You are unlucky and I am tough

Chapter 224: Who is your wife?

After the banquet at the old scholar's house ended, the guests left one after another. Cheng Shuang brought Qin Suyue home to sit for a while. As it was getting late, Qin Suyue didn't sit for long and went home.

After seeing the guests off, Cheng Shuang returned to the room and found Wei Qinglang sleeping on the bed.

The alcohol at the banquet was very strong, and Wei Qinglang and Zhao Xiuwen drank quite a lot. After returning home, they felt a little dizzy and fell asleep after lying on the bed for a while.

Cheng Shuang also guessed that he must be dizzy from drinking, and wondered whether he should take some hangover medicine. She tiptoed to take a look at the bed, and found that he was sleeping soundly, so she decided not to disturb him.

Then he walked to the bookshelf, took out a book and put Master Lan's inscription and signature in it.

When he opened the door, Song Gaoshan appeared in the yard, talking in a low voice with Wu Junniang.

"Boss." Seeing Cheng Shuang, Song Gaoshan took a few quick steps forward. "The pond was completed this afternoon. The workers who dug the pond are waiting to be paid. Do you think we should pay them today or have them come back tomorrow?"

Cheng Shuang looked at the sky, and since Cheng Guqiu and the others had gone out to pick snails and hadn't returned yet, she said, "It's still a while before it gets dark, I'll go now."

She went back to the room and dragged out the box where the wages were paid. There were still some copper coins left in it, but it was obviously not enough. Half a month's wages for a hundred people, thirty wen a day, was forty-five taels.

The box couldn't hold all the copper coins she had exchanged for, so she dragged the box to the door, exchanged half of the coins for them, and then bought a box to hold the other half.

Then he opened the door and asked Song Gaoshan to come and move the boxes.

The Song couple were surprised that Cheng Shuang had so many copper coins at home, but they didn't ask any more questions.

Each box weighed nearly 150 kilograms. Wu Junniang helped her husband carry them out through the small side door, and then put them on the donkey cart.

Wei Qinglang fell asleep after drinking and could not be relied upon. Cheng Shuang called Wei Nanxing, who was accompanying He Zhou in the room, took the workers' list, and the two of them got on a donkey cart to pay the workers.

Of the one hundred people digging the pond, twenty were from Chengjia Village, and the remaining eighty were recruited from several villages upstream. They had all gathered in the open space in front of the kitchen.

After the two boxes of copper coins were unloaded from the car and placed on the table, the one hundred people lined up in two teams. Wei Nanxing was responsible for calling out names, while Peng Laosan and Song Gaoshan were responsible for distributing money.

Cheng Shuang went to the dug pond alone. The ten-acre pond was nearly two meters deep and there was no water in it.

After walking around the area, Cheng Shuang came to the two ditches that diverted water. Because they had not yet said that the water could be released, there was still a few hoes of soil left to be dug where the ditch connected to the pond.

She looked around and saw a hoe in the vegetable patch in front of her, so she took it and dug a few times.

The ditch was dug, and water flowed into the pond through the gap, continuously.

Cheng Shuang thought that after diverting water into the two canals overnight, it should be about time to release the shrimp fry tomorrow.

The crayfish are ready for dinner in two months, and by then the vegetables and peppers in the fields will be almost ripe. The potatoes are a high-yielding, early-maturing variety, and they'll be ready for harvest in another month. With 200 kilograms planted on eight mu of land, we can harvest at least 6,000 kilograms. We can save half for seed and continue growing, and the next harvest will be tens of thousands of kilograms.

It seems that I need to discuss it with Wei Qinglang, and the restaurant matter should be put on the agenda.

There are still many things I want to do.

After a walk around and returning, Wei Nanxing had already paid the workers. The workers who received their wages were all smiling from ear to ear. When they walked by, the villagers knew that they had received their wages.

When they saw Cheng Shuang coming, the women were very enthusiastic and asked them to consider their sons if they needed help at home.

When she returned home, Cheng Shuang had a basket of wild fruits in her hands, all of which were stuffed by those women. There were wild cherries, raspberries, and mulberries on the top, and half of the bottom was green plums. They were given by Yang, who said that an old customer of the shop gave her a basket and gave half of it to her.

Cheng Pan, Cheng Guqiu and others went to pick up snails and came back. They poured the snails they brought back into a wooden basin in the yard to soak them in water and spit out the sand.

"Why are there only two of you? Where is Qinglang?" Cheng Guqiu, who was cleaning snails, asked when he saw the two of them come back.

"He drank some wine at the old scholar's house and is sleeping in his room."

Cheng Shuang placed the basket on the table. "Nanxing, wash some wild cherries and raspberries and send them to your master. He should eat more fresh fruit."

Wei Nanxing nodded and went to the kitchen to get a bowl.

