Chapter Thirty-Eight: Knocking on the Old Man's Door Late at Night

Lin Sanlang chuckled: "Not at all, not at all!"

You can get nearly half of the profits without investing any capital, just by running errands and talking. You can't find such a good deal even with a lantern!

Looking at Lin Sanlang, who was grinning foolishly, Lin's mother lowered her head and chuckled softly.

"Mother, I bought something for each of you today..."

As Lin Baozhu spoke, she took things out of her basket. With each item she took out, her mother's breathing became more rapid.

"Mom, this outfit is for you."

Lin's mother stroked the clothes and exclaimed, "These clothes are so beautiful!"

Lin Sanlang chimed in, "Once you put this on and walk down the street, I guarantee you'll be the most dazzling young woman in our village."

Lin's mother couldn't hold back any longer and reached out to slap his arm...

"If you can't speak properly, then shut your mouth."

Lin Baozhu looked at the bewildered Lin Sanlang and burst into laughter, clutching her stomach.

He tried to flatter the horse but it backfired; he deserved to be beaten.

"Third Brother, speaking is an art. Don't praise people like that when you go to sell clothes, or you'll get a beating. Mother is beautiful; even if she wore a burlap sack, she'd still be the most beautiful person in our village."

"My sweet baby knows how to talk. Okay, I'll try on the clothes first."

After saying that, she happily took the clothes and went into the inner room. When she came out, she was dressed in new clothes, which fit perfectly and were made of comfortable material. She couldn't help but look at herself up and down.

The more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became, and he couldn't stop smiling!

"Sweetie, Mommy's going out for a bit. I want to let my old girlfriends see the clothes my daughter bought for me!"

After saying that, he walked out happily, his plastic sandals making a crisp clattering sound as he stepped on the ground.

Lin Baozhu covered her mouth and chuckled as she watched her mother's departing figure.

"Little sister, I'm going to sleep now. We'll go to town first thing tomorrow morning. You should get some rest too."

"good."

Lin Baozhu never had a break. She came back late today, and she had missed a lot of time because she had promised to study with Master Yan. In any case, she had to go over there first and bring them some food.

Thinking of this, she searched through her space and found a bag of cornmeal, two pounds of wheat flour, and two pounds of millet to nourish the stomach. She didn't dare to give him fresh meat, so she only gave him homemade pork jerky, which he could eat by chewing or soak in water and cook with vegetables to make meat soup. It was convenient and nutritious. In addition, she also prepared a small bottle of diluted spiritual spring water for Zhang Wenzhuo. It couldn't repair his legs, but it could save his life.

After packing everything into a bundle, he headed straight for the cowshed...

Inside the cowshed, Old Yan stood at the door, his gaze fixed on Zhao Xiaoyu, who was holding a vegetable pancake. He said in a deep voice, "This fellow..."

"Zhi, I have absolutely no idea what this cosmeceutical formula you're talking about is. It stinks in here, you should leave, we need to rest too."

Zhao Xiaoyu handed him the vegetable pancakes, saying, "I know you people in the cowshed don't get enough to eat every day and are bullied. If you're willing to give me the recipe, I can send you these vegetable pancakes every day. These are made of white flour, you know, even ordinary families rarely get to eat them..."

Old Yan looked at the pancake that was almost shoved in front of him and took a step back. Did she think she could trick him out of his recipe with just a vegetable pancake? She must be out of her mind. If it were before yesterday, he might have actually given her the recipe for the pancake. After all, what would a person who was starving need a recipe for?

But now he has an apprentice. His apprentice is good at talking but not good at speaking, but he gives things that are genuine and substantial.

It's strange that he didn't even tell his own son about the cosmeceutical formula. How did this educated youth know about it? Surely he couldn't have been overheard talking in his sleep?

Seeing that he remained silent, Zhao Xiaoyu suddenly raised her voice: "Old Yan, don't be so stubborn. Believe me, if I shout for help and then tell the villagers that you were harassing me, do you think you'll still be alive?"

After Zhao Xiaoyu finished speaking smugly, she was confident that Old Yan would have no choice but to obediently hand over the prescription. However, Old Yan suddenly pushed her away and stumbled towards the village, shouting as he ran, "Oh dear, this is terrible! A female educated youth knocking on an old man's door late at night, is it a distortion of humanity or a decline in morality? My reputation in my old age was almost ruined..."

Lin's mother was showing off her new clothes to the women in the village when she heard an old voice. She looked up abruptly and saw a person running towards her in a panic.

He immediately stopped showing off his clothes and got up to run towards the cowshed at the village entrance.

As he ran, he said, "A female educated youth knocking on an old man's door? Oh dear, our village already had a bad reputation because of Zhao Xiaoyu, and now another one has appeared. At this rate, when will our village be recognized as an advanced village? I want to see who is more shameless than Zhao Xiaoyu!"

In short, she wouldn't miss any opportunity to ridicule Zhao Xiaoyu!

"Hey~ Baozhu's mom, wait a minute, let's go together..."

Seeing this, the others also stood up and ran towards the cowshed...

Zhao Xiaoyu stared blankly at the figure.

As the night deepened, how could Old Yan be so shameless? She ignored Bi Yuntao, the future richest man, and instead, she foolishly came to seduce a decrepit old man with a grave to be buried in? At this moment, she was truly disgusted!

But when she thought about her reputation in the village, she couldn't be sure if those people would believe her story. So she turned around and planned to leave through a side path. As long as no one in the village saw her, she could deny it. Maybe she could even turn the tables and say that Old Man Yan was crazy about women!

Standing in the shadows, Lin Baozhu watched Zhao Xiaoyu leave in a hurry, her eyes filled with coldness. How could she possibly let someone who would kill for something so baseless get away with it?

Without making a sound, she took the sack in her hand, and as Zhao Xiaoyu passed by, she sprang up and covered her head with it. Then, amidst Zhao Xiaoyu's screams, she punched her twice in the head, cursing as she did so: "You shameless scoundrel! You only seek solace in the old man in the cowshed because you're lonely? There are so many talented young men in our village, yet you're so fond of this old man. Are you mentally ill?"

"Hurry over there, the person is there!"

Everyone rushed over. Zhao Xiaoyu, trapped in the sack, was both anxious and angry, but she couldn't do anything to Lin Baozhu. She could only struggle, which resulted in another round of punches and kicks.

At this moment, Lin's mother was running in the lead. The moment she saw her daughter, she exclaimed, "It's a good thing my Baozhu just came here to gather firewood, otherwise we wouldn't have been able to catch this female hooligan."

After saying that, he didn't forget to wink at Lin Baozhu.

Lin Baozhu lowered her head and smiled silently...

"I'd like to see who's knocking on this old man's door in the middle of the night!"

The busybody accountant's wife quickly stepped forward and took the sack off. When she saw Zhao Xiaoyu's face, which was as big as a bucket, she exclaimed, "Zhao Xiaoyu? Didn't she just get married to Bi Yuntao? Why is she having an affair again?"