Chapter 287 Closed Today

"Okay, I understand. I'll go to your house now." Jiang Zi Chong, who wanted to refuse, heard Zhang Jinlan asking him to hand over the ox cart to Jiang Eryong, so he had to agree.

Wang Xiulian, who was not far away, saw her son enter the Jiang family's gate from a distance and drive out in a ox cart.

While being shocked, he did not forget to raise his chin with pride.

"Look, everyone, look, my son Zi Chong is driving a bullock cart. He has a good relationship with the Jiang family. The clan leader's family even gave the bullock cart to my son. Come and have a look."

The villagers around him rolled their eyes at the boastful words.

Zhang Jinlan also heard something vaguely.

She snorted coldly and said nothing.

Zi Chong is a good kid, but he has a foolish mother who holds him back.

After a while, Qian Xile took Jiang Fubao home.

Passing by the wooden bridge, I happened to meet a villager carrying a hoe.

They are not like the people in the fields who stay up all night and busy themselves with the harvest.

Everyone slept soundly.

Jiang Fubao also saw ridicule and contempt in their eyes.

"These guys really did it all night long. They are such idiots. If it rains, I will call my name backwards."

One of the old ladies said arrogantly.

"Auntie, isn't your name Fang Fang? It's still Fang Fang if you call it backwards, right? What's the difference?"

Someone dismantled the stage.

Laughter came from all directions.

Jiang Fubao covered his mouth and went home with his sister-in-law.

When we got home, our brothers and sisters had already finished their meal.

Jiang Tongji and Jiang Ruyi also washed the plates and bowls that their younger siblings and themselves used for their meals.

Jiang Fubao wanted to drink the porridge that had turned cold on the stove.

But my sister-in-law poured it into the pot first.

"Good boy, you have a stomachache from eating something cold this morning. I'll serve you a bowl of hot food."

She often drank mung bean soup in the shop, but she just couldn't drink cold porridge.

Jiang Fubao didn't understand this either.

But she listened.

Just do whatever your sister-in-law says.

"Gulp, gulp."

The porridge in the pot was warm and thin. She swallowed it one spoonful at a time without chewing.

After breakfast, she held the gourd and asked her sister-in-law to help her fill it with water. Then she happily went to the field to bring water to grandma and grandpa.

After delivering the gourd, he came back with an empty gourd.

Just running back and forth like this.

My short legs are tired from running.

On the small road leading to the town, Jiang Zichong drove the ox cart in a hurry.

Halfway there.

He met many villagers who were carrying dung buckets to fetch water from the river outside Zhangjia Village.

There are people from Jiangjia Village, as well as those from neighboring Zhoujia Village and Sunjia Village.

Jiang Zichong was afraid that someone would stop him and ask him to help lead the way.

He patted the cow's butt, wanting it to hurry up.

Niu Niu seemed to sense something.

Use all your strength to run forward.

The villagers were coughing because of the dust raised by the ox carts.

I couldn't see clearly who was driving the ox cart.

At this moment, Jiang Eryong and Sun Pingmei, who lived in the town, were pacing back and forth in the yard anxiously, while the other was standing at the entrance of the alley, looking around, afraid of being seen by the customers in the queue, and looked sneaky.

"How is it, are you here?" Sun Pingmei asked hurriedly when Jiang Eryong returned to the backyard.

It's already the end of the Chen hour.

There were already twenty or thirty people queuing outside the shop.

I'm afraid you'll get tired of waiting.

"No, what's going on? Why are you so late today? Did something happen at home? No, I have to go to the front of the shop and tell the customers that we are closed today."

Jiang Eryong was just about to go to the front when he suddenly heard the mooing of cows outside the back door.

He is very familiar with the calls of his own cows.

"mother--"

"Hmm? Zi Chong, why are you here? Where are my family members? Did something happen? Huh?"

As soon as he said the word "mother", he swallowed the rest of the words.

Seeing Jiang Zichong, Jiang Eryong was surprised and worried.

"It's okay, don't worry, Brother Eryong. Auntie asked you to tell the customers that the shop is closed today. They are harvesting in advance in the fields. I worked all night last night."

Jiang Zichong explained simply.

"What? Harvest in advance? Why? The crops haven't grown yet, what's the point of harvesting them?"

Sun Pingmei also looked at him in confusion.

"Uncle Jiang said that it might rain in two days, so he gathered us all at the entrance of the village and discussed it for a long time. I also persuaded my parents to collect the crops together, but half of the people in the village refused to do so, and Uncle didn't care about them."

"My father said that?" Jiang Eryong asked again.

"Yes, Auntie also asked you to hurry back. They have been working all night and are very tired. With your help, they will probably be able to finish the work by noon. Oh, Auntie also asked you to borrow a piece of paper from someone and write "Closed today" on it and post it outside the door, so that customers who come to eat in the shop won't have to wait in vain and get angry."

Jiang Zichong jumped off the ox cart, said this, and left.

He still has to go to the restaurant to wash dishes.

It's already morning.

Fortunately, we had a bullock cart, otherwise we would definitely be late.

"Go to Fubao's room and see if there is anything under the bed, so that we don't have to come back today. If there is, what if it goes bad? You must take everything away."

Although I know that the immortals will only send things if my niece goes to that room.

But Jiang Eryong, who is a natural worrier, is still worried.

"Okay, I'll go take a look."

In fact, Sun Pingmei had seen it a long time ago.

Even watched it twice.

But she has to listen to her father.

The couple left the town after two quarters of an hour.

Both of them still had a look of satisfaction on their faces, having survived a disaster.

"Dad, you are really smart, otherwise I don't think we would be able to get home this afternoon."

Sun Pingmei looked at her husband with admiration.

"Humph, who am I, your husband? Who in the world can be as smart as me?"

Jiang Eryong's smile only lasts today.

Tomorrow's storm has not yet hit, and he doesn't know how miserable he will be.

At that time, many customers left the door of Jiang's shop.

They were a little angry at first, but their anger immediately subsided after they saw the notice posted on the door.

Nothing else.

The grandfather of the family that Jiang Eryong wrote about suddenly passed away, and the shop took a day off.

No matter how big the world is, it cannot compare to holding a funeral at home.

Who dares to complain?

You can't just ignore your family members just to run a shop.

This shut everyone up.

That's why the couple was able to easily escape from the queue just now.

The ox cart slowly headed home.

No matter how Jiang Eryong urged him or waved the whip, Niu Niu would not speed up at all.

He was really tired from running just now. If he wasn't afraid of being eaten by pretending to be dead, Niu Niu would have wanted to collapse on the ground and not move at all.

By the time I got home, it was already noon.

Jiang Shoujia overestimated their speed.

I originally thought I would be done with it in the morning, at the latest by noon.

Unexpectedly, when the second son and his wife came back, they were also busy until the afternoon.

By the time I got home, I was exhausted.

During the harvest in the morning, many people came to watch the excitement and pointed at them.

It's like looking at a fool.