Wei Xinyi was helping to draw water from the water pump. When she saw Wei Nanxing filling a basin with wild fruits for washing, she immediately ran to the table, took a green plum from the basket and took a bite of it.

Then he shuddered from the sourness and his whole face wrinkled.

Cheng Shuang laughed mercilessly, "I told you to stuff it into your mouth without even asking."

"It's too sour." Wei Xinyi spit a few times and put the bitten plum on the table.

Seeing that half of the basket was filled with green plums, he said with disgust, "This stuff is so disgusting, where did you pick so many from, sister-in-law?"

"This is called wild plum. It used to grow on the hills of Baijia Village. It's very sour." Qiuyan came over. "You have to wait until it grows yellow before it tastes a bit sweet and sour. But I heard that if you wash the green ones, dry them, poke small holes in them with a skewer, and then coat them with sugar and marinate them, then eat them after a while. They'll be sour and sweet and especially delicious."

Cheng Shuang thought Qiuyan was talking about candied green plums, so she pushed the basket towards her and said, "Then I'll leave these green plums to you."

Qiuyan nodded and took the whole basket to wash. Wei Xinyi heard that plums could be made sweet, so she happily followed to help.

Cheng Shuang went over to see Cheng Guqiu washing the snails, "Auntie, how long can you keep your fried snail stall?"

"We've picked up almost everything. It's only been two or three days. What's wrong?" Cheng Guqiu asked.

"Auntie, you went to each village to pick up snails. You should have gotten to know the village heads in other villages. I want you to bring two cousins ​​with you in a few days to help me collect rice bran and soybeans from those villages. Collect as much as you can."

"What are you collecting those things for?" Cheng Guqiu asked curiously.

"The pond is ready. I'm going to raise shrimp and use the shrimp as feed for lobsters."

Cheng Guqiu nodded. She didn't know what lobster was, but the young couple had their reasons for doing anything, so she just had to help with the work.

Everyone in the yard was busy with their own things. Cheng Shuang stayed for a while and then got up and went back to her room.

Wei Qinglang was still sleeping. He kicked off the quilt and covered himself with a corner of it.

Cheng Shuang tiptoed to the edge of the bed, pulled the quilt up, then leaned over to the person with closed eyes and stared at the face.

As he looked at it, he reached out his hand, touched his eyebrows with his fingers, then gently stroked down across the high bridge of his nose, outlining the facial features bit by bit.

"Looking at it this way, this guy is indeed quite good-looking."

"If his skin were a little whiter and his lips were a little thicker, he wouldn't be much worse than Master Lan."

Just as he finished speaking, the hand that was wandering on that face was suddenly grabbed.

Wei Qinglang opened his eyes and asked, "Are you still thinking about that Master Lan?"

Cheng Shuang was startled and tried to pull her hand out, but it didn't move at all.

"When did you wake up?" Cheng Shuang felt guilty.

"When you tucked me in."

Staring at his clear eyes, Cheng Shuang narrowed them, "So you're not drunk?"

"Who said I was drunk? I was just a little dizzy."

As he said that, he suddenly stood up and gave Cheng Shuang a kiss on the mouth.

Cheng Shuang was stunned for a moment, then sat up straight, her eyes widened in shock, and she subconsciously covered her mouth with her hands.

"What are you doing?"

"I just heard you praise me, and I couldn't help being happy."

"Who praised you? You heard it wrong." Cheng Shuang turned his back and felt his earlobes getting hot.

I should have slapped him back just now, but now that we are in a relationship, it seems a bit too much to slap him.

Wei Qinglang sat up, and his warm body pressed against her from behind. He hugged her and wrapped his palms around her hands.

Cheng Shuang's body froze instantly. "Wei Qinglang, you, you mustn't push your luck."

The action was intimate, and she felt her heartbeat quicken.

"My head is still dizzy, it's comfortable to hold you like this."

His shoulders sank, and Wei Qinglang put his head on her shoulders.

Cheng Shuang moved her shoulders uncomfortably, once, twice, three times, but the other party still refused to move away. She snorted and stopped moving.

After a moment of silence, Cheng Shuang felt the atmosphere was too ambiguous, so she spoke up, "The pond at the foot of the mountain has been dug, the workers have been paid, and I've already dug a channel to release water."

"Yeah." Wei Qinglang's voice was hoarse, "Thank you for your hard work, my wife."

"Who's your wife?" Cheng Shuang scolded, then continued, "Let's go out tomorrow and bring back the shrimp fry. I've looked up information before, and 2,500 kilograms of shrimp fry is enough. Once we bring them back, the shrimp fry will be cleared. Later, we can quietly release them when no one is around."

"Okay, it's all up to you."

"Where's Manager Chang? How was your conversation?"

"It's all agreed upon. The team of craftsmen will come to start work tomorrow. They do a great job. We just need to state our requirements clearly and pay them after the work is done." Wei Qinglang tightened his arms and held the man close to him.