The guests who covered their ears were all excited. They thought that the thunder was caused by Jiang Yingxue. Otherwise, why would Jiang Yingxue ask them to cover their ears in advance? The thunder struck them just as they covered their ears.
What a coincidence!
But Boss Jiang is so amazing! She can attract thunder!
Most of them looked at Jiang Yingxue with admiration, and the few who were afraid no longer felt afraid when they thought about how Jiang Yingxue was usually friendly to everyone.
A brave student asked, "Sister, is this thunder..."
"Sister, were you the God of Thunder in your previous life?"
Jiang Yingxue smiled and shook her head in denial, "No, I don't have that much ability. I just suddenly felt something was wrong, so I told you to stay away from her."
The student asked, "Intuition? Sixth sense?"
Jiang Yingxue nodded, "That should be it."
Admitting it would be asking for trouble. She would be called in for questioning by the police station and might even be targeted and taken for research. There was no way she could admit it at this moment.
Seeing Jiang Yingxue's genuine expression, the naive students believed it.
"What do you want to buy?"
"I want two skewers of fish balls."
"I want a pork cutlet and seaweed rice ball."
…
After about five minutes, the ambulance arrived and took Zhuang Liuhong away. The voices discussing the "unlucky guy" gradually died down, and the street returned to normal.
This drought thunder will not take Zhuang Liuhong's life, but it will definitely cause physical and mental damage. If she doesn't lie in bed for a year or two, she will be sorry for the drought thunder that was sent down specifically for her.
After waking up from the emergency treatment in the hospital, Zhuang Liuhong refused to talk about the incident and even became weird. But that's all in the past and it was her retribution.
*
Weekend, Zhangjia Village.
The morning sun and wind are warm, and the crowing of chickens and barking of dogs in the village form a common rural music.
Zhang Weilong was cleaning the tricycle he used for setting up a stall at his doorstep. After returning home yesterday, he stuffed all the leftover food into the refrigerator and froze it so that he could take it out to sell next week. The dirty tricycle was only washed today.
For the past week or two, Huilong Rice Balls' business has been extremely poor, with half of the food left over every day. If this continues, he'll either have to move his stall to a new location or find a new job.
Meanwhile, the Xuehe Rice Balls restaurant next door was doing a booming business, practically selling out every day. Students were constantly praising the Xuehe Rice Balls as being heavenly while disparaging Huilong Rice Balls' food as garbage. He was so angry he wanted to yell at the students, but worried about affecting his already sluggish business, he held back, feeling incredibly frustrated.
He was very upset every day. He wanted to cause trouble for Jiang Yingxue but was worried about the surveillance camera on her stall. His resentment grew stronger, so he kicked the stone on the ground.
"Ouch~" Zhang Fuyao, who was walking on the road, was hit by a stone. He staggered forward a step before he could steady himself.
When I turned around, I saw that only my cousin Zhang Weilong was there.
Zhang Fuyao said with some dissatisfaction, "Uncle Weilong, why are you kicking rocks at me?"
Zhang Weilong grinned and said, "I didn't notice you. Hey, are you going home for the weekend?"
Zhang Fuyao said "hmm" and left. His mother asked him to go to the village store to buy soy sauce. He stumbled and almost fell.
Luckily, I didn't fall. If the soy sauce bottle had broken, would Zhang Weilong have to pay for it or not? My clothes would still be dirty.
Zhang Weilong looked at Zhang Fuyao's back and smiled strangely. The person who could help him find trouble with Jiang Yingxue had come. It was really like someone who brought a pillow to someone who was sleepy.
In his eyes, Zhang Fuyao was a fool with a liar arm. During this period, he saw Zhang Fuyao going to Xuehe Rice Ball to buy food every one or two days, and he got angry every time he saw him.
He knew that Xuehe rice balls were not cheap, and he also knew Zhang Fuyao's family financial situation.
"Hahaha." Zhang Weilong laughed twice. Did Sister Xiuhua know that her son was spending money so lavishly at school? It didn't matter if she didn't know. He would go tell her right away.
Shen Xiuhua is Zhang Fuyao's mother. She and her husband, Zhang Guiqiang, have two daughters and one son: 18-year-old Zhang Fudi, 17-year-old Zhang Tiandi, and 15-year-old Zhang Weilong. Zhang Guiqiang and Zhang Fudi work away from home and only return home for holidays, though they send money home every month. Zhang Tiandi dropped out of school to help Shen Xiuhua with farm work, while Zhang Weilong is a third-year student at Taoxi Middle School in town.
"Pa!" After throwing away the rag and simply rinsing the car with water, Zhang Weilong went to Zhang Fuyao's house with a smirk on his face.
"Sister Xiuhua, do you know there's a stall selling exorbitant prices in front of the middle school in town? The things there are really expensive. Let me show you the prices..."
Zhang Weilong had a price chart on the blackboard for Xuehe rice balls on his phone. He opened the picture and showed it to Shen Xiuhua. "I don't know what's in the food at this stall. Those students seem possessed. They go there every day and feel sick if they don't eat for a day. It's really strange."
"Tsk tsk, the way those students eat is similar to the way the second uncle's son at the end of the village sucks on that thing."
Looking at the prices on the pictures, Shen Xiuhua's eyes widened. 20 yuan for a rice ball? 20 yuan for a glass of juice? And there were 50 or 100 yuan? Was it inlaid with gold? It was so expensive! She couldn't even spend 20 yuan in three days!
Shen Xiuhua was not stupid, and she knew that Zhang Weilong would not tell her these things for no reason. Thinking of her son who was attending junior high school in town, she looked up at Zhang Weilong in confusion and said, "Fu Yao, he..." He wouldn't buy them often, right?
Before Shen Xiuhua could finish her words, Zhang Weilong said hurriedly, "That's right! I saw him buy it not once or twice, but many times! And every time he went back with a small bag, I saw him buy it again yesterday... He must spend three or four hundred yuan a month. Sister Xiuhua, I'm doing this for Fuyao's own good. If you say that eating this thing is fine, it's fine. If there is any problem, I would be sorry to you and Brother Guiqiang if I didn't report it!"
Shen Xiuhua was filled with anger. She suppressed her anger and said to Zhang Weilong with a smile: "Thank you very much, Weilong. I will go and deal with that little bastard right away!"
A hint of pride flashed in Zhang Weilong's eyes, and he smiled: "We are all villagers, why be polite? The child is older and you don't need to beat him. Just say a few words and it will be fine. Otherwise, the more you beat him, the more trouble he will cause." In his heart, he wished that Shen Xiuhua would beat him with a telephone pole.
"He dares!" Shen Xiuhua insisted on beating him with a stick.
Zhang Weilong left after achieving his goal. Zhang Fuyao came out of the house and saw Zhang Weilong leaving his yard. He asked, "Mom, what is Uncle Weilong doing here?"
Shen Xiuhua yelled at him angrily, "It's all because of the good things you did!"
Zhang Fuyao was confused, "What did I do?"
"You still have the nerve to ask! Let me ask you, what have you eaten for lunch at school recently? How much did it cost?" Shen Xiuhua stared at his face angrily without blinking.
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