Rebirth Space: There Are Noble Women in the Nongmen

Zhao Guoer and his group were halfway up the stairs when they suddenly heard someone screaming in the lobby on the ground floor. Then they saw that person standing up and rushing outside.

Several people stopped and started to gather around like other dining guests.

"Sir, it's okay for you to leave, but you should settle this account first before leaving, right? We are a small business and we do not accept credit. If it is inconvenient for you, we will run an errand for you and leave it at home.

It will work even if you send me money."

Shouting that the money was lost, a middle-aged man rushed out. When he saw the waiter coming to stop him, he immediately shouted angrily: "Didn't you see that I lost the money? If I had been late, I couldn't catch up with the man who stole the money."

Thief, do you want to compensate me for my money?"

"What the guest officer said is just nonsense."

The waiter had obviously seen this kind of thing many times. He was not afraid and sneered: "You came in and ordered food, waited for the food to be served, and had enough to eat and drink. After such a long time, even if the money was really lost, that little boy

How can a thief wait for you to catch him? Don’t you have no money in the first place and deliberately create such a little thief out of thin air? Do you want to take advantage of this to eat the king’s meal?”

"You are talking nonsense. How dare you accuse me wrongly?"

The strong man grabbed the waiter by the collar with one hand and made a fist with the other hand to hit him with a ferocious look.

"stop."

With a loud shout, the shopkeeper of the restaurant stepped forward and hugged the strong man. His words were polite but not polite at all. They also contained a strong sense of threat: "Your guest, even though our waiter said what he said,

It's a bit unpleasant to hear. But in a small business, you really can't stand people eating and drinking for free. It's his duty to stop you. He's done his duty, and you're making things difficult for him, a little guy, even if it's just to cause trouble.

The yamen is not on your side either. Then you will be slapped in vain by the adults. How unjust will it be?"

"With this little meal money, you still want to send me to the Yamen?"

The strong man was stunned for a moment and saw several strong men surrounding him behind the shopkeeper. They looked as strong as his own waiter.

His eyes flashed, and he let go of the waiter in his hand. He widened his eyes in disbelief and said, "I don't want to eat for free. Didn't I lose my wallet? I'm so pitiful.

You actually..."

"What you owe is not just a little money for food. If you are really short of money, come in and order a bowl of noodles and then do this again. Whether it's true or not, we just treat it as doing one good deed a day. After all, we go out.

Who hasn’t had a hard time outside? Ever since our restaurant opened, we have given out some steamed buns to the beggars passing by every once in a while, but we have been doing so for more than ten years. Isn’t it a lie? Is it true that we would do it for a bowl of noodles?

You have to embarrass the troubled person with just a few side dishes? But as soon as you came in, you ordered a table full of dishes with great fanfare, and they were all meat dishes. You ate and drank, and you even ate and took them. If you are not

Who would believe that you came here to eat the King’s meal on purpose?”

He pointed at the bulging waist of the middle-aged man, which obviously contained a lot of food. The shopkeeper clasped his fists at the guests around him and said loudly: "The owner of our restaurant is kind-hearted and helps the poor, but he is not

Even if you encounter someone like this, you can lift it high and put it down gently. Wouldn’t that be a mess? If everyone does this, how can our restaurant continue to operate?”….

"that is."

"You're right."

"This owner is very righteous, and the shopkeeper is not bad either."

…

When the shopkeeper said this, all the guests around him nodded in agreement, and there were many compliments.

This made the strong man suddenly panic, and he stammered and defended: "I, I just couldn't finish the food, so I was afraid of wasting it, so I took it away. This, how can you still take the leftover dishes from the guests?"

Can you fuck the next one?"

The more he talked, the more confident the strong man became: "I have a big appetite, so I really didn't mean to come here to eat the King's meal. It's just that I really lost my money bag."

"Didn't I tell you that if this is inconvenient for you, we can help run errands and ask people in your family to send money."

Now that he was free, the waiter, who had never been afraid or flustered from the beginning to the end, spoke unceremoniously to the strong man.

"That's right." The store manager nodded, "You just need to tell us the location. I have plenty of people in the store who can run errands."

After looking up and down at the middle-aged man, although he didn't see anything valuable on him, the shopkeeper still said: "You spent five or two or three dollars on this meal, otherwise you can leave a token worth the money."

, it’s okay to go back and get some silver to exchange for it yourself.”

"I, all my money has been stolen and I have no money. My home is not in Fucheng. You don't let me chase the thief who stole my money bag, so what's the matter?"

Seeing that he couldn't escape, the mature man, who was also very bachelor, spread out his hands, looking like he had nothing to do with me.

"Tie them up and send them directly to Master Chen."

He was a bachelor, and the shopkeeper was no longer polite to him. After hearing this, he turned around and gave an order, and then immediately ordered the waiter standing next to the strong man: "The meal he owes is enough to cover half a year of hard labor. You go.

Ask those who have to do hard labor and ask whoever is willing to give money in exchange for hard labor. Send the money quickly."

"Hard labor?"

Or a full half year of hard labor?

The middle-aged man who originally thought he was going to have to go to jail for a few days was dumbfounded. The waiter was about to run away and quickly shouted: "Don't, don't go."

"Do you have any money?" The waiter stopped and turned around and asked.

"If you have money, don't be nagging, just give it to me as soon as possible." The shopkeeper also urged.

"No, I really don't have any money left. In this case, this money will be considered as what I owe. I'll write you an IOU, and I'll send it to you tomorrow if you have it. How about giving me six taels of silver?"

The strong man changed his previous arrogance and smiled condescendingly at the shopkeeper.

"This store does not provide credit."

The shopkeeper was impatient, thinking about the previous owner and the new owner who didn't know who he was, and they were both watching at this moment.

But something bad happened just now.

If he couldn't deal with it quickly and properly, wouldn't it be a disgrace and a loss of fortune?

Holding his breath in his heart, the shopkeeper hated the strong man in front of him who obviously wanted to eat the King's meal and said coldly.

"I, then, I'll pledge my nephew to the total."

The strong man saw something wrong with the shopkeeper's face, and it was obvious that he was unwilling. He was afraid, fearing that he would really be sent to hard labor----

Who doesn't know that it's no joke? It's hard work that can really kill you.

At that moment, he didn't dare to delay any longer, and shouted again: "If you don't want to give up the mortgage, I can sell him to you. My nephew is fifteen years old, and he is very strong. He can hold up two strong men."

It’s for labor. I only need ten taels of silver, so you won’t lose anything, right?”

As he said this, fearing that the shopkeeper would still be unwilling, the strong man shouted at the door: "You bastard, are you deaf or mute? I'm about to be arrested and forced to do hard labor just before your eyes. Why don't you hurry up?"

Come in neatly?"

"You can't sell me. I only promised your family that I would provide medical treatment to my mother, and then I would adopt your deceased eldest brother as a son and inherit the legacy of your eldest brother. But I never promised you to sell me."

Following the shouts of the strong man, a young man with a sallow complexion, malnutrition, and who looked to be around fourteen or fifteen years old slowly walked into the restaurant and said with an indifferent expression.

Lei Jing?.

Meng Xuan