The house is ancient, and was taken home by a rough man and spoiled

Chapter 664 Yang Qiguang stayed in the village for dinner

"It's easy to find. Just follow the river to the end of the village. There's a water mill over there."

The old man also kindly pointed out the way, but because the place was so easy to find, he did not lead them there personally.

Yang Qiangguang thanked them again and said goodbye to them, then took Shen Lan to the riverside.

"Why are you so gentle with everyone?"

Shen Lan watched her husband quickly become friends with the villagers, and those people seemed to like him very much. She felt proud and a little depressed.

Why doesn't anyone like her?

Her husband seems to be able to easily gain the trust and love of others.

Just like her, she slowly fell into his tenderness.

Now, she was extremely grateful to her mother for finding her such a good husband.

"That's just my personality, you know that."

Yang Qiangguang responded with a smile while driving the carriage.

"But sometimes you can be very mean to me."

Shen Lan was not convinced, but also acted like a spoiled brat. Her face was filled with happiness.

"That's because you did something wrong. You're not the real murderer. And I coaxed you later."

Yang Qiangguang refused to admit that he had been mean to her.

Shen Lan glared at him and stopped looking at him.

But my heart feels extremely sweet.

Yes, every time she did something wrong, he would be mean to her, but he would still come to comfort her afterwards.

Now she feels embarrassed to do something wrong.

The couple chatted and laughed, and when they met someone on the road, Yang Qiangguang would greet them enthusiastically, regardless of whether he knew them or not. He was very cool in the community.

After a while they came into sight of the water mill.

The water mill over there was turning rapidly. They saw the uncle pounding sweet potato flour there, covered in dust.

My aunt-in-law was in another small workshop outside another water mill, holding handfuls of strips and hanging them on ropes outside to dry them in the sun.

They knew it was vermicelli.

Hearing the noise, Shen Songqing looked outside and was a little surprised to see that it was them.

Yang Qiangguang had already jumped off the carriage and motioned Shen Lan to get off as well. Shen Lan then got off, but when she saw the environment over there, she didn't want to go over anymore.

It was gray inside, with powder flying everywhere, and it wasn't very clean.

However, Yang Qiangguang pulled her over and she couldn't refuse.

"Uncle, aunt, you are busy."

Yang Qiangguang shouted from a distance.

Zhang Cuihua and Shen Songqing were a little surprised to see him, and then they saw Shen Lan beside them, they were even more shocked.

They looked around at the same time, but did not see Shen Songming and Feng Chunyun.

It’s really strange that Shen Lan didn’t follow her parents, but came here with her husband.

I'm afraid even her parents can't persuade her to come to the countryside.

However, they still had a good impression of Yang Qiangguang, so they naturally welcomed their nephew's husband with a smile.

"Why are you here? It's too chaotic here. Let's go outside and talk."

Zhang Cuihua looked at the small workshop, which was filled with things, and thought about going outside to talk.

Yang Qiangguang didn't seem to care and quickly stopped him:

"Aunt, it's okay. This is my first time here and I've never seen how vermicelli is made. I'll just take a look."

Yang Qiangguang seems to be very interested in the vermicelli workshop.

Zhang Cuihua did not refuse, and enthusiastically introduced him:

"This workshop actually has two parts. This is the water mill where the sweet potatoes are ground into powder. Then they are allowed to settle over here. The sweet potato starch is then taken over there to make vermicelli..."

There was nothing interesting about the process of making vermicelli. Seeing that Yang Qiangguang was interested, Zhang Cuihua said a few words about it.

Yang Qiangguang was amazed, his eyes shining:

"My third brother and his wife planted sweet potatoes, which led to the production of vermicelli. No wonder the people call them living Bodhisattvas."

Even though Shen Lan was ignorant, she didn't say anything when she saw the shiny vermicelli.

This contribution is truly beyond words.

"Uncle, aunt, you see there are very few people selling vermicelli on the market now. After all, sweet potatoes have only been planted for two seasons, and most of them have been bought up by the government. If aunt has some spare time, why don't we cooperate to sell these vermicelli?"

Yang Qiangguang did not come here to buy vermicelli this time, but when he saw the vermicelli, he thought of this.

Nowadays, many vermicelli on the market are made and sold by villagers, and are almost never sold in grain and oil shops.

"Well, I heard that many people in the village process and sell them at a high price, but we don't have many sweet potatoes at home. If we want to sell in large quantities, we can only wait until next year."

Shen Songqing had seen villagers selling vermicelli before. Although the village was now wealthy, the farmers were afraid of being poor and would rather eat less and exchange it for reliable silver.

However, their family is not short of the money now, so they decided to make the remaining sweet potatoes into vermicelli for their own consumption. There was not much in total, so they decided not to sell them.

Although Yang Qiangguang was disappointed, this was not his purpose after all, so he immediately smiled and said:

"That's right, uncle. Let's talk about this next year."

Yang Qiangguang stopped talking about this topic, then quickly ran to the car and moved things out.

"Uncle, aunt, I came here in a hurry this time and didn't bring anything. These are my gifts to you."

Yang Qiangguang piled things on the small table at the door. There were pastries, oil, and a package of unknown things. There were so many things.

"Why do you bring so many things? Take them back quickly. You don't need to be so polite when you come to your uncle's place."

Shen Songqing went straight over and put the things back.

Yang Qiangguang stopped them, and the two argued for a long time. After all, Yang Qiangguang was young and Shen Songqing could not win against him.

"Uncle, aunt, you are our elders. We haven't come back to visit you for a long time. Isn't this what we should do? Just accept it."

Yang Qiangguang was firm in his attitude.

Zhang Cuihua came over and patted the old man, then looked at Yang Qiguang:

"Okay, then we won't be polite with you. Since you are here, you can have lunch at home today. It's a good opportunity for you to try our homemade vermicelli."

It was really inappropriate for a family to be so distant with each other, so Zhang Cuihua entertained them warmly.

Yang Qiangguang didn't hesitate and laughed:

"Thank you, Auntie. We won't be polite then. I heard that you are a good cook, so today is a good opportunity to try it."

After saying that, he very cleverly ran to help.

Shen Lan didn't say anything, but thinking of her husband's gentle warning, she forced a smile and reluctantly went over to help.

It didn't take long before Zhang Cuihua asked Shen Songqing to close the door and go home together.

You can't keep the guests busy here all the time. You have to entertain them in the right way.

"Aunt, do Yun Yi and the others have lunch at the academy?"

From a distance, across a field, he could hear the sound of reading coming from the school. Yang Qiangguang asked curiously and his eyes turned to the school.

This school looks very grand and is even bigger than the elementary school in the county.

The sound of the children reading was so clear and pleasant to the ears that it distracted him for a moment.