Mo Qianshang found it somewhat amusing.
Meng Zhuo was not there, and Madam Meng sighed: "Madam Mo, to tell you the truth, my old Meng is a bit slow. He's not a bad person, but he's just too kind. He's always accommodating, and people always take advantage of him."
"His personality is so unpredictable, he's like a complete idiot. I'm always getting anxious and frustrated with him, but as time goes by, I've come to terms with it. Although he's not good at social skills or making money, I haven't suffered much mistreatment since I married him. A man like that is rare. As long as I don't starve with him, that's enough."
He truly is Meng Zhuo's bedmate; he understands him so well that Mo Qianshang couldn't help but laugh.
Hearing Meng Zhuo's footsteps as he returned, Madam Meng stopped speaking ill of him and instead said, "Old Meng told me about what happened when you came to the shop that day, and I even scolded him. But if you ask me, you're absolutely right. You gave us such good things and you're always on our side. It's not like pies just keep falling from the sky!"
As she spoke, she glared at Meng Zhuo, who had a good temper and even chuckled foolishly twice.
With Madam Meng around, Meng Zhuo's behavior became more natural, and since he didn't have to deal with Mo Qianshang, he seemed much more at ease, just sitting to the side.
Mo Qianshang repeated what she had told Meng Zhuo that day. Meng Niangzi asked about anything she didn't understand. She was illiterate, while Meng Zhuo had learned a little, but he gave up because he couldn't learn it well and felt that it was difficult to support his family. He then took over the family's pastry shop.
Madam Meng couldn't understand it, so Meng Zhuo read it to her. After listening, Madam Meng felt that it was such a good deal for them!
"Lady Mo, aren't you letting us make money for free?!"
Mo Qianshang waved her hand: "It's not like I made a profit for nothing. It's just that I live far away, and you happen to have a shop here. You're helping me out, and I'm just contributing some things."
Mo Qianshang found it much easier to talk to Meng Niangzi. Although she wasn't a cultured person, her experiences came from life, and her way of dealing with people was based on life experience.
She agreed to sign the contract, and Meng Zhu signed it, with both of them pressing their fingerprints together.
"Okay, that's done. You can take care of the shop renovations. You can sell these candies for now."
When Meng Niangzi asked what would happen if the candy ran out, Mo Qianshang told them the location of her house. In the past few days, Mo Qianshang had cleared a lot of the surrounding vegetation, so it was quite easy to find her location.
Mo Qianshang originally planned to leave if there was nothing else to do, but Madam Meng saw her today and felt that it was not easy to meet such a warm-hearted and supportive person, so she asked her if she had any opinions on the shop renovation.
Mo Qianshang only had a product in the shop, and the two parties could only be considered to have a short-term cooperation. Although she paid for the repairs, she originally did not intend to interfere in the shop's affairs.
But since Madam Meng admired and trusted her, Mo Qianshang felt that they wouldn't overthink it, so she took the initiative to offer her opinion.
She pointed to the table where the snacks were displayed: "I suggest we put a table by the entrance and put some snacks on it, including our candy."
"And these pastries, you can cut each one into pieces and put them on a separate plate for customers who want to buy them to try..."
Mo Qianshang stopped there and then brought up the matter of the storefront, suggesting that a clear sign could be made so that even illiterate people would know that this was a pastry shop.
Of course, the most important thing is to shout it out. Meng Zhuo isn't very good with words, so it's better to let Meng Niangzi come out and help out more.
This was something the couple hadn't really thought about. After all, Meng Zhuo was in good health. Although he didn't need to do heavy work now, and there was a man in the house, most people wouldn't think it was reasonable for a woman to be out in the public eye.
Mo Qianshang had no reservations about relationships between men and women, nor did she feel there was anything wrong with saying these words, after all, she herself was a woman who showed her face in public.
Meng Zhuo and Meng Niangzi were a little surprised and touched when they heard the suggestion. When Mo Qianshang was leaving, Meng Niangzi even gave her a bag of pastries.
Mo Qianshang walked to the city gate and suddenly saw an oxcart. Upon closer inspection, she realized that the driver was Uncle Niu from Dongshan Village. There were already three people sitting on the cart, but she didn't recognize any of them.
She quickly went over to greet them and asked if there were any seats available, and if so, if so, to let her join.
Uncle Niu was quite enthusiastic when he saw Mo Niangzi: "Oh dear, ever since we parted that day, the Shen family was still talking to my family about it yesterday, saying that they should have asked where you lived, so they could have come looking for you even if you hadn't come!"
Mo Qianshang was then pulled along by the people in the car to chat for the rest of the way. She found that the people of Dongshan Village she met were all too enthusiastic. She didn't know if it was because she was lucky or if the people here were all like that.
She told Uncle Niu that she would definitely invite them after the house was finished, and that everyone should not be shy about coming.
After getting off the oxcart, she walked up the mountain. Not far away, she suddenly heard a commotion, and it sounded like Xiao Yao's voice among the noise.
She looked in the direction from which the sound came, and upon getting closer, she heard a child crying. Mo Qianshang was startled and quickened her pace.
"Sister Yao!"
Little Yao was startled when she saw Mo Qianshang, then waved and said, "Oh, you're back!"
Mo Qianshang glanced around and saw that there were more than a dozen people present, including her family's five children. The one crying the loudest was a little boy, and the other one crying along with him was her daughter, Qianya.
Mo Qianshang couldn't stand seeing a child cry, so she quickly ran over and picked up Qianya, asking, "What's wrong? What happened?"
She glanced around and saw that the children were all from Fushou Village. There were some wild vegetables and firewood scattered in their hands and on the ground around them. It seemed that they had been sent by their families to come to this area near the foot of the mountain in groups.
Most of these children are around seven or eight years old, which is the most mischievous and naughty age.
Mo Qianshang looked at Qin Heming, the eldest son of her family whom she always trusted the most: "Heming, what's going on?"
However, Qin Heming wasn't there at the time, so he could only subconsciously look at his younger brother, Zixuan. Qin Zixuan stepped forward and said, "Mother, they stole my sister's snacks!"
Mo Qianshang had just seen it; there was a piece of pastry broken at Qianya's feet. It was something she had exchanged from the system before. She had taken it out to stave off hunger during the rainy days, and the little girl probably hadn't finished it and had kept it.
Upon hearing Qin Zixuan's words, the children opposite him shouted that they didn't have any.
"She knocked it down herself!" "Yes, yes, she knocked it down and then accidentally stepped on it!"
Mo Qianshang frowned and glanced at Xiao Yaoshi. Xiao Yaoshi said, "I don't know either. I brought a few children out. They were walking together. After a while, I heard Qianya crying. When I came over, it was like this. Heming wasn't with them at the time. He was picking firewood on the other side, so he probably didn't see it either."
Mo Qianshang felt a headache coming on.
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