However, before Fang Yan and Aunt De could arrange a trip to Changmi Village, they heard Zhang Laowu spread rumors that Zhang Jizhou was his biological son, but that Xue Wanxue's attitude was too aloof and arrogant when she was alive, which he found unbearable.
He disliked Xue Wanxue's attitude, and therefore disliked Zhang Jizhou as well.
Oh wow!
This reason seems to hold water.
Love crows and their crows.
Disliking crows naturally extends to them as well.
However, isn't it a bit misleading to release these words at this particular time?
It turns out that Zhang Laowu was afraid that everyone would speculate wildly, so he quickly spread the word that he disliked Xue Wanxue's arrogant attitude, and therefore disliked Zhang Jizhou as well.
Zhang Jizhou is indeed his biological son.
"Pah! Shameless! If you didn't like Wanxue, why did you go to ask for her in the first place?"
"Pah! Pah! Pah! If you don't like Wanxue, then bring out Wanxue's dowry!"
"He's living a comfortable life on Wanxue's dowry and Jizhou's allowance, yet he says he doesn't like Wanxue and Jizhou. This is the first time I've ever heard of such a disgusting man in our village!"
...
Once these words were spread, Zhang Laowu, who already had no reputation, was once again severely criticized, and many people wished they could spit in his face.
"Third brother's wife, do you think this is true?"
Aunt De came to find Fang Yan again, asking uncertainly.
Fang Yan analyzed it from an objective perspective, saying, "Some people do indeed dislike their children because they dislike their parents."
"I understand." Aunt De had an "I understand" look on her face.
She herself disliked Zhang Laowu and Huang Hongmei, so she never liked Da Pangdun.
Fang Yan could tell from her expression that she must have had a similar experience.
However, since Aunt De didn't say anything, Fang Yan didn't ask and continued, "It's just that the timing of Zhang Laowu's release of this information makes people a little suspicious. Is he feeling guilty or afraid of something?"
“Yes, yes, yes,” Aunt De agreed after hearing her say that. “I think so too.”
"It's alright, we're not in a rush. Let these rumors circulate for a while," Fang Yan comforted Aunt De.
This matter wasn't urgent to begin with.
The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, and people will be visiting relatives and friends more often. These rumors might just spread from Gouzi Village to Changmi Village.
Who knows, it might bring her an unexpected surprise.
"Alright, then let's arrange a trip to Changmi Village after the Ghost Festival." Aunt De was anxious when she came, but now she feels that there's no need to rush.
After seeing Aunt De off, Fang Yan started watering, weeding, catching insects, and fertilizing the vegetables in the garden.
Because it was for their own consumption, she insisted on not using pesticides. When she saw insects, she would use a twig to remove them and ask Xiaoyuzai to take them to feed Aunt De's chickens.
Fang Yan had considered raising three or four chickens before.
After careful consideration, she decided not to keep the pet.
First of all, the biggest problem in raising chickens is not their feed, but hygiene.
The little fish is said to be three years old, but he's actually not even two years old yet. It's unrealistic to expect him to be in charge of cleaning.
Fang Yan also had to take care of the vegetable garden, and every day she had to clean a large amount of pig head meat and pig intestines, and then braise them.
She spends almost every morning selling braised food, and every afternoon cooking braised meat, tending the vegetable garden, and doing housework.
This whole series of events is already quite difficult.
Even the time she spends with Xiaoyuzai is squeezed out of her schedule, so how could she have time to clean up chicken droppings or anything like that?
In her past life, when she was a food blogger, hormone-injected chickens were everywhere. To ensure the purity, freshness, and authenticity of the ingredients, Fang Yan herself raised chickens in her yard.
Oh my god!
The smell of chicken urine, if not cleaned up for a day, can make a person faint.
So, I think I'll just not keep it.
Fortunately, the market is full of free-range chickens raised by farmers, and they taste just as good as the ones she raised in her previous life.
After finishing her work in the vegetable garden, Fang Yan picked a handful of bok choy seedlings to make a noodle soup later.
Upon entering the room, Qibei, who was lying under the bed, slowly raised his head to look at her.
Fang Yan patted its big head, "Go to sleep. When you wake up, I'll give you meat and rice for dinner."
She does know how to make dog food, and she even made some for Qibei once.
Perhaps because she was used to eating rice mixed with fish and meat bones, Qibei didn't like eating dog food.
Fang Yan reluctantly agreed and prepared different kinds of mixed rice for it every day according to its taste.
Qibei loves its new owner. Apart from the fact that its little owner is a bit silly and likes to take it out and give it all sorts of commands like "sit, lie down, stand, run" in front of those little ones, they are all very good.
The food cooked by the lady of the house was especially delicious; it was the best food the dog had ever eaten in its life, without a doubt.
Fang Yan glanced at Xiao Yuzai, who was sleeping on the bed, and made sure he wouldn't wake up anytime soon. She turned around and went out, then slipped into the kitchen to start preparing the braised food to sell tomorrow.
After a lot of effort, she started washing the pig's head meat and intestines and began cooking them in the pot. At the same time, she was busy baking the shortbread that Old Man Wei and the others wanted.
The Mid-Autumn Festival is just around the corner, which is the peak season for the sale of pastries and other snacks.
Old Wei and his friends were clearly big spenders when it came to food and drink; they were definitely high-quality customers.
So, in addition to ham shortbread, Fang Yan also specially baked taro paste and egg yolk pastries, red bean paste mooncakes, and other treats.
These are samples; I'm giving them a few to try.
However, this novelty brought her a large order.
This time, Fang Yan can earn more than 20 yuan from 55 jin of shortbread.
Whether it's big money or small money, you have to work hard to earn it.
Sure enough, when Fang Yan delivered the pastries to Old Man Wei's house at the agreed time, the other old men also arrived.
Upon hearing Fang Yan say that there were new products to try, they all gave them a shot.
After this test, the scene turned out like this...
"Xiao Fang, give me twenty of these egg yolk pastries, and also mooncakes, three boxes of mooncakes, and two jin of loose mooncakes."
I placed the order without even asking the price.
Fang Yan quickly told them the prices: "Grandpa Shen, an egg yolk pastry is 80 cents, mooncakes in bulk are 15 yuan per jin, and a boxed one is 35 yuan."
"It's alright, just do as I said, make it for me." Old Master Shen waved his hand and said nonchalantly.
He doesn't usually need to use his money; his retirement pension is enough for him.
Once Old Man Shen took the lead, the others also started placing orders.
Old Wei placed the largest order...
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