Doomsday wearing female honor: I rely on space to farm and raise my husband

Chapter 66 Wan Ran Goes to Zhangjia Village
Fang Qing and Zhang Zelin followed Zhang Xiaoling to Zhang's house, waiting for her to see the people sitting in the living room laughing.

"Miss Wan, why are you here?"

Wan Ran was chatting with Mrs. Zhang when she saw someone walking in the door, "Sister Fang, I'm here." In fact, Wan Ran only knew that Fang Qing lived in Chenjia Village, but he didn't know where her home lived. Waiting for her to ask When Zhang's address came to Zhang's house and saw the old lady, he realized that this Zhang's family was Fang Qing's Yue's family.

"Sister Wan, what's the reason you're here?" Seeing that she was an old acquaintance, Fang Qing went straight in; straight to the point and asked her what she was here for.

Wan Ran laughed loudly when he heard Fang Qing's words, "It's still Fang's old sister who is bold, and I didn't come here for the wild fungus in the old lady's hands."

"Oh! Sister Wan, are you here to buy fried mushrooms?"

Wan Ran has been in contact with Fang Qing before, and she knows what kind of person he is, so she is not surprised to hear Fang Qing's words. "Ms. Fang, to tell you the truth, I also bought fried mushrooms from a few families in the city and ate them a few times. It's either that the oil is missing and the taste is gone, or the seasoning is not right, so I can't taste the taste of your family, so I just thought about coming to the old lady to order some and go back to the restaurant to sell."

Wan Ran originally planned to come to the Zhang family to buy the formula, but after seeing that the family selling fried mushrooms was Fang Qing’s Yue family, she changed her mind. She didn’t want to offend someone who could kill a tiger with bare hands, so she decided Cooperate with the Zhang family.

Fang Qing glanced at her, "I don't know how many fried mushrooms Miss Wan needs?"

"Of course, the more the better." Wan Ran thought that they have a restaurant in Liaodong Fucheng, and there are branches in other prefectures, and the more fried wild mushrooms they need, the better.

"Grandma, what do you think about this?" After Fang Qing inquired about Wan Ran's words, he turned his head to the old lady on the other side.

Mrs. Zhang was in a bit of a dilemma. Her family only had these labors. Shopkeeper Wan needed a lot of labor. Their family was afraid that they would not be able to handle the order.

"Girl Qing, you see that our family is only your two aunts and your three cousins, there are not enough people!"

Fang Qing knew that the Yue family's manpower was far from enough to meet Wan Ran's needs, but she had a way to do it.

"Sister Wan, I still have some rare food here, I wonder if you would like to see it."

"What kind of food?" Wan Ran is the shopkeeper of the restaurant, and her business is to find food for the restaurant, so she would definitely want to go and see what Fang Qing said.

"Grandma, take Shopkeeper Wan to my house first, and we'll talk about the rest later."

Mrs. Zhang didn't know what grandson's daughter-in-law was thinking, so she took her daughter and granddaughter to her grandson's house together.

Fang Qing went home and went to the cellar to bring out a jar of soaked bamboo shoots. Seeing the earthen jar Fang Qing carried out, Wan Ran stepped forward to check it curiously.

Fang Qing went to the kitchen and took out the bowls and chopsticks and passed them to a few people. She took the lead and ate a bamboo shoot, "My husband likes to eat this and I made it for him. If Miss Wan likes it, I will ask my grandma and the others to make it together." How about sending it to you?"

Wan Ran only felt sour after eating a bamboo shoot. The taste was too strong, sweet and spicy in the sourness. After eating one bamboo shoot, she stopped and had the urge to continue eating. She even ate half a bowl.

"Sister Fang, it's okay for the old ladies to make the bamboo shoots you mentioned and send them to me, but how about we sign a contract?"

"Okay! Have you brought the contract? If so, you can sign it now."

