farmer's wife

Chapter 89 Thanks
Shi Yanghong focused her eyes, tightly grabbed the hem of her clothes, and nodded vigorously.

"Ma'am... don't worry. I will take care of the shop for you."

He slowly, word for word promised.

The child has only been in their house for half a month, and his body is still very thin, half a head shorter than Fu Yanshang.But this year-round malnourished body cannot stop his upright and responsible soul.

Xiao Lie came over and pressed his shoulder, a wordless support.

Xiao Lie: "Let's go."

Xiao Jian picked up her book bag and followed him, not forgetting to say goodbye politely: "Grandma Shi, Brother Ayang, Sister Aman, I'm leaving first."

Granny Shi watched him run away, and told him worriedly: "Young master, don't run, walk slowly so you don't fall."

"Then let's go first." Fu Yan also went out with her good things.

"You go, we are at home."

Anping Village, Xiao Family.

I don't often come back to live in the old house, so a thin layer of dust has accumulated.

Xiao Lie took Xiao Jian to stay and clean, while Fu Yan took the new cakes to Elder Sun's house, and also took a look at Aunt Zhang and the others' cross-stitching work.

When he came outside Sun's house, he saw that the courtyard door of his house was half open, and there were noisy voices coming from inside.

Fu Yan stepped forward, knocked lightly on the door and shouted twice.

I don't know if it was too loud inside and I didn't hear it, and no one answered.

After waiting for a while, Fu Yan planned to open the door and go in.

Suddenly, the courtyard door was pushed open from the inside.

"Damn! What kind of bullshit village head's wife, I think it's just a dog's eyes looking down on people!"

Cui Xinghua rushed out of Sun's house cursing, almost bumping into someone.

"Who is it? The one who doesn't have long eyes? Why don't you let people go in the middle of the road?"

Someone blocked the way, Cui Xinghua scolded casually, and looked closely at the person who turned out to be Fu Yan.

Fu Yan was wearing a pink peach skirt, with a loosely tied bun on her head, a silver hairpin inlaid with small pearls was inserted obliquely, and there was no other embellishment on her dark hair.

The tender and elegant clothes contrasted her brighter and more beautiful facial features.

I haven't seen her for a while, but she still has this calm and calm demeanor, which seems to be a little taller, which gives Cui Xinghua a vague sense of oppression.

On the contrary.

Cui Xinghua probably had a bad time in the village.

The blue cotton cloth on her body has been washed white, even though the clothes are full of creases and wrinkles, she is still wearing them.

In just one month, her black hair at the temples was already dotted with white spots, and her face was bitter and haggard.

Fu Yan took a look and then looked away indifferently. No matter whether she was downcast or not, her meanness was still on her face.

If it was the same as before, Cui Xinghua would want to vent her anger on Fu Yan.

It is conceivable that it is because of the hardships of her family in the village, the hard work of her son, and the letter of commitment kept in the ancestral hall.

Cui Xinghua finally suppressed her anger.

"Bad luck!" She flicked her sleeves and passed Fu Yan.Only the whispered complaints floating in the wind revealed the master's resentment and dissatisfaction.

Fu Yan just regarded it as a stranger passing by, and stopped paying attention after a glance.

The courtyard door was open, and someone saw Fu Yan outside the door, and hurriedly shouted to Aunt Zhang: "Fu Yan from the Xiao family is here!"

"Ah Yan?" Aunt Zhang squeezed out from surrounded by daughters-in-law and girls.

Isn't the person standing outside the door A Yan.

"Why are you standing outside when you're here? Come in quickly." Aunt Zhang came out to welcome her, and enthusiastically took her hand into the room.

"I just called for someone, maybe the people inside didn't hear me."

"No, there are a lot of people in the family every day recently."

Fu Yan handed her the basket in her hand: "This is a new pastry in my shop, and I will bring you some to try when I come back this time."

Aunt Zhang pretended to be angry and patted her hand lightly: "I've told you several times, you don't need to bring us anything, you are just being polite!"

As she said that, she couldn't help but loosen the corners of her mouth and laughed again.

Fu Yan thought about them, she was happy.

"Tao'er, come out and play." Aunt Zhang called out.

"Hey!"

Aunt Zhang handed the basket to Cui Taoer: "A Yan brought it, you take her to the kitchen."

There are a lot of people in the room, if this is brought up, they will immediately be teased by these talkative women.

Fu Yan also reminded: "Sister-in-law, you have to take out the white cake inside and put it in the well to cool."

If you listen to this particularity, you will know that it is not an ordinary good thing.Cui Tao'er hugged the basket tightly in her arms: "I see."

Looking at the back of Cui Tao'er leaving with her things, a woman in the room shouted, "What good things did Fu Yan bring? Sister Xiyun also brought them out, let's open our eyes."

Xiyun is Aunt Zhang's name.

"Go, go, what's the matter with you." Aunt Zhang smiled and turned them back.

"Aunt Zhang, what's the matter with your house? How about I come visit another day." Fu Yan asked hesitantly.

The living room of the Sun family was full of women from the village, some standing around one sitting, asking questions from time to time.

"It's nothing serious. They're all here to learn cross-stitch. It just so happens that you come to see it."

Aunt Zhang pulled her in.

"Come on, if you didn't understand just now, ask A Yan. This time, thanks to A Yan's introduction, our village was able to seize this good opportunity first."

"That's not it! Ah Yan has helped us a lot!"

"I have to thank Ah Yan, I still think of our folks in the village when there are good things."

The people in the village are simple and honest, and the compliments are straightforward.They swarmed up and surrounded Fu Yan, and couldn't stop praising him.

After a while, Fu Yan's face turned red from the praise.

"Everyone should work hard on their own, it has nothing to do with me." Fu Yan couldn't stop everyone's enthusiasm, and replied politely.

"We want to do it, but without you leading us in, we wouldn't be able to do this cross-stitch."

Fu Yan didn't know that everyone was sincerely thanking her.

Ever since Aunt Zhang first found a few companies to learn how to do cross-stitch.

It's only half a month's work. Those who work hard will earn almost half a tael (500 liters), and those who work too much and slowly can earn more than 200 liters.

There are no secrets in the village.

Aunt Zhang had just taught people how to do embroidery work, and when everyone heard the news, they kept their eyes on these houses.

When the first batch of embroidery was delivered, Aunt Zhang happily called everyone to share the money when she returned to the village.

The real gold and silver were in their hands, and the women who were watching the incident turned red-eyed and went to Aunt Zhang one after another.

Aunt Zhang, who is down-to-earth and willing to work, did not refuse.

If he is lazy and likes to sneak around on weekdays, Aunt Zhang will push back, and no one will save face.

Cui Xinghua was the one who didn't get the cheap one.

Fu Yan pointed out the people who came forward to ask questions, and at the same time listened to the people chatting about these village gossips.

When there were fewer people around her, a young sister-in-law silently approached her and whispered: "A Yan, thank you."

After finishing speaking, she was even more embarrassed than Fu Yan, and hurriedly packed up the things she brought and bid farewell to go home.

Fu Yan looked at her back suspiciously.

(End of this chapter)