Chapter 10 Fat Pig and Dawang



When Meng Zhiyu packed up and went out, Mrs. Meng also called for someone to send Lu to the hospital.

Meng Zhiyu went straight to the supply and marketing cooperative and stuffed two White Rabbit candies into the saleswoman's hand. "Sister, I want a few boxes of snacks, a small bag of fruit candies, a bag of White Rabbit candies, four boxes of brown sugar, a pack of toilet paper, and two cans of malted milk."

The kitchen probably has food, pots and pans and other things. If you need anything, you can go to the county town to buy it.

The salesperson squeezed the candy in his hand, stuffed it into his pocket, and said with a smile, "Okay, I'll get it for you right away."

After taking the things and paying the bills, I left the supply and marketing cooperative, found an empty corner, and put all the things away.

I went over the matter in my mind and realized that I had done almost everything I needed to do. I was just waiting to get on the train the day after tomorrow. I just didn't know where the report letter was now, and whether it had reached the person in charge.

Once the textile factory fires Meng Yanmei, this job should be returned to me, and I can sell it for a few hundred dollars.

After returning home, Meng Zhiyu lay on the bed and started studying for the day. In addition to self-defense, she also had to focus on medical skills. As for cooking, as long as she didn't starve to death, it would be fine.

Technology is not yet developed, so she plans to focus on traditional Chinese medicine for the time being. After all, she has some basic knowledge in traditional Chinese medicine. If she studies Western medicine, what if she needs to use some advanced machine and finds that it has not been invented yet?

A class lasts fifty minutes. After studying, I first recited my notes, then sent a message to the teacher to ask about the parts I didn’t understand. After making sure there were no problems, I took the test and successfully won a blind box.

After opening it, there was a set of silver needles. "Ding Dong, host, these silver needles are also available in the mall. If you need to exchange them for new ones, you can buy them with gold coins."

Meng Zhiyu put the silver needle into the space and took a look at his total number of gold coins: 0.

"Can I make and sell the puff pastry that I learned before?" After all, she had only learned how to make this one and was selling it these days.

"Of course." Wangcai said in a cheerful mechanical voice, the host is finally open for business!

Just when he had some free time, Meng Zhiyu got up and registered a shop under Wangcai's guidance, and then went to the kitchen to knead dough and make pancakes.

For lunch, she fried some shredded potatoes, made a bowl of malted milk, and made two pancakes. After taking a nap, she continued to make pancakes.

As the sun was setting, Meng Zhiyu counted the pancakes and found they had 26 in total. "Wangcai, do I need to find something to pack them?"

"No need, just hang it up and it will automatically come with a recyclable package when you sell it."

So advanced!

Meng Zhiyu happily hung up all twenty-six pancakes, and each pancake was automatically priced at two gold coins.

When I returned to my room after dinner, half of the gold coins had been sold, and the total number of gold coins showed twenty-six.

Meng Zhiyu stared at the three words "twenty-six" and smiled foolishly. Although he kept telling himself to make the best of it, he couldn't help feeling a little uneasy when he suddenly came to an unfamiliar time and space and was the poor little one at home.

Now, looking at the income of twenty-six, she finally felt a little comforted. With money in hand, she would not be worried anywhere. As long as she learned more skills and made more things to sell, she would have both gold coins and displayed money.

Meng Zhiyu was eating the plums she had just bought and browsing the mall when she heard a knock on the door. It was Meng Dawang, "Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu, come out quickly."

Meng Zhiyu reluctantly stepped out, put on his shoes, and slowly went to open the door. "Dad, is there something wrong?"

Did he know that he had angered his wife into the hospital, or did he not believe that Mrs. Lu had cheated on him and that the son was not his?

Meng Dawang rarely smiled at the girl, "Xiaoyu, my good friend is treating me to dinner today. He heard you wanted to meet me. Go change your clothes and come out with me."

Although there was a smile on his face, his tone was indeed unyielding.

As a girl from the 21st century, I knew what he meant as soon as I heard it. Isn't it just about accompanying his good friend to dinner so that he can get benefits?

If you want to use her to gain benefits, then consider whether to send her away or get yourself involved.

Meng Zhiyu changed into clothes that were more convenient for him to move around in. After thinking about it, he decided to put the kitchen knife into the space just in case.

Meng Dawang rode his bicycle and took Meng Zhiyu to a building and led her into a room on the third floor.

The person who opened the door was a fat, middle-aged man with a big belly. I don't know if it was sweat or oil, but his face was shiny and looked greasy.

The man looked Meng Zhiyu up and down, satisfaction in his eyes. Meng Dawang knew it was a success at a glance, and pushed Meng Zhiyu into the house with a smile on his face.

The three of them sat down. The fat-headed man grabbed a handful of candy and placed it on Meng Zhiyu, taking the opportunity to touch her hand. "Xiaoyu, right? Come on, eat the candy."

Meng Zhiyu quickly withdrew his hand, ignoring Meng Dawang's signaling look, and looked around the house. The furniture was simple, and it was definitely not the home of this fat pig. He either bought it to hide his mistress or rented it from someone else.

"Xiao Yu, you stay here and talk to Tie Ge first. I'm going to buy some things." Meng Dawang said as he stood up and was about to leave.

Meng Zhiyu took out an electric pen and poked it directly at Meng Dawang's waist. He twitched a few times as if he was having a seizure and lay on the ground screaming.

Meng Zhiyu turned her head to meet the fat pig's surprised eyes, opened his mouth and tried to grab her pig's trotter, then used the same trick to poke his fat belly. With a "bang", he fell to the ground twitching.

Meng Zhiyu hit both of them on the neck, knocking them unconscious.

She was too lazy to pull them into the room. She was too fat to pull them into the room even if she wanted to. So she just squatted down, closed her eyes, stripped off the clothes of the two people, and let them hug each other.

He rummaged through their clothes, took all their money and notes, walked out, half-closed the door, and walked onto the street. He called a child and gave him fifty cents, "Go find the police and tell them that someone is having an affair in the third room on the third floor of this building from the left."

"No problem." The child looked at the fifty cents, his eyes shining, and patted his chest in agreement.

"Go ahead."

Meng Zhiyu found a secluded place to stand. After waiting for a while, he saw the boy leading several police officers towards this side. When he saw them going upstairs, he was about to follow them, but he saw a fat, well-dressed woman, accompanied by several men, walking towards him imposingly and entering the small building.

"Could she be that fat pig's wife?" Meng Zhiyu muttered, and followed her upstairs among the crowd of onlookers.

Before he even walked in, he heard a woman's angry shouting and cursing. When he reached the door, Meng Zhiyu stood to the corner of the door, tiptoed to peek inside, and saw the rich woman pressing the fat pig and slapping it in the face. Meng Dawang was not spared either, and was hit in the face by the rich woman with a bag.

The police officers stood aside, constantly trying to comfort the rich woman. The rich woman ignored them and hit the two men in the face. It was not known whether Meng Dawang, who was hit in the face by the bag, was more miserable, or the fat pig, who was slapped but had his face scratched by the nails, was more miserable. But she felt very happy watching it.

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