MTL - After the Eldest Sister-in-law Died Young, Dai Wen Remarried.-Chapter 91 Not the type Wang Shufeng likes

Because she was going to the county seat, Yun Qinghuan got up early the next morning. She and Liu Yuzhi prepared morning and noon meals together.

When it comes time to go to the hospital for a check-up, the hospital will definitely be very busy because of the large number of people there, and there may not be time to go to a state-owned restaurant to eat. Therefore, Yun Qinghuan plans to cook more food and take it with her for lunch.

Originally, Liu Yuzhi was planning to go too. She has lived in this village for decades. She has only gone as far as the town and has rarely traveled far.

But Liu Yuzhi refused. Now that the busy farming season has passed, the weather has gradually turned hotter. At noon, it was even hotter outside, as if it was being roasted by a stove, and there was less work in the fields.

Most people in the village get up early in the morning to go to the fields, and go to the fields in the evening after the sun goes down. They can't earn a few work points a day.

 But Liu Yuzhi couldn't rest, and she didn't want to rest even if Yun Qinghuan asked her to.

I don’t even want to go to the county town.

When she saw someone accompanying her son to the hospital, she didn't want to go even more. She only told them to pay attention to safety and to be careful to put their money away so as not to be stolen by pickpockets.

 Knowing that Yun Qinghuan had to go to town to collect manuscript fees today, he even warned her.

In this era, life is difficult for everyone, and there are some sneaky people who do some shameful things and steal other people's money.

Especially in places like hospitals, more people steal money. After all, no one sees a doctor without money.

Even if they steal money to treat illnesses and save lives, these people are so wicked!

In the morning, I specially made Roujiamo with the cooked white flour. The white dough was kneaded last night, and the braised pork was stewed on low fire last night. It was very fragrant. I also cooked a pot of mung bean porridge to relieve the pain. It's greasy and relieves heat. Add some sugar and chill it in well water. It's like mung bean smoothie. It's very delicious.

Yun Qinghuan also brought a large cup of mung bean porridge and six meat buns, enough for three people to eat for lunch.

The roujiamo plus a large cup of mung bean porridge was actually quite heavy. Yun Qinghuan carried it and wanted to walk out the door, but was stopped by the man. He stretched out his hand and said directly, "Sister-in-law, give it to me, I'll do it." Carry."

Yun Qinghuan didn't argue with him. After being together for so long, she understood him well, and it was difficult to talk him out of anything he asked.

 Besides, he should hold her more loosely.

 When they arrived at the entrance of the village, they took Old Man Li's ox cart.

Old Man Li was very happy when he heard that Bai Naihan was going to the county hospital to have his leg checked, "I said your leg will definitely be healed. You have served the country and the people for the first half of your life, and God is not willing to let you sit in a wheelchair for the rest of your life. Baby, Grandpa Li is waiting for your good news!"

Bo Naihan smiled and nodded, "I'm just borrowing Grandpa Li's good words."

It was a coincidence that this time when I went to town to ride a bullock cart, I bumped into Wang Shufeng again. When she saw Yun Qinghuan, she was stunned and subconsciously avoided her sight.

He hurriedly broke away from the man's hand and sat directly on the bullock cart without saying a word.

Yun Qinghuan looked at the man next to Wang Shufeng and saw that he was a tall man with dark skin and a bit naive. When he saw Wang Shufeng sitting directly on the bullock cart, he quickly took out a newspaper from his pocket and placed it on the cart. "Feng'er, you sit here, it's not dirty."

Wang Shufeng half-covered her face and hurriedly looked around. Seeing everyone around her looking at her, she rolled her eyes at the man angrily, "I know!"

He sat down bitterly, tugged at the man's clothes with his hands, and warned in a low voice, "Keep your distance from me outside!"

 The man's expression of joy paused when he heard her words, and he responded in a low voice with some disappointment, "Okay."

 Visibly unhappy, as aggrieved as a puppy. It was probably at this time that the man noticed Yun Qinghuan and Bai Naihan, and nodded to them as a greeting.

Bo Naihan and Yun Qinghuan also nodded to him. They were not very familiar with each other and they didn't talk much along the way.

I also know the man Yun Qinghuan. He is also from Baijia Village. His name is Baizhongshan. He is tall and big, but he is not very good at talking and is taciturn. Therefore, he is in his twenties and has not yet talked about the girl getting married.

Yun Qinghuan has met him several times before, but only once and never spoke to him.

She was quite curious, how could someone as arrogant as Wang Shufeng be related to Baizhongshan?

Of course, this is not to look down on Baizhongshan, but Baizhongshan does not seem to be Wang Shufeng’s type.

 Along the way, Baizhongshan kept greeting Wang Shufeng and brought her snacks from time to time. His attitude was very good, and it could be seen that the man really liked Wang Shufeng.

 Wang Shufeng, on the other hand, was very cold and a little impatient towards him.

Arrived in the town, Wang Shufeng walked quickly towards the shopping mall as soon as she got off the car, with Baizhongshan following behind. Yun Qinghuan glanced at it from a distance and then looked away.

She first went to the post office with Bai Naihan and An An. The post office staff obviously recognized her. She was the same **** man as last time. They were very happy to see her coming. "It's been a few days since the letter from Guangming Newspaper was sent. I'm still thinking about it." Comrade Zhuoyun, when will you come over?"

 Ever since Yun Qinghuan told them that there was no need to go out of his way to deliver letters, they did not send any more.

Yun Qinghuan thanked the person and walked out of the post office with the letter. Even through the envelope, she could feel that there was a thick stack of paper in the envelope. There was no need to guess, it must be money.

 The corners of his lips raised happily.

When the man saw her standing at the door of the post office, he wanted to open the envelope and reminded her, "Sister-in-law, there are many people here."

There are indeed a lot of people, because the three of them are very good-looking, especially since Yun Qinghuan came here wearing a book, and the food has been very good. Now they are beautiful and energetic, with fair skin, and their clothes are clean and tidy, and they are like many people around. Comparing the hungry, sallow and slovenly people, they looked like people from two different worlds, so many people stared at the three of them.

Yun Qinghuan was so excited that the envelope might contain royalties that she couldn't react. She also forgot about what Liu Yuzhi told her before leaving the house to be careful about thieves.

At this moment, she only reacted when the man reminded her. She quickly stuffed the envelope into her pocket, looked around carefully, and smiled at the man, "I'm so happy."

The man had been observing the surroundings and saw a small alley. He pointed at it and told her, "There should be no one there. Let's go there."

"good."

An An seems to be able to feel her mother's happiness. Recently, many people have said that his mother makes money by writing articles. In addition, An An is very smart, so she can vaguely feel that there may be money in the envelope, and the expression on her face is also very happy.

The three people arrived at the alley. When a person at the end of the alley walked out and disappeared, the entire alley became deserted and quiet.

 “Sister-in-law, you can take it apart.”

As he spoke, he looked at the entrance of the alley warily to prevent anyone from suddenly breaking in.

Hearing this, Yun Qinghuan pinched the envelope and felt excited.

 How much is the approximate royalties? Or was it almost ninety yuan that she originally calculated? even more?