Chapter 223 The Second Family Sleeps in the Shop

Zhang Jinlan sat in a chair next to her granddaughter and remained silent.

She had done everything she could.

Everything depends on whether Manager Yu can figure it out.

"Husband, did you hear me? There are no ghosts in this world. Don't be afraid, okay? It's all fake, all fake. Don't be afraid. You are not haunted by ghosts. From now on, can we live a good life as before? I beg you."

After knowing the truth, Fan Wanyue hugged Yu Xingwang and cried sadly.

But there was a hint of anticipation and joy in her tone.

"No ghost? No ghost? There is no ghost..."

Yu Xingwang muttered to himself, and then he suddenly fell backward and fainted.

Zhang Jinlan hurried out of the alley and asked her second son, who was sitting on a ox cart, to go to Wuji Street to ask for a doctor.

It was almost evening.

She then took her granddaughter on the ox cart and hurried home.

"Grandma, will that Master Yu wake up?"

The phoenix on Jiang Fubao's arm has flown away.

She raised her head, rubbed her eyes, and asked in a baby voice.

"Yes, maybe after waking up, she won't be crazy anymore. Grandma told her this to make her feel at ease. Mrs. Fan is a good person. Good people should be rewarded. God will bless them. Okay, Fubao, are you tired? Lean in grandma's arms and take a nap."

The oxcart has already left the city gate.

The road also became bumpy.

Jiang Fubao nodded, leaned in his grandmother's arms, and closed his eyes.

In my ears, I can clearly hear the chatter of people at home and the chirping of birds and frogs in the mountains and forests.

The bumpy road was like a rocking car, making her feel sleepy.

After a while, he started snoring.

"Tsk, Fubao has fallen asleep. Let's speak softly so as not to disturb her." Zhang Jinlan tsk.

The sound of several people chatting suddenly became as small as the buzz of a mosquito.

Zhang Yanzi, who was sitting opposite Zhang Jinlan, picked up a palm-leaf fan and fanned her mother-in-law and daughter from time to time.

"She's like a little piglet, snoring all the time. She just likes to run around town every day and doesn't play with other kids her age. What little girl is like her? She's just a naughty monkey."

Zhang Yanzi cursed with a smile.

She said something disdainful, but her eyes were so gentle that tears were about to drip from them.

"Those kids in the village can't compare to our Fubao. Our Fubao is the smartest and most blessed child in the world. Even birds listen to her. Our Fubao should be happy all her life. Let her be."

Zhang Jinlan looks at her granddaughter in her arms.

The love in my eyes is about to overflow.

She gave her granddaughter a gentle kiss on her chubby cheek.

Hug tighter.

The setting sun cast its rays across the fields. The cows' steps moved faster and faster as Jiang Dahe whipped the whip. If Jiang Fubao was awake at this moment, he would probably hear curses the moment he opened his shield.

now.

It's already dinner time.

Smoke rose from the houses along the roadside.

The aroma of rice drifted into the nostrils of the Jiang family with the evening breeze.

Their stomachs also became hungry at this moment.

"It will probably be dark by the time we get home. We still need to wash up and eat. We have been delayed for a long time today. Mom, since there are no ghosts in the backyard, why don't we just stay there? There are three rooms anyway, and we don't have to run around. Besides, I am a little worried about leaving the shop empty at night. What if it gets robbed?"

Sun Pingmei slapped her on the neck.

A mosquito that had drunk enough blood suddenly appeared in the palm of my hand, and it was already flattened.

"We can't accommodate three rooms. So, starting tomorrow, Eryong, you and Pingmei will stay in the shop. On the one hand, you can look after the shop to prevent thieves at night. On the other hand, when you wake up in the morning, you can light the stove and clean the shop in advance to save us from being overwhelmed.

Your father is only here to help today. He and Tong Jin still have to stay at home. After all, Xile is pregnant, and there are so many children to take care of at home. The crops in the fields cannot be left there."

Zhang Jinlan didn't consider her younger and older sons at all.

After all, the eldest son has to drive, the eldest daughter-in-law has to take care of the household, and the youngest son is even less capable of doing things. The three children are still young, and Tongji and Tongxiang are not like Fubao, who can follow them every day.

If my youngest son and his wife lived in the shop, I'm afraid the child would only see them once in a long time, and would become estranged from them when he grew up.

After much consideration, I decided that my second son and his wife were the only suitable candidates.

The second son is capable, agile, and muscular. If he encounters a thief, he will fight back. Who knows who will win.

As for the second daughter-in-law, although she is a greedy person, she is absolutely good at working.

The most important thing is that both fire and earth have grown up.

I am no longer at the age of pestering my parents.

The Jiang family nodded in agreement to her proposal.

The scene changes.

He arrived at Bai's Jianglingu in the sunset, asked the driver to unload all the bamboo baskets from the ox cart, paid the rent for the ox cart, and gave the driver two copper coins as a reward.

The driver, who was originally a little unhappy, immediately smiled.

With his repeated calls of "Master".

Jiang Lingu's heart was filled with rage.

The bamboo baskets were piled at the front door of the Bai family, leaving only a gap of less than two feet.

Jiang Lingu leaned slightly to the side, walked to the door and knocked.

After waiting for a long time, Wan Zhen finally opened the door.

She looked unhappy.

His eyes were fixed on Jiang Lingu.

"Why did you come just now? You are so slow in doing things. Do you still want to do it?"

I haven’t gotten rid of today’s anger yet and I’m exhausted after another whole afternoon.

So Jiang Lingu happened to hit the muzzle of the gun.

After being scolded for a full quarter of an hour, he was finally allowed to enter. However, Wan Zhen ordered him to move the bamboo baskets at the door into the yard one by one first.

Jiang Lingu, who had never done farm work and considered himself a scholar, had worked in the bookkeeping office for many years and was physically weak, so it really took a lot of effort.

By the time he stood in front of Bai Qianshan, he was already panting from exhaustion.

"The shop will open the day after tomorrow. Have you bought all the bamboo tubes? Have you informed us in advance? If they are sold out, you must pick them up immediately to avoid delaying the shop's profit."

Bai Qianshan is eating.

As he spoke, he smacked his lips loudly.

He didn't even raise his head while speaking.

"I've bought them all and moved them to your house. They're all in the yard. There are nearly thirty baskets. But I don't have enough money, so the bill hasn't been paid yet."

Jiang Lingu was breathing heavily. He stood straight and did not dare to sit down to rest.

"Not paid? How many did you receive for a penny?"

Bai Qianshan put down his chopsticks and looked up at him.

"The Jiang family bought eight bamboo tubes for one cent, so I had to pay a higher price. Otherwise, they wouldn't agree to sell only to us. I paid five bamboo tubes for one cent."

Jiang Lingu's eyes flashed.

Reported a false account.

As this was his first time doing this, he felt a little guilty, so his head, which had been held high, lowered slightly.