When Lin Wanwan heard that Han Qingxue's boyfriend had turned off his phone, her first thought was that he was evading responsibility. However, Han Qingxue's first thought was that her boyfriend might have had an accident. Obviously, she never thought that her boyfriend would not take responsibility.
A man who has just graduated two years ago and has little savings would probably be frightened when he hears words like surgery fees, hospitalization fees, and ectopic pregnancy.
In this regard, Han Qingxue's boyfriend is less reliable than Gu Jingyu's husband.
Gu Jingyu got pregnant unexpectedly at school and couldn't raise enough money to have an abortion. It was her boyfriend who got scolded by her mother in exchange for the surgery fees, hospitalization fees and nutrition fees.
After a long time passed, Gu Jingyu mentioned it to Lin Wanwan.
Unable to get through to her boyfriend, Han Qingxue had no choice but to give up. At this moment, her mother got off the plane and called.
Han Qingxue didn't dare to answer the call when she saw the caller ID. She looked at Lin Wanwan pitifully: "Boss, why don't you answer the call for me and say I'm still asleep?"
Lin Wanwan shook her head and laughed. Now she knew she was afraid, but she still took the phone and answered the call for her.
After talking on the phone, Lin Wanwan returned the phone to Han Qingxue and said, "A monk can't hide in a temple. Your mother is already on her way to the hospital by taxi."
"Ah~" Han Qingxue pulled up the quilt to cover herself, "I'd better pretend to be asleep."
When Han Qingxue's mother came to the hospital, Lin Wanwan explained some of the situation to her. When she learned that Lin Wanwan had paid for the hospitalization and surgery fees in advance, she immediately proposed to transfer the money to pay back the money, which Lin Wanwan accepted of course.
From a poor family to a wealthy family, Mother Han came out with enough money.
Mother Han came to see her daughter this time, firstly to take care of her, and secondly because she thought it would be best to take her back to her hometown in Northeast China, so that the couple could keep an eye on their daughter.
Now that Han Qingxue's mother is here, Lin Wanwan naturally takes her leave.
As for the matter of Han Qingxue's boyfriend, that is her private matter. No matter how much she complains in her heart, Lin Wanwan will not express her opinion.
Emotional matters are like people knowing whether drinking water is hot or cold. The best thing for outsiders to say is to shut up.
Lin Wanwan considers herself not an expert on emotions.
Back at the company, Lin Wanwan told Gu Jingyu and Pan Junqi that Han Qingxue was ill and hospitalized, and asked them to find a cooperating advertising company outside to handle the recent art work.
The two casually asked what was wrong with her, but Lin Wanwan still answered vaguely, and they did not ask in detail, as it was not their own business.
Su Yanwei came to the company yesterday to report and accepted the door. He will not come here today and will directly deal with the store decoration.
As for the sales staff, the experienced sales staff will provide pre-job training.
Lin Wanwan stayed at the company until about to get off work today, then went home.
It’s really hard work. It’s clear that time and space are bad, making money can be like picking up money, but you still have to work for a whole day!
No one in Qatar is as dedicated as she is.
The flooring upstairs in the small villa has been laid, and now only the mobile furniture, soft furnishings and appliances are left.
Lin Wanwan was not in a hurry, so she decided to stay in the guest room on the first floor first to let the second floor ventilate and disperse the smell.
She washed up in the bathroom on the first floor, then closed the door and entered the room, opened the time and space door, and traveled back to the Tang Dynasty through time and space.
At this time, nearly thirty hours have passed in modern times, but only seven and a half hours have passed in the Tang Dynasty. It is now the latter half of the night.
Lin Wanwan only slept for more than four hours in modern times. She was already sleepy. Feeling the silence of the night around her, she immediately felt sleepy and fell asleep immediately after going to bed.
The next day, Lin Wanwan stayed in bed.
Little Qingyu was carried out of bed by Yun Shang, washed, ate, and sent to school, while Lin Wanwan continued to lie down and sleep without even having breakfast.
There were no worries about studies, no pressure from work, and no elders to calm down in the morning and dusk. In the slow-paced life of the Tang Dynasty, Lin Wanwan was as comfortable as a duck in water and extremely happy.
When the sun rose three o'clock, Lin Wanwan had just had enough sleep and stretched herself out of bed.
The pretty maids at home were busy carrying hot water, combing hair, and making snacks.
Everyday at home, Lin Wanwan was too lazy to put on makeup, so she put on her summer clothes and went downstairs without a face.
"Madam, Mrs. Wang and Xiao Ming's Mansion both sent letters this morning, do you want to pick them up?" Yun Shang said while sorting out the food table for Lin Wanwan.
"Oh, bring it to me and see what it says."
"Here."
The first thing I read was Xiao Chong's letter. He didn't say any gossip. He just said that after observing the sky at night, a hurricane would hit Luan County in five or six days, and asked Lin Wanwan to remind the people to prepare for the wind.
"Is it typhoon time again?" Lin Wanwan put down the letter and looked at the blue sky outside the house, but she couldn't see any clues.
But she knows that Xiao Chong is not a person who talks nonsense. This guy is good at astronomy and geography. When making weather forecasts, except for the temperature, which cannot give accurate data, everything else is pretty accurate.
"Hongyan, go and tell the clan leader that the Xiao Ming Mansion has checked the sky and found that there will be a hurricane in six days. Ask them to park the boat in a safe harbor and not go out to sea for the next few days. There must be quite a lot of wind and waves on the sea."
"Here!"
"We would also like to remind everyone to repair their homes in preparation for severe storms."
"Here."
After giving the instructions, Lin Wanwan then opened the letter from the eldest lady of the Wang family, also for the fan.
I almost forgot about this. After spending a day and night in modern times, I felt a little confused when I returned to the Tang Dynasty. Lin Wanwan almost couldn't remember what she was thinking about before nightfall yesterday.
"I have to go talk to my third uncle today about the fan."
Third uncle definitely didn't have much wood in stock, so Lin Wanwan had already thought of the wood and she had the drawings. She paid her third uncle the carpenter fee for making the fan. As for the difference in price, of course Lin Wanwan earned it herself.
If the third uncle had the courage to stock up on wood to make fans and sell them for money, Lin Wanwan would only be happy for his enlightenment and would not pursue the matter. But she knew that the third uncle would never do it.
If he had wanted to become a craftsman, he would have done so long ago. Even though Linjiazhuang belongs to a low-income family, his skills are not bad.
Here, Chief Lin received the news that the typhoon was coming. He notified the clan members to strengthen their houses, and asked the young men to sail to the safe haven. He also divided his manpower to notify Lujiazhuang and Dafengzhuang in the same village.
September is the busy farming season again. For farmers, harvesting crops from the fields is more important than strengthening their houses.
Before the typhoon comes, rice, sweet potatoes, corn and cotton all need to be harvested.
In the first three cases, people in Linjiazhuang do not cultivate much - mainly because there is not enough land. In the latter case, cotton is planted intensively with the land transfer in Lujiazhuang, and people from the two villages do the harvesting together.
Each family collects rice, sweet potatoes, etc., but cotton is collected in the school warehouse.
The people in Lujiazhuang had no objection. After all, their village could not provide such a large warehouse for cotton.
The cotton still needs to be dried, but time is tight, and now it is too late to harvest it just because we are busy.