Farmhouse life after traveling back to ancient times

I squeezed into the crowd and looked around, but still couldn't see the person I had just seen.

There were so many people in front of the door that Du Wenxiu couldn't find anyone, so he went back to the box upstairs.

"Who is he? Is it worth looking for him now?" Yue Niang asked curiously.

Du Wenxiu shook his head and remained silent for a long time.

Why is she here?

Could it be that Lu Fanghai is back again? After this incident, Du Wenxiu lost interest in the matter.

After entrusting the restaurant matters to the two of them, Du Wenxiu took some time to go back.

In addition to Qi Sanniang and A Luo who were with their children, even Mrs. Fan went out to watch the fun.

The front yard was quiet, without a sound.

Du Wenxiu walked straight into the guest house and saw Cheng Xiaomei coming towards him with a basket.

When she looked up and saw Du Wenxiu, Cheng Xiaomei's face turned red instantly. She barely stood up, bowed, and murmured to call someone.

"Why are you here? Didn't you go to see the fun?" Du Wenxiu asked curiously.

Cheng Xiaomei paused for a moment before saying, "My second brother said he had a headache, and my mother asked me to bring him some medicine."

Du Wenxiu looked at her, and the area behind her ears was still red. She thought that Cheng Suying was really——

Children of the royal family are all mature at an early age, but she just asked Cheng Xiaomei, who is about the same age, to come and deliver the medicine. There are so many people in her family that she can't order around?

She pursed her lips, said nothing, and told Cheng Xiaomei to be careful when she went back.

Cheng Xiaomei lowered her head and walked away. Du Wenxiu turned her head and looked twice before turning back and walking towards the guest room.

In the guest room, Erlang looked at the medicine on the table in front of him with a dazed expression, and didn't even notice Du Wenxiu came in.

"What's wrong? Did you remember something?" Du Wenxiu asked gently, sitting sideways next to him.

Erlang looked up and saw Du Wenxiu, a little confused:

"I was relaxing in the courtyard after dinner last night, and I ran into Madam Cheng who asked me if I was okay. I haven't been sleeping much lately and I have a headache, so she asked my younger sister to bring me some medicine today..."

He looked at the medicine in front of him again: "I've been away from home for a long time, and this is the first time someone cares about me like this."

Du Wenxiu didn't say anything, but it was obvious that the child's soft spot was touched and he wanted to talk.

Perhaps listening to him now is the best way to understand him.

"I don't know who killed my brother, but I heard it with my own ears..."

"Don't talk about this." Du Wenxiu's face changed and he stood up suddenly.

Damn it, she dared not listen to such shocking news.

He turned around and walked out in a hurry, saying, "I'll ask Qiuyue to come over and help you boil the medicine. You just take a good rest."

Du Wenxiu hurried out of the guest house, patted his chest, looked back with lingering fear, and thought to himself that it was a close call.

We can't deal with royal affairs carelessly. Curiosity kills the cat.

I listened to him venting his anger today, and tomorrow when he ascends the throne, he might try to silence me, a common citizen who knows all about his dirty deeds when he was young.

——You can’t gamble. You can’t gamble.

I just saw Lu Er Niang downstairs, but she disappeared in the crowd in a flash.

But if he really wanted to hide his tracks, why would he let himself see it?

With the skills they have as gangsters, wouldn't it be easy for them to hide from me?

Taking a deep breath, Du Wenxiu walked towards the inner courtyard.

It's the beginning of autumn, and the weather is as hot as a date kernel. It's hot at noon and cool in the morning and evening. Today, it's getting cool in the morning and evening, but it's still stuffy during the day.

A summer mat was spread under the jujube tree in the yard. Haisheng was learning to crawl in circles, and Qi Sanniang was calling on him.

The restaurant opened and Master Zou stopped coming here a few days ago.

A Luo returned to the kitchen to be the chef again, and with the help of Cheng Xiaomei, he worked even harder and harder, coming up with new dishes every day and enjoying it.

"Xiuniang, you're back. Why are you here so early?" Qi Sanniang greeted her with a smile, "I was just saying I had something to talk to you about."

Du Wenxiu smiled and said, "What's the matter, Auntie, just tell me directly."

Qi Sanniang said, "It seems that the weather is getting cooler. I have discussed with A Luo that we should put a basin of well water in the house. Maybe it won't be so hot anymore."

"How about we stop using ice? The restaurant has just opened and we are doing such a loss-making activity. It's time to save money."

"I thought it was something else, turns out it's this." Du Wenxiu said with a smile.

She sat down next to Xiao Haisheng and said with a smile, "Aunt, isn't the purpose of making money to spend? If you save it and don't spend it, then what's the point of making money?"

Qi Sanniang opened her mouth to refute, but Du Wenxiu said:

"If I just save the money I earn and don't enjoy life, then I won't have the motivation to make money. Should we just go to the countryside and starve?"

Qi Sanniang was speechless.

Du Wenxiu laughed again and leaned on Qi Sanniang's shoulder:

"Aunt, this autumn heat is really severe. If Hai gets prickly heat by then, it will be too late to buy ice."

"Okay, okay, okay. I'll listen to you. You say when we'll need it, and we'll use it." Qi Sanniang said helplessly.

Anyway, the money spent can be earned back, so just let her be happy.

By the time dinner was ready, it was almost dark. Cheng Suying and Qiao'er hadn't returned yet, and the family couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

"Or, I'll go take a look." Cheng Xiaomei said as she took off her apron and hung it on the clothesline beside her.

"I'll go, you help set the table." Du Wenxiu called Qiuyue to join him, then turned and walked out.

The restaurant opened today. Du Wenchan went to the restaurant to help out. She left Qiao'er and Cheng Suying in the workshop and specifically asked them to go home early.

He hasn't come back yet. I wonder if something has held him back?

When she arrived at the workshop, just as she expected, two groups of people were arguing loudly inside and outside the door.

"I just didn't know that the manager of this workshop could interfere in the bedside affairs of a couple. Do you have any shame?"

"But she didn't raise her hands to hit someone and beat him half to death. Does that mean she's not a human being if she doesn't have her family's support?"

"Whether she has a family or not, what does it have to do with you? She has to tell you before she does anything?"

"She is still working in my workshop. You beat her up like this. We are short of strong labor. How much less goods will be produced?"

"She is the only one who can work in your workshop? Stop talking nonsense and hand her over immediately, or I will report you all to the police."

Du Wenxiu squeezed through the crowd with great effort, and saw a woman with a long, pointed face and triangular eyes next to him, pinching her waist and cursing loudly.

On the opposite side, Cheng Suying protected Qiao'er behind her and cursed at people with a red face.

The men and women in the crowd around them were pointing and talking at them, and the mere thought of it made her feel suffocated.

Qiao'er tilted her head and saw Du Wenxiu. She hid behind Cheng Suying and secretly shook her head and waved at her, signaling her to leave.

After hearing this, Du Wenxiu roughly understood the situation by guessing.

It was nothing more than another woman in the workshop who was being abused at home. She came to the workshop to seek shelter, but was beaten on the door.

How can I hide behind something like this?

Du Wenxiu thought about it, stretched out his hand to push aside the crowd in front of him, and squeezed out from the middle with great effort.

He took three or two steps up the stairs, turned around and looked at the crowd with a cold face.

"No matter if you have a backer or a family, you can't beat up the people working in my workshop!"

The voice and expression were stern and powerful.