Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

After speaking, the two brothers left the backyard hand in hand. As for whether Wang Han's trick can succeed, I believe the answer will be revealed soon.

Chapter 125

The meal was thoroughly enjoyed by the guests and hosts. When the workers left, each of them took two oil-paper bags in their hands, which contained spicy pork gān and mochi balls. Ling Jingxuan had already ordered the workers to wrap them up. , let them bring it back to the children to try it. Although the amount is not large, it is his heart. When everyone leaves, they are smiling and praising the generosity of the host.

The remaining Pharaohs, who are close to Ling Jingxuan, Liu Bao and Shopkeeper Zhang each had five extra servings of dried meat, saying that they served them wine, and the amount was quite large. After tasting their cooking skills, The three of them just accepted it after a symbolic push. Manager Zhang wanted to stay and discuss business with Ling Jingxuan, but suddenly someone came to the town, as if there was something urgent. Manager Zhang had no choice but to talk to Liu Baoren. They left together, and by the way they also took Pharaoh for a ride.

Husband Zhao Han saw that they had a lot of family members, and he didn't need any help. After eating, he carefully instructed Long Dashan to take good care of Tie Wazi and then left. In the end, the Wang family was the only one left. For the sake of Wang Ling, how much did Wang Han do? Ling Jingxuan didn't take the second intentional shyness to heart. Quan was just a dog, because the banquet was too late, and it was almost the afternoon after seeing off the guests. After taking a nap, you must not want to sleep, and the family simply sat in the main room. Have tea and chat.

"Then grandpa and grandma, aunt and cousin Yunya, you should live in the vacant house, there are exactly three rooms, one for grandfather and grandmother, and one for aunt and cousin Yunya. I will let Aunt Song and the others later. Clean up. As for Qingzi, you share a room with Jingpeng, and Yangzi shares a room with Jinghan. Both of them are scholars, so they can study knowledge. If you don’t understand anything about Yangzi, just ask Jinghan. If you don't know, just ask Mr. Chu, don't look at him cold, in fact, he is a good person, don't be afraid."

Taking this opportunity, Ling Wang's family told Ling Jingxuan that their parents and sister were going to stay for a while. Ling Jingxuan did not object, but raised her eyebrows and glanced at each other when she heard that Wang Yunya was going to be together, but she did not let anyone Discovering his abnormality, after a little thought, he arranged their accommodation.

"Hey, Jingxuan is still thoughtful, Yangzi, you have to follow Jinghan to study hard, don't be ashamed if you don't understand, just go and ask Mr. Chu for advice."

Hearing this, Mrs. Ling Wang couldn't say how happy he was. His son was giving her face by giving her face to her family. With his temperament, it was really rare.

"Well, thank you big aunt, big cousin!"

A boy dressed in plain clothes, with a thin body, and a boy who looks at most ten years old stood up and bowed to them respectively. He is Wang Jinyu's youngest son, Zhang Yang. This year is eleven, and his appearance has inherited Wang Jinhua's fine genes. He is very elegant and handsome. The child is the old problem of the poor family. The skin is a little dark, and it is too thin. If it is delicious and delicious, it may be a handsome boy. I have to say that the genes of the Wang family are really good, and the genetics Very big, very few in this family are ugly, basically all are handsome men and beautiful women, which are indescribably pleasing to the eye.

"Look at this child, why are you being polite with your aunt? Qingzi, you too, don't see outsiders when you come to your aunt's place, treat it like your own home. In the past, aunt was useless, and you can't even serve a piece of cake here. From now on, although it can’t be considered rich and noble now, at least I can make my own decisions.”

While speaking, Mrs. Ling's eyes turned red again. Whenever she thought of the days when she was always bullied and oppressed, she felt unbearable heartache and regretted how stupid she had been in the first place, and she had been bullied for decades in vain.

"Mother, let's not talk about the past. We have to look forward. Now our family is getting better. Why do you keep crying like this? You hurt your eyes carefully."

The whole hall became quiet in an instant, and everyone's good mood was infected. Ling Jingxuan was unable to hold his forehead, so he hurriedly made a sound to comfort him. Ling Wang's family was fine in everything, but he was too emotional. If things go on like this, it is not only bad for the eyes, but also easy to suffocate in the heart. , suffering from depression or something, then it will be troublesome.

"Yes, mother, our family is just a little over. If you cry so badly, you won't be able to see how much money we make in the future."

