Ma San knelt on the ground, with a big bump on his head. The hot tea was scorching him, and his whole face turned red.

Being scolded and scolded, he knelt on the ground, trembling and begging for mercy: "Master, no one expected that that boy Mo Yu could actually invite the officers and soldiers of the government office. As soon as our people went there, they all arrested them."

"Who are our people?"

Jiang Chengyun's eyes flashed with cold light, "You regard those gangsters in Jiangcheng as our people, have you been kicked in the head by a donkey?"

Ma San's face was red and he didn't dare to say a word when being questioned.

Jiang Chengyun sat behind his desk, put his hand to his nose, and took a deep breath into the aromatherapy stick in his palm.

A breath of fresh fragrance was breathed into his lungs, and he slowly closed his eyes. When the fragrance calmed down the anxious mood in his heart, he kowtowed and said slowly: "Don't underestimate a girl."

"A Jiang Meng was brought into the government office by her and lost his life. Even Luo Hong was sent to prison because of her. If his wife hadn't protected him, he might still be in the dungeon."

"A street gangster or a government official cannot defeat a silly girl from Fu'an Village. She must have her own uniqueness."

"Either she is great herself, or the people behind her are great."

When he was reminded, Ma San suddenly raised his head and said firmly: "Sir, Xia Qianqian is now a student of Zhuxian College, Mo Yu is the teacher, and Mr. Liu is the dean. Not long ago, Yu Yinghua returned to the Yu family, and Mr. Liu and Mr.

Xia Qianqian single-handedly facilitated this. You said there must be a connection."

"Mo Yu!" Jiang Chengyun muttered through gritted teeth, "He has stretched out his hand far enough to want to interfere with my Jiang family's affairs. Hmph, I must give you a warning."

Ma Sanyi became interested and pricked up his ears to wait for the master's instructions.

Jiang Chengyun took another deep breath of the aromatherapy in his palm, suddenly curled his lips and said coldly: "You said that Xia Qianqian is not married yet?"

"Yes!"

"Tomorrow, you will send someone to propose marriage and let her be my eighth concubine."

"Ah?" Ma San was stunned for a moment and didn't react.

Jiang Chengyun said to himself: "The unchanging rule for conquering women is to get married and slowly wear it out. No matter how fierce your temper is, the edges will be worn away."

"Yes!"

……

Early the next morning, villagers from nearby villages went to work on Chashan Mountain as scheduled. Unexpectedly, they were stopped by the Jiang family's servants as soon as they reached the entrance of the mountain.

"Go, we don't need laborers in our tea plantation now." The servant waved his hand impatiently, signaling these people to leave quickly.

"No, we came to work yesterday." Some villagers retorted.

"Go to work?"

The servant sneered and said: "Yesterday, I sent back the tea leaves you picked. After a special inspection, I found that your hands were too rough. There were many broken leaves, broken leaves, and good high-end tea leaves. All the good high-end tea leaves were sold cheaply.

Not much money."

"Impossible, we are very careful when picking." Some villagers argued, "Then how are our wages calculated?"

"Salary, you guys who don't know the difference between good and bad, still dare to ask for salary."

The servant pointed his finger at everyone and scolded everyone, "My master is kind, even if I don't let you pay the money, you still dare to ask for wages."

While they were talking, the Jiang family servants picked up sticks and beat everyone.

Pity these people, they worked from dawn to dusk for several days and were exhausted, but in the end they got a good beating.

Everyone was angry, but there was nothing they could do.

When they were about to turn around and leave, one of them gritted his back teeth and rushed forward to argue: "Why do you say that the tea we picked is defective? We didn't say that when we handed over the tea yesterday."

"We all picked according to the specifications, and there is absolutely no problem."

He argued with reason, and when the others saw this, they also asked their souls: "Your Jiang family has deducted wages from workers, not once or twice. We have worked for five days, why don't we get a single copper penny?"

Everyone's emotions are like a sleeping volcano. The magma has been gathering and rolling inside, accumulating energy. Once it encounters an inducement or a pressure opportunity, it will explode all of a sudden.

When one person dared to stand up and speak, the others stopped being silent and began to stand up and resist, "pay us back our wages."

If the Jiang family hadn't insisted on them, if they had gone to work for the Xia family, they would have received their wages yesterday.

Thinking like this, regret accompanied by dissatisfaction finally inspired these people's masculinity.

"Give us wages."

"Give us back our wages."

"The black-hearted Jiang family maliciously defaults on our wages."

"..."

Everyone raised their arms and shouted, the momentum was overwhelming.

The servants of the Jiang family have done many things to bully others. Now that they see the workers daring to resist, they naturally cannot tolerate them.

Soon, they were armed with sticks and rushed over to beat him.

These workers did not receive wages and were beaten severely, which made them furious for a while.

"Why should you beat us? We won't accept it."

Someone shouted loudly, then took the wooden stick from the servant's hand and beat it back.

Soon, a fierce scuffle broke out between servants and workers at the foot of the mountain.

The soldiers patrolling the riverside found out in time, arrested both parties, and escorted them to Jiangcheng Government Office.

On the road from Fu'an Village to Jiangcheng, Xia Qianqian opened the curtain of her car, looked at the people with bruises and swollen faces on the road, and said: "This plan is a bit lose-lose!"

"To find fault with the Jiang family, there always needs to be an opportunity."

While flipping through the books in his hand, Ji Zimo said in a deep voice: "Let Cao Ran handle the matter. If we investigate it openly, we can always find out something."

Xia Qianqian put down the car curtain and leaned against the carriage, "By the way, I want to check the business dealings between the Jiang family and the Yu family. Mr. Yu was kicked out of the house again. I will go to the college later. I don't know how to explain to her?"

Ji Zimo frowned slightly: "The Yu family and the Jiang family have been feuding for a long time. It's best for you not to get involved, so as not to get into trouble."

This girl is becoming more and more bold now. If no one gives her a heads up, she will rush around recklessly alone, in case of crisis...

At some point, he suddenly became worried about her safety...

An hour later, the Qingzheng carriage stopped at the gate of Zhuxian Academy, and Xia Qianqian jumped out of the car.

She wanted to visit the small shop first, but unexpectedly a group of people gathered around her.

At the head of the crowd is an old woman dressed in a colorful dress.

The hairpins and beads on her head were trembling wildly as she walked, and they were in danger of falling off at any time.

As soon as she saw Xia Qianqian, she immediately relaxed her eyebrows, waved the handkerchief in her hand, twisted her waist and came forward, "This girl, is this Xia Qianqian, Miss Xia?"

Xia Qianqian raised her eyelids and glanced at her with a wary expression, "This old mother is..."

"My old mother is the most famous matchmaker in Jiangcheng East Street!"
Chapter completed!