Mrs. Zhang, Zhang Meng...these people just ate it stupidly. They didn't expect that the bitter and astringent bamboo shoots could be so delicious. When they sighed, the two people on the side had already talked about the contract.

"I didn't bring the contract with me. You have the Four Treasures of the Study here. If so, I will write a copy now."

"Yes! I'll get it now." Fang Qing went back to her room and took out her Four Treasures of the Study, and asked Wan Ran to write the contract. After she finished writing, Fang Qing took the contract and read it to make sure there was no problem. The old lady read the text of the contract.

"Grandma, aunt, aunt, do you think there is anything that needs to be improved in this contract?"

Mrs. Zhang and the others have no objection to the contract. What they are worried about is whether their family can make the amount needed for Jufulou.

"Grandma, you see that there is no problem with the contract, sign the contract first, and then I will talk to you in detail after my granddaughter-in-law."

Zhang Meng and Zhang Ren have lived half their lives, and this is the first time they have signed a contract with this kind of big restaurant. The two sisters are very happy and hope that their mother will sign the contract quickly. Isn't it because Jufulou needs a lot of quantity?Need more quantity and more work, as long as there is money in place, all these are not a problem.

"Mother, you old man just listen to Qing girl!"

Mrs. Zhang looked at the contract in the hands of her granddaughter-in-law, and then looked at her children and gritted their teeth, "Girl, grandma can't write, so I need to trouble you to sign it for me."

"Grandma, I will write down your names, and you and aunts and aunts will press your fingerprints." Fang Qing wrote down the names of Mrs. Zhang and the others, and Mrs. Zhang looked at the names on the contract and said with a sob: "Girl Qing, you Also write your mother-in-law's name, and you will sign her name."

Fang Qing heard the old lady's frown. The mother-in-law still had a sister-in-law at her knees, and it was not her daughter-in-law's turn to sign.

"Grandma, I can write the name of my mother-in-law, but I can't help press the fingerprints. The mother-in-law has a sister-in-law under her knees, so Jing Fan needs to press the fingerprints."

Mrs. Zhang was reminded by her granddaughter-in-law to think of her little granddaughter, and asked her eldest granddaughter to find the little girl quickly. Zhang Jingfan was carried back by the eldest sister, and was hugged by her sister-in-law in a daze.

Fang Qing picked up his sister-in-law and said solemnly: "Jingfan, sister-in-law wants to sign for mother, you can help mother press her handprint later." Zhang Jingfan froze in her arms when she heard what sister-in-law said.

Zhang Jingfan held back tears when his sister-in-law finished writing the word "Zhang Sheng" for her mother, and pressed her little hand with red mud on the name. Seeing that her sister-in-law was not in a good mood, Fang Qing took her back to the living room and gave her After some snacks, she was allowed to play by herself.

"Ms. Fang, can I let my sister take away the bamboo shoots in your clay pot?" Wan Ran asked after signing the contract with Zhang's family, looking at the bamboo shoots in Fang Qing's clay pot.

"Sister Fang, I can't let you take it away. My husband has been thinking about it for several days. If I take it away with you, I can't explain it to him, but I can let you take it back with a small jar."

Wan Ran looked at Fang Qing sadly, this guy didn't want to sell such good food for money, but only wanted to leave it for his husband at home, this woman...

Fang Qing saw how she hated iron but not steel, smiled and went to the cellar to bring out a small clay pot for Wan Ran to take back.

Wan Ran took the bamboo shoots in her hand and took her back to the city contentedly. After she left, Qingcai discussed the future with Mrs. Zhang and the others.

"Grandma, my idea is this, you call the villagers in the village to dig bamboo shoots and pick mushrooms, wait for them to bring back bamboo shoots and mushrooms, then let father-in-law and a few uncles fry mushrooms and soak bamboo shoots at home..."

Mrs. Zhang listened to her daughter-in-law, "Young girl, don't you want to do this business with us?" Mrs. Zhang remembered that when she signed the contract, Mrs. Sun didn't sign her name.

(End of this chapter)