Fat Niang makes a fortune in farming

Chapter 197
Meng Kejun, who had finished her work, sat in front of the burden and carefully counted the money she earned today. Recently, she had already paid some of the debts owed to the villagers of Wangjiatun to those whose families were struggling.

In fact, what she most wanted to pay back was the debt of Wang Zhujun and Yao Qingze. She wanted to redeem the house deed from them, but it was a lot of money, and it was really difficult to save all of it at once.

But now everyone in the family is getting money every day. After careful calculation, if things go on like this, they should be able to pay off all the debts in a few months. Maybe at the end of the year, they can save a lot of money. , and arranged her marriage with Dong Qingfeng.

The more Meng Kejun thought about it, the happier he became, and quickly and carefully put the money bag in his hand back into his bosom.

"Sit here and rest for a while! I'll go talk to the boatman!"

Just when Meng Kejun collected the money and looked down at the fire, a couple walked to Meng Kejun's stall with a maid and servant.

Yao Qingze supported Wang Zhujun and sat down at the table of Meng Kejun's stall.

"What would you like to eat, sir?"

Seeing guests coming, Meng Kejun hurriedly took the kettle and poured water to greet them.

When he walked to the table, he realized that the person sitting at the table was actually Wang Zhujun.

"why you--"

Wang Zhujun and Meng Kejun looked at each other in unison.

"When did you set up a stall here?"

Wang Zhujun, who had already sat down, stood up from the stool with difficulty.

"You're healthy, don't move around, it's midnight, what are you doing here?"

Meng Kejun quickly handed the cup filled with water to Wang Zhujun, then looked at her suspiciously, and carefully found that Wang Zhujun was not only pale, but also sweating profusely from his forehead.

Just as Wang Zhujun was about to speak, Yao Qingze suddenly ran over from the boatman.

"How? How? What did the boatman say?"

With the help of the maid, Wang Zhujun stood up slowly, her face became even uglier, and even her brows were wrinkled together.

"Mr. Zhu, your face is so ugly, otherwise, we'd better go back quickly!"

Yao Qingze looked at Wang Zhujun with a worried face, and he quickly reached out to help her, only to find that her body was hot.

"No, we must invite the cook. Now this matter cannot be delayed. What is the boatman saying?"

Wang Zhujun waved at Yao Qingze weakly, not wanting to delay the important event of Xianghe Building.

Meng Kejun glanced at Wang Zhujun who was being held in Yao Qingze's arms. She couldn't even stand upright, and she had to worry about the Xianghe Building.

"The boatman said, even if we find the cook in Yuting Town, half a day is not enough time. Let's go back and think of other ways!"

"But what else can we do? In this entire county, except for Mr. Yang in Yuting Town who can burn puffer fish, no one else can cook it. If it can't be cooked, someone from Meng's building will come tomorrow. , the reputation of our century-old shop in Xianghelou is about to be smashed by myself."

The more Wang Zhujun spoke, the more anxious she became, and the more anxious she became, the more uncomfortable she became. Now that she has a body, it is the time when sickness is the worst. Now she is uncomfortable, whether she is lying down or sitting, anyway, no matter how she stays, It's all uncomfortable.

Originally, Meng Kejun was not interested in what Wang Zhujun and the others said, thinking that no matter what they said, it had nothing to do with her, but when she heard the word pufferfish, she immediately became interested.

This puffer fish is a good thing!
There is an old saying that if you don’t eat fugu, you don’t know the taste of fish, and you eat fugu desperately. This praises the delicacy of fugu.It's just because puffer fish is highly poisonous, and if it is not handled properly, it will kill you if you eat it. Therefore, although puffer fish is delicious, it can be roasted, and few people dare to eat it.

There is also the Mengjialou mentioned by Wang Zhujun. Meng Kejun vaguely remembers what Chen Huanzhang said last time, saying that it is a century-old restaurant in the neighboring county. .

Now listening to what Wang Zhujun said has ruined the reputation of Xianghelou, it seems that Mengjialou came to try the dishes with menacing and malicious intentions.

"Mr. Zhu, I said it's not as serious as you think. We can't cook if we don't know how to cook. Besides, everyone knows that the signature dish of our Xianghe Building is eight-treasure duck, which is not puffer fish at all. Mengjialou's intentional provocation , we don’t have to pay attention to it at all.”

What Wang Zhujun said, Yao Qingze was not in a hurry, what he was worried about now was Wang Zhujun's body, he couldn't bear to see her struggling so hard.

"Now that we know that he is provoking on purpose, let's not take it lightly. Go and tell the boatman that we will pay three times the money and see if he can send us back in half a day!"

Just as Wang Zhujun finished speaking, his body swayed and almost slipped from Yao Qingze's arms.

This slip made Yao Qingze turn pale with fright, he quickly hugged Wang Zhujun in his arms even tighter, "No, you have to listen to me this time, let's go back."

"Qingze, listen to me, this is the first month since I took over the Xianghe building from my elder sister. There are countless pairs of eyes watching me inside and outside Yao's house! I don't want everyone to see my jokes. I don’t want them to talk behind my back and say that I am a country girl who knows nothing, I want to help you, and I want to become a female shopkeeper who will convince everyone.”

These words of Wang Zhujun made Meng Kejun feel her heartache to some extent, as expected, it is not easy to be a concubine of this rich family.

"But, your current body can't bear it at all!"

Yao Qingze knew what Wang Zhujun was thinking, but he was worried that Wang Zhujun's current physical condition would not last long at all.

"Well, you hired that old master Yang, how much does it cost to cook a table of puffer fish?"

Originally, Meng Kejun didn't want to meddle in other people's affairs, but he thought that this might be a good deal, so he walked to Wang Zhujun's side and asked while thinking about his own calculations.

"What?" Wang Zhujun looked at Meng Kejun who came to him in surprise, "Do you know a cook who can cook fugu? As long as you help me find it, I will pay no matter how much it is!"

Wang Zhujun, who originally thought his hope had been shattered, suddenly rekindled hope in his heart after hearing Meng Kejun's question.

"Just tell me how much money you want to hire that old Master Yang."

While speaking, Meng Kejun was thinking in his heart that it would definitely cost a lot of money to travel thousands of miles to invite people by boat, and to come and go and greet each other.

"Twelve."

"Twelve!"

The ten taels lightly spit out from Wang Zhujun's mouth made Meng Kejun's eyes widen immediately. How many bowls of hot and sour noodles would she have to sell to earn ten taels.

"As long as you can help me hire a master chef who cooks fugu, let alone ten taels, it's 20 taels, 50 taels, we are willing to give it!"

This time it was Yao Qingze who spoke.

(End of this chapter)