Chapter 48
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Xia Xiaowu is so good, how could anyone not like her? Shen Yunfeng has always believed that there are many boys and girls in the village who want to climb into Xia Xiaowu's bed. Even if they can't become her principal wife, becoming a concubine of an official in the future is much better than marrying an ordinary farmer.
They can also divorce, although the villagers regard divorce as a very shameful thing and would rather die than divorce. The girl's family rarely accepts a divorced daughter or boy to live in their home, but if she divorces her original husband in order to marry an official, her family will definitely support her with both hands.
Could it be that my cousin plans to curry favor with Xia Xiaowu first, and then divorce the lazy guy after Xia Xiaowu becomes an official?
Although he didn't want his cousin to share Xia Xiaowu with him, if his cousin really married into their family, wouldn't he become a concubine?
By then, I will be the principal wife and my cousin will be the concubine. It would seem like a good feeling to be able to suppress my cousin.
He can also make his cousin face reality. Whether it is Xia Xiaowu or Cheng Yeran, the two most important men to his cousin care about his cousin the most. Will his cousin be angry to death?
He was actually madly looking forward to seeing his cousin's expression, it would definitely be interesting.
Shen Yuntang saw that his cousin had been staring at him, his expression becoming more and more crazy. He muttered in confusion, "What's wrong with you again?"
He turned and left speechlessly. On the way back, he met a few uncles who greeted him. These uncles were very jealous of him.
In fact, many husbands in the village are jealous of Shen Yuntang. They are jealous that he is not under the pressure of his mother-in-law, is free every day, and is loved by his husband. Now he has made so much money in business, and he is also good-looking. Any one of these things that would be difficult to achieve for others has happened to him. How can people not be jealous?
When the uncles saw him, they wanted to poke him in the heart: "Where did Xiaotang come from? Did he also go to see Xia Xiaowu off?"
"Xia Xiaowu has been a promising kid since he was young. He is going to be an official soon after he goes out to study. Being an official is different from selling dried tofu. No matter how much money you make from selling dried tofu, you can never make as much as an official."
"Do you regret going to the river to wash clothes that day? If you hadn't gone to the river that day, you would have been the official's wife."
"As a human being, you have to accept your fate. Don't dwell on things that are not yours. There is no point in looking at them. Uncles are all experienced people, so I advise you not to be too sad."
"Why should I be sad?" Shen Yuntang was almost laughing at their anger. He was about to explain to them and prove that he did not go to see Xia Xiaowu, but went to find the well digger. But when the words came to his lips, he remembered what Cheng Yeran often told him. Instead of proving his innocence, it would be better to go crazy and attack others. "I can't be an official's wife, but can you be an official's wife? Will you be sad because you can't marry Xia Xiaowu?"
"Why should we be sad? Look at what you said. You uncles are so old and have children running around. How can you still have such thoughts?" Several uncles hurried to explain, fearing that people would misunderstand that they also wanted to marry Xia Xiaowu. It was understandable for young people to fantasize about marrying Xia Xiaowu, but they were the fathers of several children. It would be too embarrassing to tell others that they wanted to marry Xia Xiaowu.
"If you don't want to marry Xia Xiaowu, why do you want to go see him? He is not your husband. What does his leaving the village have to do with you?" Shen Yuntang did not have Cheng Yeran's skills. He could not talk back to them and pretend to look at them sincerely. His hands hidden in his sleeves were shaking when he spoke.
"We are just here to watch the fun. Why do you get so anxious when I say a few words to you?" The uncle shook his head, "It's because you can't let go of Xia Xiaowu and think of us as your love rivals. You are imagining nonsense."
Shen Yuntang didn't expect them to say that. She almost had no idea what to do. In a hurry, she started to defend herself again: "I didn't go out to see Xia Xiaowu this time. I went to find a well digger to dig a well for my family. The uncles were carrying buckets. They were going to the river to fetch water. My husband said that everyone was washing clothes by the river. The river water was not clean. If we dig a well at home, I would feel at ease drinking water in the future. Didn't your husband think of this? Oh, that's right. Your husband was willing to let you go to the river to fetch water yourself. How could he think of feeling sorry for you?"
He tried to anger the other party on purpose, but his voice began to tremble as he spoke, and he lost a lot in momentum. However, his words still touched the lungs of several uncles. They all wanted to fight back against Shen Yuntang with a grim face, but when they saw Cheng Yeran walking over not far away, they quickly took a few steps back. No matter who they were, they should not mess with this madman.
The uncles looked at each other hurriedly and ran away with their buckets.
When Cheng Yeran came over, he saw Shen Yuntang's face puffed up with fists clenched tightly. He raised his hand and touched his back to comfort him: "You looked so handsome when you fought one against three just now. You can become a master now. You are better than me."
