Spatial Peasant Girl: These Mad Darlings Are Delicate and Gullible

She said it matter-of-factly: "Mother, you know that Ruyi Cloth Shop has started selling the cerebellar ax you embroidered earlier in the past two days. But today when I was walking around on the street, I saw that a nearby cloth shop was also selling it. ”

"Normally it shouldn't be. Even if they follow the pattern of Ruyi Cloth Shop, they won't be so fast. And do you know that those people behave in the same way as Tianxiang Tower, and they all deliberately lower the prices, unlike Ruyi Cloth Shop? It’s the opposite.”

Mrs. Song didn't care at first, but after listening to her daughter talking, she slowly remembered that Aunt Ning had come uninvited, sneaked into their house uninvited, and even opened her door.

Seeing that Mrs. Song's hand movements stopped unconsciously, Xiaoxiao added the last flame: "When I went to Ruyi Cloth Shop today, Shopkeeper Liu was very angry. He was determined to find the person who leaked the trick. , a severe punishment sounds quite serious."

Mrs. Song's heart was pounding so fast, she thought, although the second younger brother and sister usually mix a lot, they shouldn't be such a mess, right?

But deep down, she was getting more and more worried.

In the county town at this time, the shopkeeper of Tianxianglou was sitting on the second floor looking at the account books. The business of the sour bamboo shoots was so good in the first few days when it was launched that he narrowed his eyes with a smile. However, for some reason, the people who ordered the sour bamboo shoots started to appear. The less.

Little did he know that most of the diners in the past few days went there because the dishes at Tianxianglou were high imitations of Wuxiangju and the prices were cheaper - but these two conditions must be met at the same time before the diners would feel that they were taking advantage. , after eating it, they found that it was not the same thing, and the taste of Tianxianglou sour bamboo shoots was weird and hard to swallow. They would only wonder for a day or two, after too many times, how could there be any reason to be taken advantage of?

Just as he was wondering, shopkeeper Lei saw the boy's complicated expression and asked him to go to the kitchen.

Because no one ordered it, the sauce jar containing sour bamboo shoots was placed alone in the corner. Shopkeeper Lei couldn't help but cover his nose as soon as he asked someone to open it. After opening it with the chefs for inspection, he kicked it over with his feet. Jiangtan: "Okay, what a Ning Fengcai, what a Ning family!"

The smell of bamboo shoots is not right, but the key is that the contents in the jar have become moldy! If the guests eat this, won't their restaurant be destroyed by the guests?

There was also a boy who was adding fuel to the fire: "No wonder one family sells bamboo shoots to two families. It turns out they deliberately framed us! Could it be that they colluded with Wuxiangju?"

Shopkeeper Lei felt that what he said made sense, but after walking back and forth in the kitchen for two times, he finally felt that he could not confidently approach Wuxiangju, so he slapped the table: "The Ning family is so brave!"

Not long after, the door of the Ning family's old house was kicked open as smoke started to rise. Several fierce and strong men with wooden sticks in their hands smashed it down with a wave of their hands.

Mrs. Ning screamed: "Who are you! What are you doing!"

Old man Ning immediately hugged his cigarette pole and shouted with bluff: "Aren't you afraid that if you break into a private house like this, we will report you to the official?"

The leader of the strong men was named Wang Biao. He put the wooden stick on his shoulder, put his hand on it, and took out a deed from his arms with a nonchalant look: "Report to the official, okay?"

He pointed to a line on the deed: "Today, a farmer, Ning Youcai, sells sour bamboo shoots to Tianxiang Tower at a price of 180 cents per jar... If Ning Fengcai provided sour bamboo shoots, they did not meet the requirements of Tianxiang Tower. , shall be compensated ten times.”

He said to Ning Youcai, who had been punched several times and whose face was already swollen: "What are our demands? No need to tell you anymore, right?" Then he asked the boys to carry up a sauce jar with half a jar left, and pressed Ning The talented head pressed him in: "You can step on the horse and smell it yourself. Is this the smell we want?"

There was a sour and rotten smell in the sauce vat. The smell outside was unbearable. Ning Feng was soaked in sauce and spit it out.

Wang Biao stepped on him again and cursed angrily: "Is this food for people to eat?"