Fast time travel to abuse scum: the best old woman must be a villain

The other party didn't understand, where did He Qing get her sense of superiority, how could she think that she had the right to meddle in other people's affairs here?

"I..." He Qing was speechless, she was just angry.

"Just take care of yourself, don't meddle in other people's business here, it's my own business to work hard, it has nothing to do with you, don't be like a monkey all day, jumping up and down, shameful."

He Qing was so angry that she wanted to say something, but was stopped by the village chief.

"Okay. Our exam is open, fair, and transparent. Li Lan, we will give you this recommendation letter in a while, and you can leave tomorrow. You can go home first, and then report for duty. I wish you a bright future in the future." .”

The college students who walked out of the village, no matter what, were considered the glory of their village.

Even if they won't come back in the future, it doesn't matter, it can be regarded as fulfilling their fate.

"Okay, thank you village chief, thank you all, I will always remember our village, I remember every little thing here, I am really happy, very happy!"

Li Lan was really happy, very happy.

It's great to be able to leave the village to go to university. Before that, they were actually worried that the exam would be unfair. Now they can rest assured that the village chief is indeed an upright and selfless person.

The next day, Li Lan left the village. She came back later to thank the village.

At that time, she found that the village had undergone earth-shaking changes. Of course, that was something to say. At this moment, He Qing was so angry that she could only go back. Seeing Wang Er lying on the bed, she was even more angry. Come.

"Then you can't even do something, and you still have the face to lie here?"

Wang Er was puzzled. "What are you talking about, didn't I help you?"

"I said I wanted to go to college, so why didn't you help me? Isn't your second uncle the village chief? Why can't you help me? I still have your child in my stomach."

The old lady heard it coming in from outside, "Don't blame others if you don't have the ability. It's only been a few days, and you've started to be arrogant, right? Believe it or not, I tore up the letter of introduction for you, so that you can't go back? "

He Qing was listless now, but she still looked uncomfortable.

……

Moyan found a lot of bamboo in the village. Bamboo is a good thing, it can be used as a weapon, and it can also be used for bamboo weaving.

Mo Yan got some back and caught Fang Yang.

Fang Yang thought that his mother had forgiven him, but he didn't expect...

"All things that bamboo can make, let me make them, and let me see."

Although Fang Yang didn't know why, he still made bamboo cups, chopsticks, and brush handles, the kind used to wash dishes.

Mo Yan took a look...

"That's it? You are too stupid to make such a small thing, how dare you say it is my son?

Come on, I have prepared blueprints for you, let's do this. "

Moyan made flower baskets, bags, and various small things, and asked him to make drawings of small animals.

Fang Yang: "..."

life...

"Hurry up and do it. I'll give you a salary after I finish it. One thing, fifty cents."

Fang Yang's eyes lit up, "Okay, okay, no problem."

And what Moyan wants to do is a fan.

As a fan of intangible cultural heritage in the future...

Bamboo can be used to make many things, such as fans, paper, and all kinds of small things, otherwise it would not be loved by ancient literati.

There are a lot of bamboos in this place, and there are many varieties, so I can use it. This son is a ready-made labor force, and what she wants to do is fine work.

There are still a lot of craftsmen in the village, and they all make baskets, dustpans, dustpans, sun mats and the like. What she makes is exquisite things.

That is the beauty fan, as thin as a cicada's wing, and the beauty in the painting is mesmerizing.

Of course there are other exquisite fans that bring joy and coolness to people.

This takes a lot of time and preparation.

Moyan is also planning to grow morels in the bamboo forest.

As long as the climate is suitable, it can also be planted in a greenhouse, which requires help from someone.

For this reason, Moyan is going to do a little more in advance, and when the time comes to set up a stall, the opportunity will come back soon, just wait for the time to come.

When Moyan made a batch of ordinary exquisite fans and went to the provincial capital, it was also the day when Wang Er and He Qing returned to their mother's house.

It happened to be a train, saw Mo Yan, He Qing walked over, and asked quickly, "Where is Auntie going with such a big bag?"

Mo Yan discovered that some people just owe a beating, no matter how many times they are punished, they don't have a long memory.

"Does this have anything to do with you?"

He Qing: "..."

He Qing was a little afraid to look at it, this Moyan really didn't give her face at all.

"I'm not thinking about it. We all know the place, and we need to use our good intentions. I want Wang Er to mention it for you."

Wang Er hurriedly turned around, "I don't want it." He didn't want to help mention it.

He Qing's complexion became even more ugly. This Wang Er is really useless, but he just said a few words in passing and was unwilling to agree to it.

"I don't need your help." Mo Yan turned and walked forward.

"Auntie, where are you going?" Wang Er asked with a silly smile.

Mo Yan turned her head and gave him a cold look, and he didn't dare to speak anymore.

He didn't know why, but he felt a chill behind him just now, and he was very flustered, a little scared.

He Qing still wanted to follow, but was stopped by Wang Er, "What are you doing? You got angry without looking at your aunt. Are you going to seek death?"

He was very supportive of what his second uncle said, Aunt Moyan is very powerful, and he can't mess with Aunt Moyan no matter what happens.

He Qing just gave up.

After getting off the car, He Qing led Wang Er to walk ahead.Mo Yan got out of the car behind them, and according to his memory, he walked to a small street, where there was a small market with everything.

Moyan took out the small things she brought, including small animals, various fans, and an exquisite fan, not as good as a beauty fan, but attractive enough.

Soon, someone started to ask about Moyan's fans, and the prices Moyan gave were all five yuan.

Some even ten, fifteen, twenty.Only the exquisite one, one hundred.

The people who came here were all to buy something they wanted, so naturally they didn't bother with the money, they all chose the one they liked to take back, and asked her when she would come again.

"I'll come back in half a month."

After hearing the time, everyone left.

Moyan's last 100 fan was not sold.

Mo Yan was not in a hurry, so she just waited and ordered a bowl of chao shou from the stall nearby.