The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor

"Evidence? I've looked at that rice carefully, it's moldy rice, and you, a profiteer, still don't admit it?" The man was so angry that he became more and more unwilling to just let it go.

"So what if it's moldy rice? Who can prove that your rice was bought in my shop? Maybe you deliberately put mold in the rice and ate it deliberately to extort money from my family." The rice shop owner firmly refused. Admit it, no matter what you say, you won’t be able to fault it.

"Fuck you!" The man was so angry that he couldn't help but swore: "I don't lack that little money, so I would risk my son's life to come and blackmail you? You are so fucking big. !”

"You - you are the one fucking fart!" When someone scolded him for his age, the owner of the rice shop also became angry: "Get out, get out of here. If you want to sue the officials, just sue. I, Zhang Jixing, sit upright. Let me see if you can win."

As soon as the man heard this, he knew that even if he continued to make trouble, Mipu would not give him an explanation, but he could not bear to do so, so he put down his harsh words: "Just wait for me, I don't believe you Zhang Ji Mipu even has the government Don’t be afraid, I will sue the officials right away.”

After saying that, he waved his hand and went to the Yamen to file a complaint with his relatives and friends who came to help.

The owner of the rice shop looked at the running backs of those people and snorted nonchalantly. Seeing that the busy people were still not leaving, he impatiently waved them away: "Whatever you are looking at, go farther away. Don't delay my opening for business." .”

"I said Zhang Fugui, everyone has sued him. Are you really not afraid?" Someone asked the owner of the rice shop, Zhang Fugui, with suspicion of schadenfreude: "My dear, I heard that you bought it from a wealthy family at a low price." If you bought the old rice, could it be that the old rice was moldy and you sold it as good rice to that person just now?"

Others don't know, but he is a neighbor of the Zhang family. Zhang Ji's rice shop often sells old rice as new rice. Everyone in the area where they live knows this, so they would rather go further away than buy Zhang's rice.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Fugui's face became gloomy: "Stop talking nonsense to me. That's new rice that just came out this year. I bought it at a big price. If you dare to talk nonsense again, don't blame me for being rude." .”

The man curled his lips, made a sound and walked away. Anyway, if he doesn’t buy rice from the Zhang family, it doesn’t matter whether the Zhang family sells moldy rice or not.

A few people heard it, but they paid attention and thought that they would try not to come to Zhangji Rice Shop to buy rice in the future.

Mo Yan watched a huge drama between buyers and buyers, but unfortunately she could not see the end of the drama.

Xin'er asked enthusiastically: "Sister, do you think it was Zhang Ji Mi Shop who sold moldy rice, or did that person really want to extort money?"

Mo Yan touched her head and said, "Sister, I don't know either. What does Xin'er think the truth is?"

"Of course it's the rice shop owner who sells moldy rice. Which father would let his child eat moldy rice and almost die, and then go to the rice shop to extort money?" Xin'er stated her point of view with certainty.

Mo Yan smiled and said nothing.

There are many parents in this world who take advantage of their children to make profits, and it is not unheard of for them to exchange their children for food when they are fleeing. But Xin'er didn't see it with her own eyes, so she thought that all fathers were as loving as fathers and would not sacrifice their children for profit.

However, her views were similar to Xiner's. If the owner of the rice shop had no problem, the person watching the excitement would not say such words without reason. If that man wanted to extort money, he wouldn't really go to the government to sue.

Because he was watching the excitement, he delayed a little time. When he returned to Huixianju, Li Zhong was a little worried and was about to come out to find them.

Xin'er stepped forward and told what happened at the door of the rice shop. After hearing the words "Zhang Ji Mi Pu", Li Zhong's expression changed slightly, "The Zhang Ji Mi Pu you are talking about is the one by the river. street?"