Ling Jingpeng hurriedly followed up, Ling Jinghan put down the tea cup leisurely and then slowly said: "Mother, people say that men become bad when they are rich. If you hurt your body carefully, Dad will marry a concubine and come back to enjoy your happiness instead. "

"What are you talking about, bastard?"

"Bah, pah, bear boy, how can you curse your own mother like this?"

"Ha ha."

The conversation of a few members of the family instantly amused everyone. The previous unpleasantness disappeared, and everyone talked about some things in the crops. The atmosphere was generally good, but occasionally when Wang Han opened his mouth, everyone's faces were stunned. The smile on her couldn't help but froze. After several times in a row, she might have noticed it too and didn't dare to speak anymore.

"Uncle wants to go to the town to open a shop?"

Their conversations came and went on the crops, Ling Jingxuan and Yan Shengrui didn't bother to intervene until he heard Wang Jinfu say he wanted to open a shop in the town, but because he didn't know anyone and couldn't find a suitable project, Ling Jingxuan then spoke up. .

"Well, it's not like your eldest cousin and second cousin are in their twenties. Yun Ying should get married next year. There are too many places to spend. Our family has a few taels of silver left over the years, so I want to go. Rent a small shop in the town and do some small business, so the family won’t be sitting on the mountain when the farming is slack.”

Unlike others, Wang Jinfu loves Ling Jingxuan, his nephew, not only because he is his first nephew, but also because of his past talents and experiences. Back then, the eldest sister ran home crying and begged his parents to help him.

When he found a place to live, he knew that if he helped him, he would probably even join in the reputation of the Wang family. He was the first to nod, and took his parents and brothers to the old Ling family for theory. In the past five years, he has also He would often send some things over for the big sister to pass on to them. Now that he sees him all the hard work, he is happier than anyone else, but because he is a man, he doesn't always express it with tears like a woman does.

"That's it, as far as I know, although the area around Datong Town is poor, the prices in the town are still relatively high, especially for renting a shop or something, or I can give my uncle an idea to not rent a shop at first, etc. After earning enough money to rent again, can you see it?" Ling Jingxuan said with a smile after touching his chin for a while. In his memory, several uncles were all good, at least they helped the original owner when he was in trouble. For his mother's sake, he didn't mind helping them either.

"Really? What's the idea?"

Hearing that, not only Wang Jinfu, but almost everyone's eyes turned to him in an instant. Who wouldn't want to make money, but they are a family of farmers, and it's hard to make money. Now that there is hope, they can't be excited and look forward to it. Well?

"Our Datong Town is connected in all directions. There are foreign traders and workers on the dock all year round. Why don't Uncle set up a food stall near the dock and sell some things like noodles and lo-mei?"

There are so many ways to make money, it just depends on whether they are willing to use their brains and whether they are willing to endure hardship.

"Can this work? I remember that there are quite a few food stalls on the pier. Is the business going well?"

Wang Jinfu frowned lightly. The others couldn't hide their disappointment. During the slack season, they would also go to the wharf to find some hard work. They knew a lot about the area. When they listened to his advice, their intuition was not good. Most of them are rich, who would eat food from roadside stalls? The workers are all poor people, who is willing to eat? Not to mention there are many opponents.

"Hehe... It's hot now, I think it's just right to sell hot and sour noodles. If you add a few lo mei, you will definitely make money. Of course, the premise is that we can't be greedy, and we can't just dig a golden baby with a hoe, and make up with small profits but quick turnover. The taste will bring more repeat customers.”

As if he didn't see their disappointment, Ling Jingxuan continued to talk about his thoughts. As far as he knows, there is no hot and sour noodles for sale here. Too much gluttony and stomach ache, they never made it again. As for lo mei, compared to those people, they just use some old ginger, pepper, soy sauce, etc. to prepare the brine. The raw materials for their brine are prepared by him. Even Shopkeeper Zhang was full of praise, not to mention others? As long as the food tastes good, even if you are driving in the deep mountains, there will definitely be experienced foodies who hear the news.

"What is hot and sour noodles?"

All the Wang family members were puzzled, and Ling Wang suddenly slapped his thigh and looked at his eldest brother in surprise: "This is good, eldest brother, you can try it, Jing Xuan said that hot and sour noodles are delicious, definitely better than noodles. To make money, we will sell the noodles at the same price, and add a little more whistle, so that no one will buy it.”