Liuyun and Liufu were twins. Their mother died as soon as they landed, and their father was unreliable. He drank and beat people all the time instead of doing serious business. Grandma dragged the two brothers to death at the age of five.
People in the village saw that the brothers were really pitiful and often gave them food supplements. The brothers also knew how to be grateful, helping others sweep the floor, collect firewood and other menial tasks.
Meng Yuan also understood the situation of the two brothers. Hearing this, he nodded and said: "They can do it, they are quite reliable."
Shen Qingqing stood up, "Okay, let's knock on the door one by one and tell them about the invitation."
Several people worked separately and quickly got the job done.
Since the opening coincided with the Mid-Autumn Festival, Shen Qingqing suddenly had the idea to build a bakery in the courtyard, bake some pastries in advance, and package mooncakes for guests.
Meng Qixue was shocked from ear to ear after hearing her idea, "Can I make mooncakes myself?"
Shen Qingqing smiled and asked: "Why not? Are the mooncakes and pastries in the pastry shop made by gods?"
"It seems so." Meng Qixue smiled with starry eyes, "Mom is so amazing, she can do anything. She is the most amazing person Xuebao has ever seen!"
Shen Qingqing pinched her little face and said, "You are really good at talking. I allow you to eat one more mooncake today."
Si Bao likes to eat sweets the most, but eating too much sugar is bad for children's teeth, so Shen Qingqing has never dared to let her eat more.
Meng Qixue was stunned by the sudden surprise. She was so happy that she hugged her neck and kissed her fiercely. She was kissing vigorously when someone suddenly grabbed the back of her neck.
Meng Yuan threw her aside expressionlessly, "Go out and help your brother wash the fruits."
Meng Qixue pouted and glanced at him, then walked out of the room with an unconvinced look on her face. What happened to her kissing her own mother? Why should she be dragged out?
Meng Yuan looked at her back thoughtfully, "This little girl hasn't been very honest recently. She seems to be planning something big."
"Are you overthinking it? She is just a money-grubbing child. What big things can she plan?" Shen Qingqing smiled casually, "Come here and help me look at the drawings and see if you can make them."
Meng Yuan glanced at the abstract graphics on the paper and twitched the corners of his mouth, "You tell me what to do, and I'll draw it."
"Why, you dislike me? Let me tell you, I draw too many symbols. When I first started, my painting skills were top-notch!" Shen Qingqing glared at him dissatisfied.
"Well, I believe you."
He obviously meant trust, but those smiling eyes were full of teasing. Shen Qingqing punched him in anger, holding the drawing in hand and ran out, "I won't let you help me, I'll fix it myself!"
Finding a place, taking measurements, mixing clay, moving bricks... all these tasks were done by Meng Yuan, with Shen Qingqing standing next to him with his hands on his hips, as fierce as a little tiger.
"Next time you laugh at me, I will take away your job and make you drink the northwest wind every day!"
When Wang Tiezhu, who came to deliver the land deed, heard this, he shed bitter tears for Meng Yuan. Brother Yuan was a child in a miserable state, even worse than him. Even his job was in the hands of his wife.
Meng Yuan accepted the land deed and sent Wang Tiezhu to the door. Before leaving, Wang Tiezhu sighed with a heavy expression, took out the coin from his purse and handed him the copper plate.
Meng Yuan: "?"
"Now that the imperial court encourages people to reclaim wasteland, the price per acre of land has been slightly reduced. Keep the money yourself and don't let your wife find out."
Meng Yuan: "?"
Why can't he understand it more and more?
Wang Tiezhu said to him in an experienced tone: "You are young now and don't understand many things. As a man, it is necessary to learn how to hide private money."
"Think about it, if you go to the street to buy a cake to eat, but when you buy a drink, you touch your pocket and you don't have any money, how uncomfortable it would be!"
Meng Yuan seemed to understand something, "Village chief, my wife is richer than me. She doesn't care about the little money I have, so there is no need to hide private money."
Wang Tiezhu: "Ah this..."
At the moment I don't know whether to sympathize or envy.
Meng Yuan raised his eyelids and glanced at him, then said with a smile: "I thought the village chief was quite impressive outside, but I didn't expect him to be... ahem."
"What are you talking about? How can I be a strict wife? No one is a strict wife, so I can't be a strict wife, okay?"
Wang Tiezhu snatched back the copper plate handed to Meng Yuan and counted it several times in his hand. During this period, Meng Yuan touched his arm twice, which made him very angry.
"Don't touch it, I have to count it, don't give it too much... Sure enough, there are five more copper coins, I took them."
Wang Tiezhu picked out five copper coins and put them back into his purse. Just as he was about to stuff them into his arms again, he stretched out a hand from behind and snatched away the purse.
The village chief's wife showed an unusually "kind" smile and said, "Tie Zhu, there is something at home that you need to solve. Let's go home."
Wang Tiezhu stared at the flying purse, laughing harder than crying, "Well, go home, let's go home."
Woo hoo, this is the eighty-eighth time I have failed to save my own money.
Meng Yuan gave him a sympathetic look and turned back to the small courtyard. Shen Qingqing was wearing straw sandals stepping on the mud, making Meng Qiyu next to him spin in admiration.
"Mom, I want to step on it too! I want it too!"
Meng Qiyu couldn't wait to throw off her shoes and dive into the mud pit. As soon as she entered, she fell over and chewed a big mouthful of mud.
Shen Qingqing: "I c...Diniang!"
I quickly bent down and picked him up, and suddenly there was a little clay figure in my arms.
Meng Qiyu didn't feel dirty at all. Instead, she hugged Shen Qingqing's neck and giggled, "Mom, let's play together?"
Shen Qingqing looked at his sincere eyes, couldn't help but let him go, "Forget it, just play whatever you want."
We can't have this child anyway.
After baking the bread kiln, both mother and son turned into clay figures, and Meng Yuan was not spared either. His face and body were all covered in clay.
The other three brats huddled in the corner as if they had seen a ghost, not daring to move.
When Mr. He who came to deliver sweet-scented osmanthus came in and saw this scene, he was dumbfounded. He blinked several times before rushing in, "What's wrong with you guys? Are you going to fish in the river?"
Meng Qixue wiped off the mud on her cheeks and stepped forward to complain: "My mother was playing in the mud with her second brother."
Shen Qingqing pinched her face and said, "Don't talk nonsense, I'm making a bakery. Auntie, come over and help tomorrow morning. Let's bake some shortbread and mooncakes to eat."
Mr. He looked at the earthen kiln with a big chimney in the yard, nodded, and looked at her suspiciously for a while, "You won't get like this if you work in a bread kiln, right? Leave Yu'er to me, you two.
Go back to your room quickly and change into clean clothes, so you don’t get sick."
The two of them were pushed into the side room by Mr. He, looking at each other's cheeks like tabby cats, they laughed at the same time.
Smiling, Meng Yuan suddenly stretched out his hand to touch his belt. Shen Qingqing was startled by his action, "This is how you plan to change..."
Before he finished speaking, there was an extra purse in front of him.
"What's the meaning?"
Meng Yuan: "I didn't understand the rules before and didn't hand over my property. I admit my mistake."
Shen Qingqing weighed the weight of her purse and returned it to him, "You can keep this little money for yourself."
Meng Yuan: "..."
As expected, he was despised. This chapter has been completed!