Chapter 181

A few days later, song Xintong was feeding Dahong in the stable. "Dahong is about to be born, isn't she?"

"Soon, the day before yesterday also invited the veterinarian to come to see, said that around May 15 should be born." Wang replied.

"Then ask the doctor to come and stay. Don't make a fuss then." Song Xintong also gave Dahong a few carrots with honey, "Dahong is pregnant for one year, and will be ripe at last."

"It's been a long time."

"The girl is nearly two months old now. I guess she will be born in the twelfth lunar month. It's good to be born in the twelfth lunar month. It's not hot in her spare time, and she doesn't worry about the heat in her confinement." Wang said.

Song Xintong patted Dahong's back, "is afraid of cold." The Lu family doesn't have this kind of floor heating.

"When you're free, the girl can take a rest in the house and get this kind of floor heating. Then she won't be afraid." Wang said.

"It's troublesome. I'll talk about it then." As soon as song Xintong's voice fell, the crackling sound of firecrackers came from the village. "What's the happy event in the village?"

"I haven't heard of anyone getting married? I'll go outside and have a look. " Wang rushed out of the fence.

A moment later, Wang came back, "girl, listen to Mrs. Xie say it's the Song family in the village, maybe it's a big happy event, she sent it to see, girl, do you want to see it?"

Happy event? Have you been admitted as a scholar? Is this scholar so easy to test?

Song Xintong is planning to go to the workshop at the entrance of the village. In this way, he will go to see the excitement. He will put the last carrot into Dahong's mouth, and then he will go to the village under Daya's service.

Song family big banyan unwilling to go to the big banyan side can see the door of the Song family.

As soon as song Xintong approached the banyan tree, he saw that there were many people outside the Song family.

"Oh, Zhang Cuihua, you will be a scholar in the future. Congratulations."

"When will your family come back? Let's see the scholar."

"Mrs. Zhang, you are now a scholar's grandmother. In the future, you will be the most beautiful in the whole village."

"It's not."

"It's such a big wedding. Zhang Cuihua, you're going to treat me."

Zhang Cuihua, standing at the gate of the courtyard with melon seeds, couldn't close her mouth with a smile. "Please, I'll do it when my family comes back for a long time."

"We'll have to be invited."

"It's a must. Come all the time."

"In the future, there will be two scholars in our village. Taohua village will be famous."

I don't know who said: "Hey, that disfigured Lu Xiucai is comparable to song Xiucai. After Song Xiucai, he has to test the candidates, and the number one candidates will have a bright future."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone thought that it was the same. The great Zhou Dynasty had a heavy face. How could it be a scientific examination if it was disfigured?

On this thought, many people echoed: "that Lu Xiucai just can't compare with song Xiucai, hiding at home all day, it's not because he has become ugly, that song Xintong, who has no one to marry, is willing to marry, is that right?"

Most of the people helped in Song Xintong's workshop, so they didn't say a word. Only a few people who had a good relationship with Zhang Cuihua echoed.

Aunt Xie scolded: "what are you talking about? Although Lu Xiucai can't take the exam, he built a school in the village. Everyone's children go to school to read, and Xintong also runs workshops. We've made a lot of money in the past two months. Are you sorry to say that?"

"That's it."

Ye Guihua said in a loud voice: "Hey, I'll tell you how, the fact is that it's not for people to say? A pound of sweet potato, she also means to take the hand, she earned wear gold and silver, still don't allow us to say? There is also Lu Xiucai who has a soft meal relying on Song Xintong. She has a small white face. She is still a song Xiucai. She will become a senior official in the future. "

Mrs. Zhang and Zhang Cuihua were very proud. They looked up to the sky and said casually, "Oh, oh, don't say that. My parents are so young that they can't stand your praise."

"What are you talking about?" Daya lifts up her sleeve and is about to hit someone. Song Xintong presses Daya's hand, but looks at these people coldly.

Many people's faces changed when they saw song Xintong coming. They didn't know how much flattery they had just heard.

"Don't be angry, Xintong. The baby in your stomach matters." Aunt Xie hurriedly squeezed out, supported song Xintong and said in a low voice, "these people are just jealous of you. Don't worry about it."

Song Xintong looked at some women with shrunken heads, turned to tell Daya, "go and write down the bad words that they said about my uncle. When the sweet potato season comes, they won't be accepted."

As soon as these words came out, the family members who spoke ill suddenly turned pale.

This move is really cruel, aunt Xie sighed. This year, all the people in the village have gone to open up wasteland and grow sweet potatoes. Every family has a sweet potato of 235 mu. If they don't accept it, they will have to cry with sweet potatoes for the next year.

Da Ya knew and swept those women: "I remember all of them."

Several people are about to cry out, have complained to look at Ye Guihua: "Xintong, ye Guihua said, we didn't say anything, you adults have a lot, don't care with us, please."

Aunt Xie laughed coldly, "you regret it now, it's too late!"

"Blame the osmanthus." Song Xintong glanced at the Osmanthus fragrans and the proud Zhang Cuihua, "I've always been benevolent and kind, and I don't want to forget you when I open a workshop. I can't buy a kilogram of sweet potatoes outside. If you are too few, you don't have to send them."

"We do. We do. Don't be angry, Xintong."

Because Wan Ajiao, the eldest daughter of Ye Guihua, sent some silver back after she became a concubine, she only planted three acres of sweet potatoes this year. But a little money is money, and ye Guihua is not willing to give up. "Why don't you accept sweet potatoes when you let us plant them? Why? "

"I am the boss, I has the final say." Song Xintong sneered, "I don't want to be scolded for spending money. I'm not so generous."

Then he turned and left.

"Xintong, please forgive us. We didn't mean to. Our family dug eight acres of land to grow sweet potatoes. Please, Xintong, you can get a little cheaper." The woman slapped herself, "Xintong, I will not follow Ye Guihua in the future. They are talking nonsense. Please."

If you go home and are known by the man at home, you will not kill yourself.

"If you don't accept it, you won't accept it." Song Xintong sneered and ignored her. She went straight to the workshop, leaving a cry.

Zhang Cuihua spat and said, "Song Xintong's heart is too cruel. You plant so many sweet potatoes and sell them to her. If she's in a bad mood one day, she won't accept you. Aren't you losing money? When you are the county master? Everyone has to be respectful to her? I Pooh, what the hell. "

Some people stay to listen, some people quickly leave this land of right and wrong, who knows if it will be introduced into song Xintong's ears again, what if they don't accept their own?