Shen Yuntang walked home without saying a word, holding his hands and lowering his head. Cheng Yeran kept following behind him and praising him, saying that he had just seen him fighting with a few uncles, and he stood there watching for a long time. Seeing that he had grown up, he, as a brother, was very pleased.
Even when they got home and closed the door, Cheng Yeran was still talking about whether he should make something delicious in the evening to celebrate this important step in his life. But when he looked down, he saw Shen Yuntang crying, looking aggrieved like a little child.
Cheng Yeran was at a loss, and raised his hand to wipe his tears, but the other party dodged him.
"I'm fine. It's none of your business." Shen Yuntang wiped his eyes with his sleeve. He felt very embarrassed, but he still couldn't control his urge to cry.
"Don't wipe it with your sleeve." Cheng Yeran felt that the fabric of their current clothes was too rough, and it visibly made Shen Yuntang's face red.
"I bought some tissues yesterday." He pulled Shen Yuntang back to the room, and took out tissues from under the bed to wipe his face. "You just haven't had an argument before. Just argue more."
Shen Yuntang couldn't stop crying at first, but her attention was attracted by the soft paper. How could the paper be so white and soft like silk? In his previous life, he wore silk, which was given to him by the prefect's daughter. She also gave him many gifts. At first, he was embarrassed to accept them and refused them in every possible way. The other party insisted on giving them to him, saying that if he didn't accept them, it meant he looked down on her, treated her as an outsider, and was angry with her. If she didn't accept those gifts, she would leave the house.
At first he thought she was a good person, and that she kept sending him gifts because she truly felt sorry for him. When he was pregnant, she also sent him a lot of "supplements" and took good care of him. Later he realized that those were just money to buy his life.
Thinking of this, his tears fell again as he thought of his child. Although he died on the day the child was born, the ten months of pregnancy had established a deep bond between them. He hated the child's father, but he could not hate the child himself.
After his death, he stayed with the child for a while. Although they conspired to kill him, he was very kind to the child and treated him like the apple of his eye. He must have lived a happy life in his previous life.
He was unable to extricate himself from the negative emotions and couldn't control them even if he wanted to. He felt that he was really annoying, crying at every turn and being a nuisance.
Cheng Yeran held him in his arms and gently stroked his hair. "It's okay. Crying is also a way to vent your emotions. It's better to cry than to hold it in. You never have to worry about being embarrassed with me."
Shen Yuntang lay on his shoulder and his emotions gradually calmed down. Cheng Yeran was his mood regulator. Sometimes when he was in a bad mood, he just had to look at Cheng Yeran's face and the bad mood would disappear.
He was tired from crying just now, and it was quite comfortable to be held by Cheng Yeran like this. Throwing aside his shyness, he greedily wanted to stay in Cheng Yeran's arms for a while longer.
"You just said that I don't quarrel enough. Did you quarrel with others often in the past?" Shen Yuntang found that his voice was hoarse when he spoke. He coughed lightly, "You often go crazy in the village and can't bear any loss. How could you have never quarreled?"
"You are wronging me. I am usually very gentle. Maybe there weren't so many unreasonable people around me before. It was only after I traveled through time that I witnessed the diversity of species." Cheng Yeran has had smooth sailing since he was born. Whether he was studying or entering the entertainment industry, there were no bad people around him. This had something to do with the fact that he had a powerful father. Others had to give face to his father to some extent, and there were countless people who fawned on him. He was like a prince living in an ivory tower, who had never experienced any of the dangers of society and had a pure mind.
"Did you learn how to quarrel after coming to our village? But how come you were so good at quarreling for the first time?" Shen Yuntang thought about how he quarreled just now and could only describe it as shameful.
“I once played a villager who went crazy every day.
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"Cheng Yeran counted on his fingers: "I have also played gangsters, scum, mental patients, perverted murderers, *** criminals, and thugs, so I can be considered experienced. ”
"Why do you always play the bad guy?" Shen Yuntang was surprised. His eyes were clearly filled with stupidity, so how could he play those bad guys?
"When I was young, I liked playing these bad guys. I found it very challenging. I felt that playing good guys was not challenging. Later, I found that good guys are difficult to play." When Cheng Yeran was young, he thought it was cool to play bad guys. He couldn't tell Shen Yuntang this, for fear that Shen Yuntang would think he was childish.
"It would be nice if I could see you sing." Shen Yuntang remembered that every New Year the village would invite people to perform operas, which were very nice to watch.
Later, after Xia Xiaowu married the prefect's daughter, her father moved the Xia family into a larger house. She would often invite opera troupes to perform. The costumes of those troupes were more elaborate and their singing skills were better, but he still felt that it was more lively and there was more atmosphere when the villagers gathered together to watch.
