Fat Niang makes a fortune in farming

Chapter 27
"Let's go! You go back to the house to eat meat and drink, let him spoil our interest!"

After speaking, Meng Kejun called everyone back to the room.

"Yes! Yes! We ate wine and meat, but we haven't been this happy for a long time!"

Uncle Wang, who took a puff of tobacco, responded repeatedly. He was really happy today, and his face turned red before he had taken two sips of wine.

Everyone entered the house, and there were delicious food and wine on the table. Everyone talked and laughed, so unhappy.

The entrance of Dong's courtyard.

Zhao Shi and Wang Maocai, who originally planned to go straight in, stopped.

"Go back!" Wang Maocai waved to Zhao who was beside him, motioning for her to go back with him.

"Really?" Mrs. Zhao tiptoed into Dong's house and took a look. Everyone was there, eating and laughing, especially that silly woman who grinned so much that her mouth reached the back of her head. .

"There are so many people, can you speak?" Wang Maocai yelled at Mrs. Zhao angrily, then turned and left.

There are a lot of people in this meeting, so I'm afraid it's not suitable for them to go in.

What's more, it would not be appropriate for them to say this in front of the silly woman and everyone.

I still have to wait for the opportunity to discuss this with Dong Qingfeng alone

"Why are you angry at me? If you have the ability, you are angry at that stupid woman! If it weren't for her, would we come to Dong's house in a low voice?"

The more she thought about it, the angrier Mrs. Zhao became. Their wishful thinking had been well planned before, but now it was all ruined by this silly woman.

One day, if she had the chance, she would drive this silly woman out of Wangjiatun.

After lunch, the Wang family all went back.

Ping'er, who had been dozing off during the meal, didn't hold back anymore, and put his arms around Meng Kejun's neck, and burrowed into her arms affectionately.

"Wipe your face before you rest, cool off!"

At this moment, Dong Qingfeng went to the courtyard to fetch a basin of water and scrubbed the handkerchief.

He walked up to Meng Kejun and handed the handkerchief to her.

Looking at Dong Qingfeng in front of him, Meng Kejun's heart tightened, and a faint blush appeared on his round face again.

This Dong Qingfeng is caring and steady, although he doesn't talk much, he does heart-warming things all the time.

No wonder everyone in the village gives him a thumbs up when they mention him, and no wonder Xilian, who is so beautiful, falls in love with him.

"Let's help Ping'er wipe it off first! Look at him, he has a pretty face!"

Not daring to think about it, Meng Kejun took the handkerchief and planned to clean Ping'er, who was in his arms with a smudged face.

Unexpectedly, just as the handkerchief in her hand touched Ping'er's face, Ping'er, who was already asleep, suddenly opened his eyes.

He stared blankly at Meng Kejun, then stretched out his small hand to touch his head, and finally frowned and burst into tears.

"Little aunt...I have a headache..."

"What happened?"

Meng Kejun quickly threw off the handkerchief and opened Ping'er's little hand. There was no scar on the place he touched.

"My head hurts...my aunt...it hurts...it hurts..."

Ping'er cried louder and louder, holding his little head tightly with his two little hands, big teardrops rolled down.

"Ping'er! Ping'er! Tell little uncle where it hurts! Tell me where it hurts!"

Dong Qingfeng at the side immediately hugged Ping'er in Meng Kejun's arms, let him look at him, and wanted him to tell him exactly where the pain was.

"vomit--"

What was even more unexpected was that Ping'er vomited before he could open his mouth.

The vomit directly vomited on Dong Qingfeng's body.

Ping'er's move scared everyone present.

"What's the matter? Why is it so good that you have a headache again?"

Huang stood up in a hurry, but because of her poor eyesight, she tripped over the stool under her feet and fell straight to the ground.

"Oh! Don't make more trouble!" Dong Jingye was in a hurry, and quickly picked up Huang who fell to the ground.

Ping'er's originally red face was pale at the moment, and he was still breaking out in a cold sweat. Then he remembered that he hit the back of the head twice in a row today.

Concussion, this is the first thought that popped up in Meng Kejun's mind.

Yes, it was a concussion, and she had experienced it firsthand and knew that was the aftereffect of a concussion.

"No! I have to send Ping'er to the town's clinic!"

Without thinking too much, Dong Qingfeng stood up holding Ping'er and rushed out of the Dong family gate.

"Qingfeng, you go first, I'll call Mancang brother and sister Qiaohui!"

Meng Kejun, who followed Dong Qingfeng out of the gate, ran to the Wang family next door at a faster speed.

It would be better if there were more people to take care of them along the way. More importantly, the medical treatment required money. They were short of money, so they had to borrow more money from the Wang family.

Under the big locust tree at the entrance of the village, people who had lunch and enjoyed the cool under the tree saw Dong Qingfeng and Meng Kejun rushing out holding Ping'er in their arms.Everyone immediately gathered around.

"Qingfeng, what's wrong?"

Lazy, who had just eaten and drank at home and was lying on the big stone slab, unwilling to move, immediately got up when he saw that there was something exciting to watch.

Ping'er's little face became paler and paler, and Dong Qingfeng didn't bother to answer Lazy at all.

It just so happened that Wang Mancang, who heard the news, rushed over from home, and the two hurried to the entrance of the village with Ping'er in their arms.

"Uncle Dong! What's the matter?"

Maisui, who heard the movement in the yard, also walked towards the door of Dong's courtyard at this time.

Dong Jingye, who limped from the inside, was full of anxiety, "I don't know! I just said I was sleepy after eating, but suddenly I hugged my head and said it hurts, and I vomited all my lunch!"

"Uncle! Don't worry, my parents have given me money, and Kejun and I will chase after him!"

Then Qiaohui, who was driven out from the courtyard of the Wang family, simply greeted Dong Jingye and chased towards the intersection with Meng Kejun.

Coincidentally, at this time, Wang Maocai walked to the entrance of the village with a big cigarette stick. He squinted his eyes to see what had just happened at the gate of Dong's house.

After thinking for a moment, Wang Maocai hurried home.

Mrs. Zhao, who wanted to chat under the big pagoda tree after lunch, was just about to go out, but bumped into her man at the door.

"Hey! You old man, what are you doing blocking the gate?"

"Go and ask Old Li to bring the carriage!"

Wang Maosong took a deep puff of the cigarette, then raised the soles of his feet, put the extinguished cigarette end on it and tapped it.

"What are you doing with the carriage in this hot day? The horse has lost a lot of weight in the past two days, so why are you driving it? It doesn't go to the market or hang out with relatives?"

"What do you know, you woman? If you are told to go, go quickly! What are you talking about?"

Wang Maocai gave Zhao a push, telling her not to waste time and mess up her plans.

"Also! Give me ten taels of silver from the cash drawer!"

"What? Take so much money? What are you going to do?"

This time, Mrs. Zhao is completely rebellious. It is definitely not a good thing to spend so much money for no reason, and to lead a carriage.

"If you don't say it, you don't want to get the money and don't even think about driving the carriage out!"

(End of this chapter)