The last pound of meat was left, and the customer who had pre-ordered it came to pick it up ten minutes later.
With this, the Mid-Autumn Festival braised meat sales event has officially come to an end.
Based on the sun's reflection, Fang Yan guessed the time; it should still be early.
There's a clock in the kitchen. When she needs to know the exact time at home, she has to go into the kitchen to check it.
Because the clock was so beautiful, it was clearly not from this era, so she didn't dare to take it out.
When we arrived at the market, we saw that all the shops in the neighborhood had clocks, including Aunt Zhu's shop, which had a small, broken clock.
After getting to know them better, Fang Yan would sometimes go to their shop to check the time.
It's inconvenient to keep going to other people's shops to check the time.
Fang Yan plans to take Xiao Yuzai and Qi Bei to the only shopping mall in the county town to buy a watch since the market closes early today.
It's called a shopping mall, but it's really just a larger store than the old supply and marketing cooperative.
The problem is that they probably won't let Qibei in.
"Let's go to the mall to buy some things, and we'll worship the Moon Goddess tonight."
Fang Yan said to Xiaoyu and the others while packing her things.
Then she looked at Qibei and said, "However, the mall might not let you in. Can you wait for me and Xiaoyuzai at the entrance?"
"Woof woof woof..." Qibei barked, sounding quite aggrieved.
Look at that little face, it's like she's asking, "I shower once a week and I'm always clean, why won't the mall let me in?"
Fang Yan: ...
Look how upset the child is, he's almost crying.
"Don't feel wronged. There are just too many in the mall. They're worried that if you go in, someone might step on your paw. What would you do then?"
Fang Yan casually kneaded the furry child, soothing him.
No matter how smart Grandpa Bei is, he's still just a little kid. What can he possibly understand?
They were actually fooled by Fang Yan's nonsense, "Woof woof woof..."
Translation: Okay, then you guys need to hurry up and buy me some delicious food.
Fang Yan chuckled inwardly. Dream on. We haven't settled the score for you and Xiaoyuzai's unauthorized trip to Lion's Roar Ridge yet.
"You and Little Fish still have two days of snacks to lose, and two days of self-reflection. You haven't finished yet," she said coolly.
Qibei covered her face with her paws, pretending she couldn't see and that she hadn't heard anything.
Little Fish looked horrified; he thought his mother had forgotten.
It's all that bad guy Qibei's fault.
Is that better now?
Mom remembered again.
Little Fish glared at Qibei angrily.
This was the first time in her life that she had ever punished a naughty child or a pet. How could Fang Yan possibly forget it?
She was just thinking that since it was a holiday today, she would let the punishment go for now and deal with it after today.
After finally finishing packing, Fang Yan looked at Xiaoyuzai and Qibei, "Let's go, let's set off. We'll go ahead and find a place to store the metal buckets, and then we can go to the mall."
However, before she could take the first step with Xiaoyuzai and Qibei, she saw someone rushing over. "Fang Yanyan, your mother was beaten by your grandmother. She was crying and went to find you. On the way, she fell into a ditch and hit her head on something. She's bleeding."
"Oh dear, your mother is really reckless, she's clutching her head and squatting at your doorstep, refusing to go to the hospital. I really had no choice; I was afraid that if the blood kept flowing from her head like this, she would die. That's why I ran all the way from the village to find you."
The man's mouth was like it had a motor installed. As soon as he ran up to Fang Yan, he poured out his words like beans, without even taking a breath.
"My mom was hit by my grandma? And she fell down? And her head is bleeding?"
Fang Yan was initially startled, but quickly calmed down, looked the woman in front of her up and asked, "Who are you?"
This person looks completely unfamiliar.
To her surprise, upon hearing this, she immediately became furious and glared at him coldly, "Fang Yanyan, is it because you're making a lot of money now that you don't even want to acknowledge us poor relatives anymore?"
Is this person a relative of the original owner?
Is she from her maternal side?
Or is it from the Zhang family's side?
It seems that this person has no memory of the original owner.
"Relatives?" Fang Yan stared at her coldly. "Then tell me, what kind of relative are you to our family?"
“I am your great-uncle’s own sister, your aunt. What else could we be but relatives?” the woman said matter-of-factly.
My great-uncle, that is, my grandfather's cousin, was his younger sister...
Oh, so this woman in front of me is my grandfather's cousin.
Fang Yan: ...
Why can't you just say it directly? Why go through all this trouble?
My grandfather's sisters and cousins should be called great-aunts, but in the Gouzi Village area, they are usually called old aunts.
However, the original owner's grandfather had passed away decades ago, and because of the domineering and eccentric way of doing things by the old lady Fang, the relatives almost never had any contact with the grandfather's branch of the family.
So it's no wonder that the original owner didn't have any information about this old aunt in his memories.
But how could someone who hasn't had any contact with their branch of the family for thousands of years suddenly become involved with their adoptive mother again?
"Oh dear, having a daughter is heartless! After marrying into another family, she doesn't even react when she hears that her mother is in trouble. Is she just afraid of spending money?" the so-called aunt exclaimed again.
That's right, she was speaking in a shouting manner, her voice so high that it seemed as if she was afraid that no one around her could hear her except Fang Yan.
Fang Yan was a little worried about her stepmother, but something about her aunt's behavior always seemed off. She looked at her suspiciously for a long time, "Where's my brother? Where did my brother go?"
Today is the Ghost Festival, and no matter how much the old lady of the Fang family oppresses people, shouldn't she at least give them half a day off?
If Fang Jie were home, why would he let his stepmother come out on her own?
The old aunt slapped her thigh, "You didn't know that, did you?"
Fang Yan: ? ? ?
“Our village is building a reservoir over at Huzishan. Today, those who go to work on the reservoir will get an extra dollar each. Your grandma signed your brother up. They probably won’t be back until seven or eight o’clock tonight.”
Huzai is far from Dashi Village; it takes more than two hours to walk there.
If I finish work at six o'clock, I'll get home around eight o'clock.
Fang Yan: ...
This greedy old woman won't even let her grandson have a proper holiday because of this.
No wonder she asked Fang Jie to come to her house, but he didn't have time to come and even told her not to go back to her parents' home.
Although I haven't met this cheap milk yet.
However, based solely on the events from the original owner's memories, Fang Yan had absolutely no liking for this old lady.
You're saying my mom was hit by my grandma?
Fang Yan was a little anxious. If her adoptive mother really had a head injury, she would have to get her to the hospital immediately.
But she didn't dare to believe her aunt's words so easily, "Why did my grandma hit my mom?"
The old aunt came up and helped Fang Yan hold the large iron bucket. "Your mother's injury can't wait. Come on, let's talk as we walk..."
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