"Sure." Cheng Yeran also wanted Shen Yuntang to see his handsome side. "I can find a store and ask them to pack a collection of my TV series, but how can I download them without an internet connection? Do I have to buy a computer and ask them to download them to a USB drive and then play them back? This method is too primitive."
Shen Yuntang didn't understand a word he said, but he felt that it must be very troublesome, "Don't bother yourself, why don't you just perform it for me."
"I act alone? That would be so boring. It's better to just watch the show." Cheng Yeran couldn't wait to buy it back for him to watch.
"Isn't it opera? Just listen to your singing skills." Shen Yuntang thought that TV dramas were similar to opera.
"It's different. This is hard to explain to you. You'll know after I show you." Cheng Yeran saw that he had stopped crying and his expression had calmed down. He also breathed a sigh of relief. "Next time someone wants to quarrel with you, just tell them to wait a minute. I'll go back and ask my husband to come over to quarrel with you. I will definitely quarrel for you and will never let anyone make you cry."
Shen Yuntang sighed: "I didn't cry because of them, I cried because of myself. Why am I so useless? I can't even win an argument with others. I am such a failure."
"Don't always find faults in yourself. If you keep wasting time like this, you'll have problems in your heart," Cheng Yeran pressed his shoulders, "Remember what I said, instead of reflecting on yourself, blame others. Be lenient to yourself and strict with others. The mistakes are all others', and you are the best."
"It's not a good idea to think like that." Shen Yuntang was very skeptical. "How can a person be right all the time?"
Cheng Yeran: "If you do something wrong, God will punish you. If there is no punishment, it means you have done nothing wrong."
Shen Yuntang: “…” No wonder he lives like a child all day long. It is indeed happier to live without pressure.
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Cheng Yeran felt that the days of unpacking packaging bags were too tiring. He suspected that he would get tendonitis if he continued like this. He took such good care of his body, how could he allow such a thing to happen?
He looked at the manufacturer of the dried tofu and found that this store also outsourced its production to another factory. That factory also had an online store, but it did not sell retail, only wholesale.
He discussed it with the factory and had a batch specially customized for him. He requested large bags, each bag worth at least one or two hundred yuan, and the bags had to be filled with soup, so that when he poured them out to sell individually, he wouldn't have to worry about the tofu drying out, and he wouldn't have to tear so many packaging bags.
Recently, people who came to him to buy goods also asked for some soup. After all, it is braised tofu, and it is not as delicious as large pieces of tofu.
After the new tofu he customized arrived, it perfectly solved all the problems. In the past, the peddlers did not dare to buy too much at one time, but this time with the soup, they bought even larger quantities.
I also went to the county shop that sold dried tofu and secretly bought some back, hoping to figure out the secret recipe, but after trying many times, I failed.
Cheng Yeran’s dried tofu has had a huge impact on other dried tofu shops in the county. Firstly, Cheng Yeran’s price is cheap, and secondly, it tastes better.
If he lowers his own prices, he will lose money. And even if he reduces the price, the difference is only one or two cents, so everyone will still choose Cheng Yeran's dried tofu.
The shop owner even made a special trip to the Cheng family, wanting to discuss with Cheng Yeran and buy the secret recipe.
Cheng Yeran thought to himself, how can I sell it when I don’t even know what the secret recipe is?
But he was also worried that if he refused the other party, the other party would become angry and do something bad to him. Dried tofu is now the main source of income for their family.
With this source of income, his family can dig wells and repair houses. If there are any changes in the business, he will not be able to bear it.
He negotiated with the shopkeeper and allowed them to purchase goods from him, and if the quantity required was large, he could sell it to him at a cheaper price.
At first, the shopkeeper was not happy, feeling that Cheng Yeran was humiliating their family. But after several rounds of discussions, both parties finally got a satisfactory price, and the county's tofu shops would source their goods from him from then on.
Before leaving, the shopkeeper asked Cheng Yeran a question: "You sell such a large amount of dried tofu every day, how do you manage with only two people? Do you want me to send a few people to help you? And I also have a cheaper way to get soybeans, I'll introduce it to you."
When Cheng Yeran heard this, his heart skipped a beat. Before, they bought soybeans according to the amount needed to make tofu, and did not consider the dried tofu at all. If someone paid close attention, they would be able to discover their flaws.
He pretended to be calm and said, "Cheap soybeans are exactly what I need. Thank you very much, boss. You don't have to send someone over. After all, we want to pass it on to the next generation as an ancestral craft. As for whether we are busy enough to come over, please don't worry about it."
The shopkeeper kept his word. The next day, someone delivered soybeans, which were 20% cheaper than the market price.
Their family had a barn, and the soybeans that were delivered almost filled the barn.
It’s a good thing to be able to buy cheap soybeans, but how can they use up so many soybeans? !
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