Huang Hongmei was not afraid of losing face, nor was she afraid of Fang Yan giving her a hard time.
It's clear that the entire village is now on Fang Yan's side, and when they see people on their side, they all wish they could drown them with their spit.
Knowing full well that going there wouldn't bring any benefit.
Huang Hongmei was also worried that she might be criticized by everyone and didn't want to provoke anyone at this time.
She was thinking that she would wait until everyone's emotions were calmer after a while.
When that time comes, she will go over and give Fang Yan a good talking-to.
So he discussed it with Zhang Laowu.
Old Zhang didn't even look at her, but instead looked at his beloved youngest son, Da Pangdun, and said, "After the Mid-Autumn Festival, that dog will be yours."
"Really? You're not lying?" The chubby boy stopped crying, jumped up, ran to Zhang Laowu, and asked uncertainly.
Zhang Laowu nodded confidently, "Really, I'm not lying to you."
The next second, he quickly reminded the chubby boy, "You must not say this outside. If you tell anyone else, that dog will no longer be yours."
“I know,” the chubby boy said smugly to Zhang Laowu with a “I’m so smart” look. “If you tell anyone beforehand and that little bitch Fang Yan finds out, it will ruin your plan, right?”
"Yes." Old Zhang patted his round, big head affectionately. "You're clearly very smart, so why can't you control your temper?"
"Why should I control my temper?" the chubby boy said dismissively. "From now on, I'll be the head of the family. They'll all have to listen to me and earn money to support me. I can do whatever I want. Why should I control my temper?"
The chubby boy took it all for granted, thinking that he would be the local tyrant of the Zhang family from now on, and he would beat up anyone who dared to disobey him.
Therefore, he doesn't need to control his temper at all.
“My Bao Cai is the smartest in the whole village, and he will definitely be the luckiest in the future.” Huang Hongmei looked at the chubby boy with such a thick, unrealistic, rosy gaze that it was almost unbearable to look at him.
In her eyes, even a big fat boy is just a pile of poop, but he still smells good.
Zhang Laowu wanted to tell Da Pangdun that although he would be the eldest in the family, his life would still be inseparable from the public and the community, so he would have to control his temper a little.
Just like himself, he is now the most powerful person in the Zhang family.
But in order to attach himself to the Gouzi Village community, even if he was unwilling, didn't he listen to that old geezer Zhang Zongde and apologize in front of the whole village, admitting his mistakes?
Then I remembered that the chubby boy was still young.
He might not understand if I tell him this now, so let's wait until he's older.
It's safe to say that having such parents who mistook spoiling for love is incredibly unlucky for the chubby boy.
However, at this moment, the spoiled chubby boy didn't feel at all that he had the worst luck in the world.
Thinking that in a few days, that little bastard's dog will be his, and if anyone dares not to play with him then, he'll have Qibei bite them!
He'll see who dares not to play with him!
The chubby boy was so happy that he bounced around and started humming an unknown tune.
Fang Yan was extremely busy in the kitchen, having just finished packaging the mooncakes and egg yolk pastries.
I checked on the braised food that I was going to sell tomorrow. It was almost done braising, so I turned off the heat.
Coming out of the kitchen, I saw that it was already getting dark, and I knew I had to prepare dinner again.
She always kept the meat in the kitchen.
So I went to the vegetable garden and picked some greens, and then picked two ripe red tomatoes.
Little Fish loves to eat sweet and sour scrambled eggs with tomatoes. He can finish a whole bowl of rice in one go just by soaking rice in the broth from the sweet and sour scrambled eggs with tomatoes.
"Little Fish, Qibei, it's getting dark, aren't you going home yet?" After picking the vegetables, she walked to the gate and called out to Zhang Zongde's courtyard.
That's how it is in the countryside; as long as the sound can be heard, people usually shout back and forth like this.
"Woof woof woof..." Qibei responded a little faster.
Then we heard the little fish's tender voice, "Mommy, it's time to go back. Wait a minute, Qibei and I will go back soon."
"Hurry up, your older brother and sister need to eat too. Don't keep them waiting," Fang Yan urged.
Little Fish and Qibei were playing a game, and they didn't have time to pay attention to Fang Yan anymore.
Aunt De came out and stood in her yard. She said to Fang Yan, "Just let Xiao Yuzai eat here in a bit."
“That won’t do. If this little guy stays with his older brothers and sisters, he won’t eat properly, and then you won’t be able to eat well either.”
Kids are all like that. When they're home alone, they eat well, but when they're with other kids, they don't behave at all.
Aunt De waved to Fang Yan nonchalantly, "What's the big deal? My family has so many children, and we've managed just fine. You go ahead and do your thing."
Fang Yan didn't really hold a grudge against Aunt De, so she went back to cook.
As night falls, wisps of smoke rise from the chimneys of every house and drift away on the wind.
Farmers, having toiled all day in the fields, carried farm tools or fresh fruits and vegetables picked from the fields, smelling the aroma of food and walking in the soft afterglow of the setting sun, gradually made their way home.
After spending most of the day at home, Zhang Laowu finally got the chance to go out.
As night fell and the light dimmed, he crept out of the village like a ghost and disappeared into the night...
"Did you bring the money?" A young man's voice rang out from the dense woods.
Another, aged voice followed, "Have you found out everything?"
The young man said, "I already found out. That bitch Fang Yan is really stupid. If the amount of meat ordered is more than five catties, the deposit will not be refunded. If it is less than five catties, the deposit will be refunded."
The moon was quite bright tonight, but where they were, the trees were lush and the moonlight was dim, so they could only vaguely see their figures, but not their expressions.
However, the young voice seemed to carry a sense of absolute confidence: "I have already found fifteen people, each of whom will order five catties of pork, for a total of seventy-five catties. By then, she will be left crying out in despair."
"Third brother, get her a dog. When we're carrying out the second plan, try to get her dog over first," the old man's voice rang out again. "That dog is big, it should be from the army, it's quite capable. With it around, our later plans will be difficult to proceed. It's best to get it over here first this time."
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