Rebirth: The whole family travels through time together: Fubao Koi is busy eating melons

A faint blush appeared on Zhang Wuya's cheeks. She was not good at speaking, so she acquiesced to his kindness and just let Fan Yunfu help her.

Those simple tables and chairs became light in Fan Yunfu's hands, and every time he placed them, it seemed to silently convey his concern for Zhang Wuya.

Seeing this, An Yu's joy was beyond words. He knew that the young master was truly sincere.

Tonight, I must write a letter home to report this good news.

Soon, as the night deepened, Zhang Laoer arranged everything, and everyone worked together to push the carriage back home, laughing and having fun all the way.

Fan Yunfu knew very well that this shop was actually owned by the Zhang family. He had heard of it by chance when he was handling affairs in the county government in the past. Although he did not handle it directly, he was left with a deep impression.

When he was about to leave, he was filled with reluctance.

Ever since the barrier in his heart was removed, his feelings for Zhang Wuya were like a spring stream, gurgling and difficult to restrain.

After Fan Yunfu left, Xiao Youniang approached Zhang Wuya and asked jokingly, "Sister, do you think Mr. Zhang has a family? The atmosphere here is open-minded, and many people start talking about marriage at the age of fourteen or fifteen."

Zhang Wuya had a calm expression and said that it was none of her business, but she couldn't help but wonder in her heart that maybe Fan Yunfu really already had a wife, and even had a lively and lovely child.

Xiao You Niang refused to give up and continued to ask: "Sister, did you really not notice anything? That person's eyes were simply lingering and passionate!"

Zhang Mingyi also joined the discussion and said seriously, "Big sister, you have to be more careful. Many men here like to have three wives and four concubines. When you choose a son-in-law in the future, you must open your eyes and see clearly. If it doesn't work out, the door of our family will always be open to you, and your brother will protect you."

Xu Liyun, who usually keeps quiet, was also attracted by this topic and joined in: "You kids are just talking nonsense. I think Mr. Zhang is a gentleman. I will ask around for you someday. If he is married, that's another matter."

Zhang Wuya had mixed feelings. The various pressures regarding marriage in modern society were still vivid in her mind. Those marriages that were entered into hastily often quickly ended in breakdown.

Now that we have traveled back to the ancient times, under the constraints of feudal ethics, marriage is still an unavoidable issue.

She couldn't help but wonder inwardly, when will human ideas become more enlightened?

As for marriage, she is as calm as an ancient well, without any ripples.

No matter how passionate the past love experiences were, they ultimately ended up being like a dream, elusive.

I once obeyed my parents' orders, but it only brought me more regrets.

Zhang Laoer noticed his daughter's complicated expression, and quickly pulled Xu Liyun aside, comforting her softly, "The children are still young, how can they talk about marriage so early? You don't have to worry too much, they will have their own ideas and decisions."

As for Xiao Youniang's emotional issues, because of his sister's experience, he always kept his distance, never interfered, and never forced.

Seeing this, Xiao Youniang cleverly changed the subject and turned her attention to Zhang Mingyi: "Zhang Mingyi, you didn't go to school just to have fun, did you? Look at the friends you made. Tan Yulin looks like a rich boy, but he is actually a spendthrift. You must not learn bad habits, otherwise no matter how rich our family is, we can't afford your extravagance."

"How did I become a prodigal? What does this have to do with anything? Little girl, what are you making up? And what about Tan Yulin? Why do you label him as a playboy? He has great ambitions and a funny personality. He is a rare friend in this strange environment. I don't have a close friend in this foreign country. Why not make a few more?"

Zhang Mingyi seemed a little dissatisfied, and a fierce verbal battle with Xiao Youniang began.

Zhang Wuya shook her head gently, her delicate black hair swaying gently with her movements, and then she walked towards the restaurant alone, with a bit of helplessness in her steps.

This pair of siblings have always had very different personalities. Once they disagree on something, it is like ice in winter hitting a blazing fire. They become confrontational and sparks fly.

As a gentle figure in the family, Zhang Wuya has long been accustomed to such scenes. In her heart, she has a deep understanding and tolerance for her family.

In this way, their small stall was set up in front of Minghua College for five consecutive days, like flowers blooming in spring, attracting countless students like bees.

The pot of golden hot oil was boiling, as if it was a treasure bowl in the hands of the God of Wealth, bringing considerable income to the Zhang family, and life seemed to be moving in a good direction.

However, things in the world are always unpredictable, just as the moon waxes and wanes. A smooth financial path will always attract the envy or jealousy of others, just like the brightest star in the night sky, there are always people who want to block its light.

Although some vendors were attracted by Zhang's potato business and were eager to replicate its success, they would eventually back off when faced with the boiling pot of golden oil that required careful cooking.

After all, who wants to invest a lot of time and money just to fry up a few seemingly ordinary potatoes?

Therefore, considering the reality, most people can only shake their heads, suppress the impulse in their hearts, and choose to give up.

But there are many people in the world with evil intentions. The owner of the scallion pancake stall nearby often has a calculating gleam in his eyes. His eyes are slightly narrowed, revealing a barely perceptible coldness.

He often stood in front of his own stall, but he couldn't help but glance sideways, staring at Zhang's potato stall with a complicated look.

In the past, their scallion pancakes were unrivaled at the entrance of the college, and were always crowded with customers. Every crispy bite seemed to be the best affirmation of his hard work. But now, the arrival of the Zhang family is like a strong spring breeze, which blows away most of their customers and also cools the enthusiasm in his heart.

After countless stares and comparisons, the fire of jealousy burned more and more fiercely in his eyes, almost devouring his sanity.

Finally, he secretly swore in his heart that he would drive the Zhang family potato stall out of this territory that once belonged to him and let everything return to its former peace.

On this day, the sun was shining brightly and the breeze was not dry. Zhang Laoer was setting up his stall in front of the college as usual, looking forward to the school bell. To him, that sound was like the horn of victory.

Unexpectedly, a pale and skinny man stood in front of the stall, trembling like a fallen leaf blown by the wind. He asked for a portion of potatoes in a weak but firm voice.

Xu Liyun looked at him, feeling a little worried. With such a weak body, he should be recuperating in bed at home. Why would he appear here, craving for these street snacks?