty. After thinking about it, they go to the daughter-in-law's natal home to pick up the old father-in-law and mother-in-law to listen to the opera and receive free food.

The village was filled with a harmonious atmosphere, and the admiration for Yang Yongxian was higher and higher.

Many girls and daughter-in-laws looked at Liao Meiying with pity before, but now their eyes have changed quietly.

Mrs. Liao Meiying took Zhen'er to play in the village. In the past, no one paid attention to them. Now, many people came to strike up a conversation with Liao's mother and tease Zhen'er.

This is the state of the world, human feelings.

There is always the word 'profit'.

"In the past, you and Tang Yazi usually invited you to sing for three days. This time, you will be invited to Yongxian for six days. You can eat fried dough sticks for free and keep your fill. This is to suppress your limelight."

When Yang Ruoqing was helping Mrs. Sun break straw poles in the backyard of Yang Huazhong's house, Mrs. Sun was also helping at the side, chanting.

Yang Ruoqing smiled without saying a word.

Mrs. Sun couldn't sit still, she stretched her neck and asked Mrs. Sun: "Sister, why do you say that? Yongxian is the merit of Yongxian, and Qing'er and Tangyazi are their merits, so no one will overwhelm the other." one end?"

Da Sun curled her lips and said: "It's not that I want to say that, it's that people outside are now comparing our Qing'er with Yongxian, and they all praise Yongxian for his generosity and grandeur."

Sun frowned, suddenly a little annoyed: "What? Our Qing'er and Tang Yazi have done so much for the villagers, and they are still arranging them behind their backs?"

Da Sun said: "Although they didn't say it clearly, but comparing them together, and praising Yongxian to the sky, isn't there another meaning to belittle our Qinger and Tangyazi? But no one has That one has the guts to say, after all, we Qing'er and Tang Yazi's identities are there, they don't dare to offend them!"

The good-tempered Sun was really annoyed: "Why are these people like this? Can these things be compared? We Qing'er and Tang Yazi used to work together to benefit the big guys, or did we do something wrong? If they had the ability, they would pay out of their pockets to invite everyone to watch the show, watch other people, eat other people's food, and open their mouths to know gossip behind their backs, it's really annoying!"

The straw pole in Dasun's hand snapped and crackled: "Isn't that right? I was so pissed off when I heard this. These people really have no conscience. If you throw a bone and stick to a dog, the dog will remember you for a while. They still wag their tails when they see you, these people are white-eyed wolves."

Both Da Sun and Sun were aggrieved for Yang Ruoqing, and when they looked up, they found that Yang Ruoqing, the person involved, was still busy working as usual, as if what they were aggrieved about had nothing to do with her.

"Qing'er, are you mad?" Sun asked tentatively, "Don't take those people's words to heart..."

"Mother, don't worry, I'm not angry at all about those remarks."

Yang Ruoqing turned her head and smiled warmly at Mrs. Sun.

"The villagers like to compare them together, so let them do the comparison. I, Yang Ruoqing, am a businessman, and I only do what I think I can do. Every tael I earn is spent on ideas. Because I am a businessman, not a boy of good fortune."

Even if he pays for the opera at his own expense, it's because Yang Huazhong is the leader of the Lizheng, and the welfare of the villagers is second.

It is also for the reputation of Da'an, the number one scholar. In the future, interested people from the imperial court will come to investigate secretly, at least they can come up with several things that benefit the village, and they will not be negative things.

Yang Ruoqing went on to say, "I don't need to go and give away the money like a ring with Brother Datang in order to prove something or turn something around."

"Besides, there are so many villagers in these ten miles and eight villages. I believe that only some villagers say these words. For this part of the villagers, they are the group that cannot be filled. If Brother Datang wants to catch their praise, he has to keep going. Throwing money into these bottomless pits."

"If the eldest brother can do it, then I will obey him. If he can't, then he will also be condemned and accused by these people."

After listening to Yang Ruoqing's explanation with her head tilted, Sun felt that it made sense, and the anger on her face dissipated a little.

"Qing'er, do you want to do something?" Da Sun asked.

Yang Ruoqing shrugged: "There is no need to do anything. If I do it, it will appear that I am impatient, and even care about the small remarks behind the villagers' backs? If I am so narrow-minded, I can't even tolerate such remarks. , how else do you do it?"

Da Sun clapped her palms together: "Qing'er is right, you and Tang Yazi are doing great things, there is no need to be serious about the nonsense of those ignorant village women, just let it blow away like a gust of wind. I don't listen to it, and I don't pass it on when I hear it, which hinders everyone's mood, just treat them as farts!"

Yang Ruoqing smiled, "Who in this world doesn't talk about people behind their backs, and who doesn't talk about them behind their backs? Even a great benevolent person from the ninth generation can't satisfy everyone, let alone me?"

"I just do what I should do. It doesn't matter what others think or think."

(End of this chapter)