The wicked sister-in-law is in charge; meals include fish and shrimp.

Chapter 389 You're smart, think of a way.

However, Li Yunwan's girlfriends were having dinner in a private room upstairs at the time. They knew the inside story and came out to help smooth things over. It took them a lot of effort to convince everyone.

After these two incidents, the Meng family hired people to cause trouble, as keeping a close watch on them every day wasn't a solution.

Song Youqing went to see Meng Jichang, but the old man had such an arrogant and condescending attitude that he couldn't do anything about him.

He was on edge every day at the restaurant, afraid that the Meng family might find a loophole. This couldn't go on forever.

It's hard to explain in just a few words in a letter, but when he heard that Wen Luozhi had returned, he thought he would come over and ask if he could offer some advice.

"Good sister, you're quick-witted, can you think of a way for your third brother?"

Wen Zizhou earnestly massaged Wen Luozhi's shoulders, looking at her with hopeful eyes.

Wen Luozhi tapped the table with her fingertips, paused for a moment, then looked up and asked, "What's Meng Jingyang's father doing? Hasn't he been to the restaurant?"

She frowned, a little puzzled. Judging from what Wen Zizhou had just said, it seemed that Guo Rong was the one leading people to cause trouble.

Even when Meng Jingyang had the fake marriage certificate, wasn't Guo Rong present?

Wen Zizhou was stunned for a moment. Thinking about it, the old guy really hadn't shown up since the restaurant opened.

Are they up to something behind the scenes?

Wen Zizhou shook his head to himself; nothing had happened at the restaurant in the past few days.

"Meng Jichang hasn't shown up; he's probably up to no good somewhere."

As he said this, his hand, which was massaging Wen Luozhi's shoulders, suddenly stopped.

"Oh dear!" Wen Zizhou suddenly slapped his forehead and said, "I heard my mother-in-law's friend mention it."

"That old bastard Meng Jichang's concubine is pregnant, and they say he cherishes her like the apple of his eye."

Wen Luozhi rolled her eyes and then said, "Tingwan told me that the Meng family only has one son, Meng Jichang, and now this concubine is pregnant, and Guo Rong..."

She raised an eyebrow at Wen Zijin. The secrets in the backyard of the mansion were not simple; perhaps this was a good place to start.

Wen Zizhou's eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands, exclaiming, "Oh, why didn't I think of that?"

He immediately beamed with joy and began massaging Wen Luozhi's shoulders even more vigorously. "No wonder your parents have always praised you for being so clever since you were little!"

"Hehe, he's definitely smarter than Third Brother."

Wen Luozhi was extremely pleased, and it was a rare occasion for the brother and sister not to quarrel.

However, considering that Song Youqing was still in charge of the restaurant, and fearing that if he left for too long the Meng family would target other places and he wouldn't be able to handle it, Wen Zizhou had a quick meal and returned to Qingzhou County.

After a few days of busy work on seedling cultivation, the work was completed, and Wen Ziming led everyone in Shanquan Village to start planting vegetables.

Wen Muchuan was handing out vegetable seedlings on the side, and just like when he planted potatoes, Old Sun took the most this time.

"Brother Sun, your grandsons have become so successful that even your old man's legs have recovered. Can you manage to raise so many?"

The village chief chuckled and joked, carefully tying up the delicate and precious vegetable seedlings in his hands.

Old Sun laughed heartily, hefted the carrying pole on his shoulder, and his face was full of wrinkles from smiling so happily.

"This is nothing! My leg is all better now, and my three adorable grandsons feed me delicious food every day, so I'm in great health!"

"Even if you gave me two more loads of vegetable seedlings, I could manage to take care of them!"

It's not that he's bragging; Old Sun is one of the best farmers in the village. Before, his potatoes were the best, second only to those from Wen Muchuan's family.

So much so that after the harvest, many people came to his door to ask him how he planted it.

After hearing his words, everyone looked at their small baskets and secretly thought that they would come back to get them after they were carried to the fields.

Since there's nothing else to do in the winter, I might as well go to the greenhouse and tend to these vegetables as a form of entertainment.

Dalang, chasing a flock of fluffy goslings by, saw Old Sun carrying two large baskets and quickly stepped forward to take his carrying pole.

"Grandpa, why are you taking so much at once?"

Dalang frowned, his tone slightly reproachful, but Old Sun waved his hand, "It's alright, it's alright! You go and watch the little gosling!"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone witnessed an extremely adorable scene.

The little creatures seemed to have been specially trained; as Dalang carried the load in front, they lined up neatly behind him.

Wen Muchuan straightened up, looked up, and couldn't help but laugh and cry. "Has this little gosling mistaken Dalang for a goose? Look how happily it's running after him."

Everyone laughed when they saw this. Huang Cuihua took a sip of her drink at the corner of the field and was then pulled by Zhang Chunhua to a big tree.

Only after making sure no one was watching them did she say, "Cuihua, you should probably tone this down a bit!"

"There are so many people over there, it wouldn't be good if someone saw you and used it against you."

She looked nervous, but Huang Cuihua spat at the big tree in front of her again:

"What are you afraid of? Just because my mouth is uncomfortable doesn't mean I can't spit."

Seeing Zhang Chunhua's tense and slightly worried expression, she took Zhang Chunhua's hand and said, "Sister Chunhua, what happened to you? You used to be so impressive!"

Seeing her timid and hesitant appearance, Huang Cuihua even suspected that she had been possessed and her soul had been replaced.

In the past, Zhang Chunhua would always say a few words about Wen Muchuan's family, but now it seems she's afraid of offending them.

Zhang Chunhua pushed her hand away and moved a little further away from her, then said, "You saw it too, girl, isn't it obvious who you'll live a good life with?"

"I think this greenhouse vegetable business is going to work out. Why don't you go and get some seedlings too?"

Remembering that Huang Cuihua had once been on her side, Zhang Chunhua kindly offered a word of advice.

After all, in the village, only her family and Huang Cuihua's family are getting poorer and poorer, while even Wen Dazhuang's life has improved after he started raising geese and went to work in a workshop.

Such a lazy person, yet a few days ago he spent money to renovate the Wen family's old house and even built a new grave for their old mother.

Huang Cuihua glanced disdainfully at the group of people laughing happily in the distance, and scoffed at what Zhang Chunhua had said.

Growing vegetables in winter? That's wishful thinking!

That little bit of stuff will be crushed by the snow! Still thinking about making money? Don't lose everything, not even your underwear.

Seeing Zhang Chunhua's eager expression, she couldn't help but pour cold water on her enthusiasm and make a few sarcastic remarks:

"My dear Chunhua, I remember you sold your last piece of land to that wretched girl Wen Luozhi at a bargain price."

"Why are you so desperate?"

"You've sold this land, where are you going to plant those vegetable seedlings?"

As she continued talking to herself, Zhang Chunhua saw that the vegetable seedlings she wanted were about to disappear, so she rushed over.

"Don't worry about that, I definitely have room to plant it."

She rushed over and looked at Wen Muchuan, rubbing her hands somewhat embarrassedly, "Brother Wen..."

"Which kind of seedlings do you want?" Wen Muchuan's face was expressionless, and his tone was neither good nor bad, but in Zhang Chunhua's opinion, this was already the best.

She pointed to the last two bunches of Brussels sprouts and said, "I'll take them all!"

Wen Muchuan tied the seedlings with dry grass and handed them to her. She took them and thanked him several times before carrying the seedlings to a nearby field as if they were precious treasures.