"Third girl, have you not met Xueyun in person?" Yang Ruoqing suddenly asked again.

The third girl shook her head honestly: "No, but I heard my mother and second sister talk about the situation of the savior, and they said that Brother Liu is a good and responsible person."

These are Liu's original words, and Ju'er's words are more detailed.

For example, Liu Xueyun has a majestic figure and a majestic appearance.

But the third girl didn't take these things seriously. She was only sure of one thing. Since he was her savior, she must express her gratitude in person.

But when he returned to the village after recovering from his illness, his benefactor left.

"Third sister, don't worry. I'll write a letter to Xueyun later and invite him to come and play. After all, Changle County is adjacent to our Wanghai County, and he can ride a fast horse, which is also very convenient. Then I will naturally give you the opportunity to follow him.

Your benefactor thanked you in person." Yang Ruoqing said with a smile.

The third girl stood up hurriedly and bowed down to thank Yang Ruoqing: "Then I'll bother Sister Qing'er with this matter. I'll tell you when my benefactor comes later. I'll go over first. The milk is still there on the stage."

Listen to the play."

Yang Ruoqing nodded, did not hold back, and sent the three girls to the door of the hall before returning.

The letter to Liu Xueyun was sent out overnight, and the next step was to wait for the news.

She will pull the red thread, but whether a marriage can be achieved or not depends on the fate and luck of both parties, and cannot be forced.

…

The play continued in the village for six full days before it stopped.

For six days, the villagers not only had a feast for their ears, but also for their mouths.

Why?

Those old men and women in their early fifties line up every day to receive free fried dough sticks, twists, and pancakes to take home. Naturally, the family sits together and shares the food.

Therefore, during these six days, many families did not cook at all at night, just waiting for this relief.

This time it really proves the saying: a family with an elder is a treasure.

Some people's parents have passed away and they are less than fifty. After much thought, they go to their daughter-in-law's parents' house to pick up their father-in-law and mother-in-law, listen to the show, and receive free food.

The village was filled with a harmonious atmosphere, and the praise for Yang Yongxian was getting louder and louder.

Many older girls and younger wives used to look at Liao Meiying with pity, but now their eyes have quietly changed.

Mother Liao Meiying was playing with Zhen'er in the village. No one paid attention to them before, but now many people came over and took the initiative to chat with Liao's mother and tease Zhen'er.

This is the state of the world and human feelings.

I can never escape the word 'profit'.

"In the past, you and Tang Yazi were invited to sing operas for three days, but this trip to Yongxian lasted for six days. You ate fried dough sticks and mahua for nothing. This is a deliberate attempt to suppress your limelight."

When Yang Ruoqing was helping Mrs. Sun fold straw poles in the backyard of Yang Huazhong's house, Mrs. Sun was also helping beside her, muttering to herself.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said nothing.

Mrs. Sun couldn't sit still, so she stretched her neck and asked Mrs. Sun: "Sister, why do you say that? Yongxian is Yongxian's merit, Qing'er and Tangyazi are their merit, so no one should overwhelm the other.

One end?"

Da Sun curled her lips and said, "I don't mean to say that, but people outside are now comparing Qing'er to Yongxian, praising Yongxian for his generosity and magnanimity."

Mrs. Sun frowned and suddenly became a little annoyed: "What? We Qing'er and Tangyazi have done so much for the people in the village, and they are still arranging them behind the scenes?"

Da Sun said: "Although they didn't say it clearly, but when we compare them together, praising Yongxian to the sky, doesn't the other meaning mean to belittle our Qing'er and Tangyaozi? But no one does it.

That person has the guts to say it clearly, after all, our Qing'er and Tang Yazi's identities are there, and they don't dare to offend them!"

The good-tempered Mrs. Sun was really annoyed: "Why are these people like this? Can these things be compared? In the past, we Qing'er and Tang Yazi worked for everyone's benefit, or did they do something wrong?

If they had the ability, they would spend their money to treat everyone to a show, watch other people, eat other people's food, and have a mouth to talk behind their backs. It's really irritating!"

The straw pole in Da Sun's hand broke and crackled: "That's right. I was so angry when I heard this. These people are so heartless. If you throw a bone stick to a dog, the dog will remember you for a while.

They still wag their tails when they see you, these people are white-eyed wolves."

The eldest Sun and Mrs. Sun were both angry about Yang Ruoqing. When they looked up, they found that the person involved, Yang Ruoqing, was still busy as usual, as if the thing they were angry about had nothing to do with her.

"Qing'er, are you angry?" Sun asked tentatively, "Don't take what those people say to heart..."

"Mom, don't worry, I'm not angry at all about those remarks."

Yang Ruoqing turned her head and smiled warmly at Sun.

"The villagers like to compare together, so let them compare. I, Yang Ruoqing, am a businessman. I only do what I think I can do. Every tael of silver I earn is spent on ideas.

Because I am a businessman, not a philanthropist."

Even if he pays his own money to hire an opera singer, it is because Yang Huazhong is a local official, and the welfare of the villagers is secondary. The main thing is to let Yang Huazhong, who is a local security guard, have merits for the county magistrate.

It is also because of the reputation of Da'an, the number one scholar, that in the future, interested people from the imperial court will come to investigate secretly, and at least they will be able to come up with several things that will benefit the village and not be negative things.

Yang Ruoqing continued: "I don't need to go to the ring with my cousin to spread the money in order to prove something or reverse something."

"Moreover, there are so many villagers in these ten miles and eight villages, and I believe that only some of them say these things. For these villagers, they are the group of people who have a hard time filling their desires. If my cousin wants to keep grabbing their compliments, he has to continue to praise them.

Throw money into these bottomless pits."

"If the eldest cousin can do it, then I will obey him. If he can't do it, then he will also be condemned and criticized by these people."

After listening to Yang Ruoqing's explanation, Ms. Sun tilted her head and felt that it made sense, and the anger on her face also dissipated a bit.

"Qing'er, do you want to do something?" asked Da Sun.

Yang Ruoqing shrugged: "You don't have to do anything. I did it. Doesn't it mean that I can't hold my breath and care about the little comments made by the villagers behind their backs? If I were so narrow-minded, I wouldn't be able to tolerate even such comments.

, how to do other things?"

Mrs. Sun clapped her palms: "Qing'er is right, you and Tang Yazi are doing big things. There is no need to take the nonsense of those ignorant village women seriously and let it be blown away by a gust of wind. From now on, such words will

I won’t listen either, and if I hear it I won’t come here to tell it, which will disturb everyone’s mood and just treat them as farts!”

Yang Ruoqing raised her lips and smiled, "Who in this world doesn't talk behind others' backs, and who doesn't talk behind others' backs? Even a great virtuous man from the ninth generation cannot be so comprehensive that everyone can like him, let alone me."
Chapter completed!