After lunch, Zhou Wang and Xiaohuan were about to get up and go back.

Blacksmith Luo was a little reluctant to leave, and said to the young couple: "How about staying at my uncle's place for one night? How about going back tomorrow?"

Zhou Wang was a little moved and looked at Xiaohuan.

Xiaohuan said: "Uncle's kindness, we appreciate it."

"It's just that the poor family still has three buckets of rice. It's been out for a long time. There's nothing to be afraid of under the clear sky. At night, some thieves from the south will come to our shack..."

Blacksmith Luo and Wang Cuilian understood immediately.

There are people like this in every village, who are sneaky and have unclean hands and feet.

"Well, when you build a new house in the future and lock it with an iron lock, you can come to my uncle's place and stay overnight," Blacksmith Luo said.

Zhou Wang smiled and nodded: "The days are long and there are plenty of opportunities."

As everyone sent Zhou Wang and his wife out, Yang Ruoqing chased them from behind, holding a bulging oil paper bag in her hand.

She stuffed the oil paper bag into Xiaohuan and said: "This is a hometown dish in our area, meatballs and meatloaf. You can take some back, put two vegetable leaves, grab a few noodles, or crack two poached eggs into it."

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"You can eat three meals a day, it's filling and nutritious, and you can take it with you," she said.

She paid attention to it while eating earlier.

The table was full of big fish and meat, but Xiaohuan only loved the meatballs and meatloaf.

Therefore, Yang Ruoqing guessed that this maid from the capital probably liked the hometown food here, so she specially gave her a portion before leaving.

Holding the heavy oil paper bag in her hand, Xiaohuan's face was filled with gratitude.

"Cousin Qing'er, thank you very much..." she said softly.

Zhou Wang's face was also full of emotion.

Only in times of adversity can we see true love. My uncle's family is really good.

In the past, I was ignorant and didn't follow my mother and sister to my uncle's house. It was really a fool's errand.

Zhou Wang was touched, annoyed and remorseful at the same time. If he could go back to the past, he would fight to the death to stop the despicable things done by his mother and sister.

"Okay, the sun is about to set in the west. Since you can't stay overnight, it's safe to go back before dark."

Blacksmith Luo urged from the side.

Zhou Wang nodded, helped Xiao Huan sit on the ox cart, and then he drove the old scalper who had worked hard to get over when the family was separated. He raised his braid and drove slowly onto the road at the door, heading towards Qingshui Town.

Drive in the direction.

Blacksmith Luo, Wang Cuilian and Yang Ruoqing stood on the roadside and watched the ox cart go away before turning back to the yard.

On the way, Blacksmith Luo's face was filled with emotion.

"My nephew, fortunately, he resembles his father. Fortunately, he is not of the same character as Da'e."

"He told me earlier that Da'e and Zhou Xia, mother and daughter, might have to stay in the county hospital until the Lantern Festival before they can return to the village."

On the way back, Blacksmith Luo said to Wang Cuilian and Yang Ruoqing beside him.

"This is the Chinese New Year. During the first month of the year, it's so lively and festive when everyone visits relatives and friends. It's just the mother and daughter who are messing around."

"For the sake of that piece of meat in my belly, I will have to deal with a lot of things in the future. As the elder brother and uncle, I am too scared to worry about it and can't control it. Hey, let them do whatever they want, everyone.

Everyone has their own destiny." He said.

Wang Cuilian said: "I just took pity on the baby in Zhou Xia's belly and was born in the wrong fetus."

Blacksmith Luo said: "Cause and effect, evil debt."

Yang Ruoqing said: "This is also God's arrangement. What will happen in the end? I believe God must have an arrangement."

Wang Cuilian nodded: "Yes, we don't care and won't say anything anymore. Uncle Qing'er, go home quickly. Master Zuo is still a guest at our house, so you go and accompany him."

Blacksmith Luo said: "Master Zuo told us not to be so polite, but he felt uncomfortable."

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said: "That's true. Brother Zuo is not an outsider. If we show off a bunch of polite things, he will still be a little uncomfortable. It's better for everyone to be more casual."

In the afternoon, Luo Fengtang and Ah Hao had not returned yet.

Yang Ruoqing walked around the yard with Zuo Junmo, and the two of them chatted about business matters.

Finally, we talked about the novel "The Story of the Stone" she wrote, which is Chi Guoguo's pirated copy of Cao Xueqin's "Dream of Red Mansions".

"Qing'er, I have one most important thing to tell you when I come here, which is this novel." Zuo Junmo said with a somewhat excited expression.

"This novel has really subverted Brother Yu's business philosophy over the years." He added.

Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows: "Brother Zuo, is it so serious? Don't scare me. Is it good or bad?"

Zuo Junmo said: "I never thought that novels could make money. Even if I make money, it's just small amounts of money."

"Your novel is now the best-selling book in Beijing."

"Especially the ladies and ladies in the aristocratic circles of the capital, it is even more popular with them."

"It was once popular all over the capital. Because it was published serially, every season when it was out of stock, the maids and servants sent by the ladies and ladies to our business to inquire about it almost broke the threshold!" Zuo Junmo said.

Yang Ruoqing raised the corners of her lips and smiled.

This effect was expected by her, because this book is one of the four classic classics that has been handed down to this day!

So many readers have verified the popularity of this book. As long as people in this time and space have human emotions and desires, then this book can still be a best-seller and become popular!

Yang Ruoqing jumped to listen to Zuo Junmo's last words.

It's just that this book is like a snowball. Because of its wide audience, demand exceeds supply.

Every time it comes on the market, it is sold out.

The young men from rich families are fans of Sister Lin, while the young ladies from rich families are fans of Jia Baoyu.

As for those lonely young women, some are obsessed with Baoyu and some like Jia Lian.

The ladies and aunts in the back house were all looking after them, and each of them found their own shadow in it, Wang Xifeng, Third Sister You, Ping'er...

Everyone felt immersed in reading it, and some even regarded this book as a guide for house fighting.

Then, the money came like a snowball.

"Qing'er, I brought the account book here. It's a ledger specially created for this novel. When you take it back later and read it carefully, you will know why this novel will subvert my view of business." Zuo Jun.

Mo continued.

Yang Ruoqing nodded happily, "Okay, I'll look back slowly."

Zuo Junmo said: "I want to know the progress of this novel. Haha, I am also one of the readers of this novel now."
Chapter completed!