Farming in troubled times: Anyone who stops me from getting rich will die!

"Yao'er, sit down!"

Song Sui called out softly.

Li Yao withdrew his gaze and sat next to her.

Jiang sneered in his heart, he was indeed a country bumpkin who had never seen the world.

When she heard that Song Sui was going to entertain distinguished guests, she thought they were the daughters of the Ouyang family's young ladies and the officials she interacted with.

So I specially invited a familiar chef to come.

Unexpectedly, when I inquired later, I found out that the person invited was the village girl who caused trouble in Zuixianglou last time.

It's just a coincidence, it's not worth worrying about.

"Eat! Eat more!"

Jiang looked at Li Yao with a smile on his face, but the smile was full of sarcasm.

Li Yao just pretended that he didn't understand and really ate it up.

Jiang felt disgusted in his heart. He was indeed a person who had never seen the world.

With just this table of food, a person like her would never be able to eat it in her lifetime.

It's also Sui'er who doesn't shy away from eating meat or vegetables and hangs out with everyone.

Li Yao ate a few pieces of roast duck, and I have to say that the chef's skills are good.

But such a table of heavy-flavored dishes is not suitable for Miss Song.

Foods heavy in oil and fried are not good for Miss Song's health.

Of course, there are also two vegetarian dishes, one of which is bitter melon, which is even worse. It is harmful to Miss Song's health but not beneficial.

Li Yao ate very happily and was stunned by Song Sui.

So after the meal, Song Sui was too busy picking up vegetables for her, so she didn't take a few bites.

"Sui'er, you should eat more."

Jiang said with concern.

"Thank you mother, I'm full!"

Song Sui put down his chopsticks, and Li Yao put down his bowl and chopsticks with peace of mind.

Suffocated her to death!

Jiang smiled awkwardly, "Then I won't disturb you sisters from playing. I'll take Dao'er back first."

Song Dao was cute and shook his hand at everyone.

I left Qiutongyuan with my mother.

Li Yao accompanied Song Sui back to the main house and touched his stomach.

"Mother Peng, go and ask someone to make a pot of sour plum soup."

Song Sui smiled.

Li Yao grinned, took out a kettle from his bag, and drank a few sips of water. "No need to endure it. I'll be fine soon."

She sat up straight and said, "We've eaten and talked. I'm ready to leave now!"

Song Sui smiled.

"Why don't you take a nap? It's cool here."

She throws out the bait.

Li Yao stood up directly, "I appreciate Sister Sui's kindness."

She walked to the table and said, "Do you have a pen and paper? I'll write you some medicinal recipes."

Song Suichong nodded to the maid next to him.

The maid went down immediately.

"But there's something wrong with our food?"

Seeing her moist eyes, Li Yao couldn't help but feel a little moved, "You have a disease that prevents you from eating many things and requires dietary restrictions. Logically, the doctor you have seen in the past will remind you."

Meals like today's will only accelerate her illness.

But it was hard for her to say this clearly.

But it seems that Song Sui is not stupid, she should have noticed it.

Li Yao wrote several lists of medicinal diets.

Song Sui looked at it carefully and asked Peng Ma to put it away.

At the same time, Peng's mother took out the things that the lady had just asked her to prepare.

"Since you want to leave, I won't keep you. You can take these things back for your own use or for your family."

Li Yao took a look and said, "Thank you so much, Sister Sui!"

After a few more instructions, Li Yao was escorted by Peng Ma to the front yard.

Soon he met up with his godfather and Brother Jifeng.

Peng Ma sent a carriage to take them back. The carriage was filled with things sent by Miss Song this time.

When we arrived at Yangliu Lane, the driver helped us carry the things into the house before leaving.

"Miss Song is so generous." Wang Zheng sighed. In the car just now, because they were the driver of the Song family, the three of them didn't say much.

Li Yao picked out the things and kept everything that Brother Jiyang could use. He put the rest in the room and took them back when he returned to Dayao Village.

The three of them rested for a while, and then Li Yao went to the yard behind and released the carriage and horses.

The three of them started decorating the carriage again.

"Then Ms. Song's invitation to you wouldn't be as simple as a simple thank you, right?"

Li Jifeng asked while painting the carriage.

The last time Miss Song gave something to Li Yao, Li Yao told them what happened at the entrance of Zuixiang Building.

Li Yao curled his lower lip, "Yes, but she didn't mean any harm. She just wanted to cure the disease and asked me to ask Master for help."

"Why didn't she just let Mr. Song go and invite him directly?"

Wang Zheng didn't even think about it.

"It would be nice if adults weren't so complicated."

Li Yao said lightly.

Everyone stopped talking about this topic.

"This carriage will take one day to work, and we will go home the day after tomorrow. So if there is anything you want to buy, go buy it tomorrow."

After a while, Li Yao said.

"Then let's go look at the furniture tomorrow." Wang Zheng grinned, "Why don't you keep so much money?"

Originally, he also wanted to ask a carpenter to make some furniture, but he felt that it was a waste of time and he couldn't buy it directly.

Li Yao remembered that Su had told her before that she would give up her furniture, so she agreed.

Li Jifeng wanted to go to the iron shop and shoot some arrows, but he wanted to go to the south of the city.

"It doesn't have to be the day after tomorrow. We can finish what we have to do and then go back."

Li Yao thought for a while and then said.

"Let's do it separately so we don't waste time."

Li Jifeng said, "I've been to that iron shop too, so there's no need to worry."

"Well!"

Wang Zheng agreed. Ji Feng was not young anymore, and he was a boy. There was no need to be restrained, which would affect his growth.

Dinner was prepared by Li Yao. As soon as it was put on the table, Li Jiyang came back from work.

And brought back a companion.

It turned out to be Mo Zhantou.

Fortunately, Li Yao likes to prepare more for whatever he does on weekdays, so the meals are not shabby.

However, she felt a little strange that Mo Captou would come back with Brother Ji Yang.

Thinking that I was too suspicious, I wanted to slap myself in the face.

Brother Jiyang is already working, so there is no need to worry so much.

When did she become like a worried old woman?

After persuading herself, she put on a smile.

"Have a meal!"

Mo Zaitou is also familiar with everyone and enjoys chatting with everyone.

"It is said that after we came down from Lengcan Peak, we passed through a village. There was a man named Morong in that village. He said that his brother was working as a policeman in the Yamen."

Wang Zheng suddenly remembered this and mentioned it.

"Mo Rong?" Catcher Mo stopped holding the chopsticks in his hand.

"It's you!"

He immediately stood up and clasped his fists, "Mo Rong is my younger brother. Thank you brother, thank you for your help that day."

This was an accident, and no one expected it to be such a coincidence.

"I rushed back that day, but you were already gone. I walked around in circles, but I didn't expect the world to be so small."

If we say before, Mo Cong deliberately got close to you for the sake of adults. But now it comes from the heart.

Their village was almost destroyed that day, and the village chief and his brother also told him one by one.

He took all the prisoners back to the government office, and they are still locked up today.

Later, when he came back, he was always busy and wanted to find people to help his village, but he never had the time.

He didn't expect to meet him here.

I couldn't help being happy for a moment.

"Hehe," Wang Zheng smiled, "it wasn't me who helped, it was Yao'er's father and our village chief Zhu Wu."

He never liked taking credit, so he explained.

Mo Cong rarely blushed, "Anyway, thank you for your help."