Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 6470 Long-winded
Mrs. Sun was completely stunned. Sitting there with a panicked look and unsteady mind, she muttered: "If there is a trouble, what should we do? We are all relatives..."

Yang Ruoqing snorted, "Mother, why can't you change your temperament of being afraid of wolves and tigers? Even if there is a quarrel, it will be the quarrel between the fourth uncle and the fourth aunt and the aunt's family. They are the relationship between the creditor and the debtor. Not surprising, what are we afraid of?"

"I'm not afraid of myself, I'm just sweating for your father. He's the elder brother, and he's also Li Zheng. When it comes to public and private affairs, he will have to be dragged in to deal with it. I feel sorry for your father, it's hard to do!" Sun Dow.

It turned out that she was worried about this, and Yang Ruoqing's displeasure with Sun's was a little better.

"Father is also an outsider, so at worst, we can mediate with Xi Niju, what else can we do?" Yang Ruoqing said.

"Mother, don't worry too much. If the old Wang family is smart, they will naturally know that they have to pay back the money. If they have money, they have to pay it. If they don't have money, they have to use words to pay it off. How to appease the creditor is something that the debtor has to consider. It's not us, we are also creditors, we haven't made trouble yet, this is enough to save face."

After Yang Ruoqing finished speaking, she leaned back lazily in the chair behind her.

After spending 40 taels of silver, she paid 20 taels by herself.

Even if Dabai wanted to renege on the money, she was not afraid, and she didn't need to be as eager to make trouble as the fourth uncle and the fourth aunt.

Baimeizhai is right there, with land and houses.

It's just a matter of saying hello to the county magistrate. The whole Baimei Zhai can fall into her hands. Do you still care about the foreign debt of only 20 taels of silver?

The reason why she didn't pay any attention to it now was because in her eyes, Dabai was just a flea, and she didn't need to spend energy to mess with him.

After earning money for a few days, being a boss for a few days, and then drifting away, that's his business. There are a lot of people in this world who pretend to be aggressive when they have a little money. If she can't stand it, she will mess with them. Is she still alive?
"Mother, it's getting late and I won't keep you. I'll send you back."

Yang Ruoqing didn't want to chat with Sun Shi any longer, and her intuition told her that if the chat continued, it would be just leftovers.

If you can figure out some things, you can naturally figure it out. If you can't figure it out, then let it go. Anyway, Sun's character has been around for most of her life, and this is the way of life that suits her.

Sun obviously also saw that the girl didn't want to chat with her anymore, she smiled awkwardly, put down the tea bowl and stood up.

"Qing'er, don't think your mother is long-winded. Mother herself is a timid person who has no skills."

"Well, it's okay, let's go."

Yang Ruoqing helped Mrs. Sun out of the house. It was windy outside, so she put her cloak on Mrs. Sun's shoulders.

"Put on the cloak, I'll go there to get it tomorrow during the day, and sleep well at night, don't talk to my father about these careless things, remember, if the sky doesn't fall, even if it does, we'll still be there, be confident , Be more arrogant, no one dares to take anything against you."

At the gate of the yard, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help giving Sun another reassurance.

It's a pity that Sun's mouth is small, so she might not be able to swallow the reassurance. This makes Yang Ruoqing quite depressed, really.

I wish I had to control Mrs. Sun, let her think about it, and ignore it when she thinks of depression and autism, but after all, it's my mother who is digging her heart out for her children, alas, she still can't be ruthless.

At night, the old Wang's house.

The family of three ate dinner with the pig's head meat brought back by Dabai, while Wang Hongquan drank some wine. The atmosphere was originally very good.

But while he was eating, Wang Hongquan was suddenly surprised. He picked up something from the pork head with his chopsticks and held it up to the lamp on the table to look at it.

"what is this?"

Wang Shuanzi and Yang Huamei also slowed down their eating speed and moved their heads under the lamp to look at them.

"It's a bean sprout." Yang Huamei said.

"Pork meat is not stewed vegetables. Why are there bean sprouts in it? How did it get mixed in?" Wang Hongquan asked.

Yang Huamei didn't take it seriously, and said as she shoveled the food into her mouth, "Maybe it's marinated first and then fried with bean sprouts. Isn't that how it's always fried in restaurants?"

Wang Hongquan said "oh", but didn't take it seriously, and continued to eat.

After a while, he picked up another object and put it under the lamp: "What is this?"

"This... looks like a piece of fish skin," Wang Shuanzi said.

"Fish skin? Shuanzi, you are talking nonsense. How can you add fish skin to the stewed meat? It is impossible to cook fish and meat together!" Yang Huamei waved her chopsticks, directly denying Wang Shuanzi's words.

"It's really fish skin, because I also ate a piece here. Look, there are fish scales that haven't been scraped clean." Wang Shuanzi picked up a piece from the side of his bowl and showed them that it was indeed the side of a fish. The white scales on the fat-like part of the abdomen have not been scraped clean.

If this part is used for cooking fish, it is Yang Huamei's favorite. The rolls are full of mouthfuls, just like eating fatty meat, and they are not greasy.

But it's a bit weird when it appears in the braised pork head meat.

"Mei'er, could this dish be the leftovers from the restaurant's guests, Dabai put it together and put it together for you to bring back?" Wang Shuanzi couldn't help throwing out his own doubts.

Yang Huamei gave him a gouged look, "You're talking nonsense, how is it possible, we are his family!"

"I don't know if it's leftovers from the guests, but it's probably made up." Wang Hongquan suddenly said again.

The old man rummaged through the stewed pork head with chopsticks, and picked out a lot of miscellaneous vegetables, including mushrooms and green vegetables, and even fried sweet peanuts.

Even at the end, Wang Hongquan picked out a long silk thread from the inside, and it looked like it had fallen from the rag.

Wang Hongquan slapped his chopsticks on the table and turned his face away with an ugly expression.

Wang Shuanzi also frowned and put down his chopsticks, "I can't eat this meal, this kid...what the hell is he doing?"

Yang Huamei looked bewildered.

"Could this be the way the pork head is cooked in the shop? Put a bunch of side dishes to add freshness?" She struggled to ask.

Wang Shuanzi looked directly at her and asked, "Do you believe it?"

Yang Huamei's last luck was wiped out by Wang Shuanzi's words.

She also put down the bowls and chopsticks in frustration, and sat there with her head down and wiped her tears.

Wang Shuanzi then interrogated her: "When he packed the pig's head meat for you, did you watch it? Is it clean and untouched? Or did you gather the leftovers from the guests?"

Yang Huamei wiped her tears and recalled carefully, "When the pork head meat was brought out to me from the kitchen in the backyard, it was wrapped in oiled paper. He said it was cold stewed vegetables. You don't need to heat it when you come back, you can just take it apart and eat it."

"That is to say, you didn't see him packing at that time?" Wang Shuanzi asked again.

Yang Huamei nodded.

(End of this chapter)