Spatial Peasant Girl: These Mad Darlings Are Delicate and Gullible

There are several sauce jars like this in the Tianxianglou kitchen. The sour bamboo shoots in them all have a strange smell. It was not obvious in the first two days after they were delivered. On the third day, people felt like vomiting after being smoked. Fortunately, the smell was strong, otherwise they would really eat this thing. After serving it to the guests, their restaurant wasn't destroyed by the diners?

After vomiting, Ning Fengcai looked confused: "No way, these sour bamboo shoots were obviously good when they were delivered, and your shopkeeper has tasted them too!"

Wang Biao didn't care about his sophistry and beat him up first to vent his anger. Old man Ning and Mrs. Ning on the side didn't dare to step forward to start a fight. Second Aunt Ning also held her stomach for fear of being affected and stayed in the room. When Aunt Ning and Uncle Ning heard the noise outside, they immediately locked the door and it was none of their business. It had to be said that the cold and ruthless behavior of the family in the old house was exactly the same.

Ning Feng was beaten until he was dizzy. As soon as he calmed down, he saw the strong men smashing other sauce jars in the yard with a stick. Suddenly, a sour and unpleasant smell rushed into his nose. Wang Biao asked people to compare the bamboo shoots they brought with those in the yard of the old house, and asked him, "What else do you have to say?"

The same black and moldy bamboo shoots, the same disgusting smell, Ning Fengcai really had nothing to say.

Wang Biao raised the deadly wooden stick again: "Tell me, did you collude with Wuxiangju and deliberately frame us?"

The frightened Ning Fengcai covered his face and rolled around. Wang Biao saw that he was almost intimidated, so he stepped on Ning Fengcai's back: "The price of ten times the sour bamboo shoots is eighteen taels, and we are so fragrant these days." The total loss of the building and the doctor's fee from the patient's stomach is almost fifty taels. If you are wise, please bring the money now or hand over the recipe for the sour bamboo shoots, otherwise, haha."

He hit Ning Fengcai on the leg with a stick, and the pain caused him to scream like a slaughtering pig: "Ah!! I don't have the recipe, it's my eldest brother, and these bamboo shoots are made by my eldest brother's house! I will take you there, I I'll take you to my elder brother for prescriptions!" He actually didn't even think about asking for compensation.

Wang Biao nodded with satisfaction and put away the stick: "Aren't you going to lead the way?"

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The Ning family father and son had just packed up their farm tools and planned to go to the fields to tend the seedlings after dinner. At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

Outside the door was a strong man whom no one recognized. Ning Fengnian, who went to open the door, turned his head in confusion and saw his second brother with a bruised nose and face, his second brother and sister who had their arms twisted behind them, and old man Ning and his wife who looked ugly.

"You are?"

Wang Biao ignored Ning Fengnian's question. He just glanced at the sauce vat in the yard of the big house, which was similar to the one in the old house. He hooked a stool with his feet and put it under his butt. Then he raised his hand and pointed: "Smash it for me!" According to his experience, people in these villages don't need to be intimidated, and they all become honest after being beaten.

With a "cang" sound, a pickle jar broke into pieces. Ning Fengnian and his two sons were a step too late. Then they immediately grabbed shovels and hoes and stood in front of the group of people: "Who dares!"

Xiaoxiao had already gone out from the back door to find a child when she saw that the visitor was unkind and asked him to run to the village chief quickly. When he heard the sound, he hurriedly ran back.

Looking at the father and son who were holding hoes and shovels in unison with a straight face, Wang Biao raised his eyebrows and raised his hand to point at Mrs. Song who had just walked out of the house. Immediately, a strong man walked towards Mrs. Song with ill intentions.

Everyone in the old house looked on coldly, indifferently, and there was even a sense of schadenfreude in their hearts that they were expecting the big house to be as unlucky as themselves.

Xiaoxiao stared, and stepped forward to pull Mrs. Song and was about to run to the kitchen, but Mrs. Song was already petrified and her steps were slower. Seeing that they were about to be caught, Xiaoxiao saw a shadow flashing past on the ground. Then I heard someone screaming behind me.