As soon as he opened his eyes, the master of metaphysics became the vicious stepmother of four oil bottles Chapter 122 It turns out that the cakes he made are table legs
Chapter 122 It turns out that the cakes he made are table legs
"You fart!" Chun Ya Niang rolled up her sleeves and wanted to fight with her, "You are the only one here with your mouth open and talking nonsense all day long. That is obviously the fame that my family has earned through hard work. What does it have to do with Meng Yuan?"
"If it is really Meng Yuan's credit, why does it fall on Da Zhuang? If you are General Zhao, are the county magistrates and the others stupid?"
Aunt Zhang was no longer timid this time, her sleeves were rolled up higher than hers, and her spine was straighter than hers, "I like to gossip, but I have never told lies!"
"You can blame me for talking too much, but you can't accuse me of being careless. This is an insult to my character. Do you understand?"
When the villagers thought about it, they realized that this was true. The news coming from Aunt Zhang's mouth seemed to be true.
Several men surnamed Meng stood up, isolated Chun Ya Niang, and said to Aunt Zhang: "Auntie, please continue to tell me, how did Wang Dashun take away Meng Yuan's credit?"
Aunt Zhang covered her mouth and coughed twice in a serious manner, then she repeated what the official said without changing her tone. Finally, she patted her thigh and said, "Do you think Wang Dashun, a slut, has no virtue?
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"If you don't have the ability, you will rub off on others. Just rub off on others. If you want to live alone, you will harm others. I dare say you won't find another person like him in every village in the world!"
The people in the village were dumbfounded and couldn't believe it: "Wang Dashun really did such an immoral thing? No way, they are both men from Yanghua Village, shouldn't they help each other outside?"
"And you said that Meng Yuan went to the county government to settle a score with Wang Dashun, but didn't Uncle Fang say yesterday that he was injured and needed to recuperate? He couldn't just sleep overnight and be fine, right?"
Chun Ya Niang stood beside her with her hands on her hips and echoed: "You just remember that Da Zhuang stole your chicken when he was a child, and you don't want us to live a good life, so you deliberately made up lies to slander him!"
Aunt Zhang was unhappy and rolled her eyes: "Who slandered him? Who dares to slander him, a bastard?"
"Who are you calling a bastard?"
"I'll scold whoever answers the question. If you don't accept it, I'll start a fight!"
The two of them were talking to each other, and they were about to start a fight. Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves was heard at the entrance of the village. Everyone turned their heads and saw Meng Yuan coming to beat the horse in a graceful manner. How could he look like a sick man?
Aunt Zhang instantly regained her confidence and jumped up excitedly, "What, I'm not talking nonsense, am I? Meng Yuan is doing well!"
The villagers swarmed up and surrounded Meng Yuan, "Meng Yuan, your body has recovered? How come you are so fast?"
"Meng Yuan, were you really harmed by Wang Dashun?"
"Although Dashun is not a good person, he is not so bad, right?"
"..."
Everyone was talking and throwing out a lot of questions, which made Meng Yuan's head spin.
After everyone had finished asking, he picked out the two most important questions and answered: "Thank you for your concern. My health is no longer serious. The person who hurt me is indeed Wang Dashun. As for other questions, you can go to the county government office."
Dalao asked Wang Dashun himself."
"This kind of thing is actually true!"
Someone sighed, and everyone looked at Chun Ya Niang in unison, with a bit of contempt in their eyes, "You already knew about this, right?"
"You know it and you still come out to show off. Your face will be bitten by a dog, right?"
"You praise her. How can someone like her still have the nerve?"
Chun Ya Niang shook her head and stepped back with a pale face, "It's impossible. My Dashun is so powerful, how can I take credit from others?"
"Isn't it possible? Wouldn't you know if you go to the county government office and have a look?" Aunt Zhang pouted and squinted at her, "But you have to run faster. If it's too late, he might be beaten to death with rotten vegetable leaves.
Already."
This sentence awakened Chun Ya Niang. She turned around and ran towards the road. After a few steps, she was hit by a stone and fell hard on her buttocks. Her hair was torn apart and the hairpin in her hair swished.
It flew three feet away.
Someone bent down and picked up the hairpin. It felt wrong when he got it. He knocked it twice and said in surprise: "Hey, isn't this hairpin made of copper?"
"It's made of copper?" Several women nearby immediately gathered around and watched, "It's really made of copper, just like the copper spoons I have at home!"
Chun Ya Niang got up and took the hairpin from the woman's hand, "Nonsense, Dashun obviously spent a lot of money to buy this for me. How could it be made of copper? You have never worn a gold hairpin.
, do you know what a golden hairpin looks like?"
The woman was too lazy to argue with her, and laughed twice: "Okay, gold hairpin, you said gold hairpin is gold hairpin."
Chun Ya Niang stuffed the hairpin into her arms like a treasure, patted the ashes on her butt and left.
As soon as the person walked away, a group of women burst into laughter and said, "It's so interesting to treat a copper hairpin like a gold hairpin."
"She deceived us into thinking we were fools! Or maybe Wang Dashun, a coward, deceived her into thinking we were fools. Anyway, neither of us is a good couple, so we can just sit here and watch the joke."
Meng Yuan turned his head and glanced at Chun Ya Niang's staggering back, shook his head, and set off on the path home with a whip.
Shen Qingqing and her four children had already eaten breakfast, and one of them was squatting in the courtyard picking out impurities in the shrimps.
Hearing the footsteps, Shen Qingqing looked back and said, "There is still food in the kitchen, go and serve it yourself."
Meng Yuan led the horse into the yard and tied it up. He walked into the kitchen and opened the lid of the pot. He saw that the two dough cakes he had made before leaving home were still there. No one moved them at all. There was less rice porridge under the basket.
Most of it.
He touched his nose awkwardly, turned around and asked, "Qingqing, didn't you have any cake in the morning?"
"After eating, I left some scallion pancakes for you to put under the two big pancakes."
Meng Qixue put down the shrimp in her hand and turned to talk to him: "Dad, the cake you made was too hard. It almost broke my eldest brother's front teeth."
"Dad, look at my teeth." Meng Qifeng bared her teeth and rubbed them in front of him, "They weren't shaking so much yesterday. The cake you made was about to fall off after I took a bite."
Meng Yuan: "..."
He just wanted to ask why he didn't eat the cake he made...
"Didn't you grow up eating this bread? Didn't it feel hard before?"
"It's tough, but doesn't that mean we have no choice?" Meng Qi Yungeng said directly: "Who wants to chew on the table legs when there are fragrant and soft scallion pancakes to eat?"
table legs…
Meng Yuan was speechless. It turned out that the cakes he made were table legs.
Bravo!
Shen Qingqing was holding back her laughter and her shoulders were twitching, "Meng Yuan, actually, scallion pancakes, egg pancakes, potato pancakes...all kinds of pancakes are very simple. Do you want to learn a little bit?"
"Learn, you will teach me when the time comes."
Meng Yuan responded cheerfully, turned around and opened the big cake, and sure enough there were three golden scallion pancakes underneath.
He picked up a piece of scallion pancake and took a bite. It was crispy on the outside, soft on the inside, and full of onion flavor. It was really delicious.
He looked back at the dusty flatbread in the pot, picked it up and took a bite out of nowhere, then put it back with a frown on his face.
Let’s feed it to Uncle Fang’s rhubarb.
Just in time to help it grind its teeth. This chapter has been completed!