Chapter 379 Chapter 379 Isn't it a waste?

"Besides, when Zhuang Qingning was under the control of Zhuang Ruman and the Song family, she suffered a lot. At that time, she didn't have enough food to eat every day. As soon as Wencheng came back, he stuffed white flour buns into her hands. I still remember this."

"To put it bluntly, if Wencheng hadn't taken care of her, Zhuang Qingning might have starved to death. In other words, Wencheng is her savior! How can she repay a savior? She must marry him!"

"Just because you are rich now and can make money, you can't be too greedy and ignore the kindness you received in the past. That's called being ungrateful!"

"I was wondering why Wencheng, who was helping to collect herbs in the village, suddenly went to work as a clinician in the town's medicine shop. He also said that Zhuang Qingning helped him find the shop. At first I thought Zhuang Qingning was kind, but now it seems that he was not kind at all. He clearly wanted to send Wencheng away."

"This girl is just not good. As her business gets bigger and she has more money, she wants to move on. She thinks she is a golden phoenix and can't stay in this poor place like ours..."

Wang was talking so much that Zhuang Futian frowned and said, "What you said is not quite right. It's as if Ning girl must marry Wencheng."

"Doesn't that mean she has to get married?" Wang said angrily, with her hands on her hips, pointing at Zhuang Futian. "We can't just let this go. Tomorrow I'll go find Zhuang Qingning and talk it over. I'll also go to the town to find Wencheng and talk to him about this matter."

Originally, she had this idea, but Wang didn't care too much about whether it would succeed or not. Now that Wen had caused such a fuss, Wang couldn't swallow her anger anymore.

No matter what, we have to get this done! Otherwise, wouldn't it be a waste of Zhuang Wencheng's kindness to Zhuang Qingning over the years?

"Why did you go to talk to Ning girl about this? A forced melon is not sweet. If you make it sound like you're forcing Ning girl to marry you, it will definitely not work given Ning girl's personality."

Zhuang Futian advised from the side.

Not to mention that Zhuang Qingning might fail, I'm afraid that Zhuang Jingye and the entire village might fail too.

Besides, who is Zhuang Qingning? She is usually kind to everyone, but she is the one who threatens to put rat poison in the well and dares to use a knife on the Song family. If she is really pushed into a corner, who knows what she might do.

When Wang heard this, she stopped talking immediately, lowered her head and thought for a long time, then paced back and forth in the yard for several circles. Finally, she sat down on the bench, saying nothing with a gloomy face.

Although this may not work, at least I can stop her, which is good enough.

If you want to give me some advice, it’s not too late to talk about it later.

As time goes by, no matter how big your ideas are, they can change.

Seeing that Wang remained silent, Zhuang Futian thought that what he had said just now had frightened Wang, and said earnestly, "This forced melon is not sweet. Since Ning girl has no intention of marrying into our family, you are just trying to bring them together, but it will only make things worse."

"You can't force this kind of thing. When you have time, talk to Wencheng about it and let him know about it. You can also find a matchmaker to introduce a few suitable ones to Wencheng. Try to settle on one by the end of the year or after the New Year, so that Wencheng can get married earlier."

"Wencheng, you don't have to worry too much. Once a man gets married and has children, he will focus on his wife and children, and his life will be good..."

Zhuang Futian, who usually doesn't like to talk much, said so much in one breath. He felt that he had said everything he needed to say. Seeing that Wang was still silent, Zhuang Futian didn't say any more.

Thinking of letting Wang think about the matter carefully by herself and figure out how to deal with it, he just went aside and poured her some cold tea.

Wang lowered her head, picking at her fingers, and pursed her lips tightly.

——The

next day, the cock crowed three times.

Today is the day that Yuehao, Fan Wenxuan and Chu Jinzhou are going to climb Cuiwei Mountain. Zhuang Qingning and Zhuang Qingsui got up early and packed up.

Some cakes and mooncakes, washed apples and pears, and some crisp dates should be brought. Zhuang Qingning also boiled some snow pear and chrysanthemum water and poured it into the water bag for later use.

Everything was ready. After the two sisters had a simple breakfast, Fan Wenxuan and Chu Jinzhou's carriage arrived at the door.

"We have to go quickly. I heard that there are auspicious signs in Cuiwei Mountain these days. It will be the fifteenth day of the lunar month in two days, so there will be a lot of people. If we go too late, I'm afraid the carriage won't be able to reach the foot of the mountain by then."

Perhaps because he hadn't been out for a long time, Chu Jinzhou was quite excited. He hurriedly asked Zhuang Qingning and Zhuang Qingsui to get on the carriage, then looked around and said, "Isn't Mingli here?"

"Mingli is weak and I'm afraid he can't climb the mountain. As you said, after the 15th, if you have time, you can go boating together." Zhuang Qingning said with a smile.

"Yeah, that's right." Chu Jinzhou nodded with a smile, his eyes falling on the small cloth bag in Zhuang Qingning's hand.

The bulging little cloth bag must have contained a lot of delicious food.

Even though he had just finished breakfast, Chu Jinzhou still licked his lips, trying his best not to think about delicious pastries like lotus root powder and osmanthus cake, and talked about other things with Zhuang Qingsui.

The two children of similar age were chatting happily about the interesting stories they had heard from the servants in the past two days and the delicious and fun things they had encountered in the past.

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Fan Wenxuan got up a little early and felt a little sleepy. He hugged the pillow and dozed off on the cushion. Zhuang Qingning lifted the curtain to look at the scene outside the car.

The carriage moved slowly forward, heading west, passing through villages and farmlands.

August is the golden autumn and the season of harvest.

Fiery red sorghum ears, snow-white cotton, corn that has already begun to be picked, beans waiting to be harvested, and sesame seeds that are ready to be harvested...

Various crops of different colors and types grow together on this vast land. It is quite spectacular and beautiful to look at.

As the carriage continued to move forward, the fields gradually became smaller, replaced by low bushes on both sides of the road. The mountains in the distance were also vaguely visible, rolling and bathed in the light of morning light.

Then, we drove over the small bridge and flowing water, passed by the Cuiwei Lake which was as calm as a mirror without any ripples, and then passed a narrow, winding road, and we officially arrived at the foot of Cuiwei Mountain.

Several people got off the carriage and stretched their arms and legs, which were stiff from sitting in the carriage for a long time.

(End of this chapter)