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Chapter 290: Daydreaming

When Zhang Hugua heard that he was the director of the pavilion, he was really frightened.

Seeing the situation, Zhang Digua added more fire and said: "At that time, it will not only be you, but also your wife, son and daughter will be imprisoned. I am thinking about you, so I advise you like this. You should take good care of it."

After the work is done, there is still money to get. Where can you earn twenty taels of silver? If you don't appreciate it and ask the chief of the pavilion to come forward personally. At that time, the elder brother can't save you. What should you do? You think about it yourself.

clear!"

Zhang Hugua was originally frightened by the pavilion chief, but when he heard Zhang Digua's "I'm good for you" tone and his nostrils turned upward, the knot in his mind suddenly jumped.

Where can I earn it?

Twenty taels, twenty taels, if it weren't for you two bastards, would he not have twenty taels?

At that moment, Zhang Hugua hit Zhang Digua in the face with his fist.

How could Zhang Digua not fight back when being beaten?

Ever since, the two brothers started fighting out of control.

If Wang Dali and others in the workshop hadn't heard the commotion and rushed out to start a fight, the two of them would have been more successful than this.

Everyone knows what happened next.

Zhang Hugua didn't say anything else, just pointed at Zhang Digua, and complained angrily to Old Deng: "Mother, do you understand clearly? Look, is the third brother still a human being? He is helping outsiders to scheme against Aunt Yuan's family, and he is still dragging him along.

I went into the water, but I refused, and he threatened to have the chief of the pavilion arrest me and take me to the town hall to jail me!"

When Old Deng heard this, he couldn't help but glared at Zhang Digua several times. How could such a shameless person be so careless?

"You said it was the pavilion director who wanted this recipe from your Aunt Yuan's family? Who is he, the pavilion director, and how did he get to know you? Do you know what your Aunt Yuan's family is doing to make sweet potato food? It's more reliable for you to be the leader. You can't even think of your own brother.

You’re all scared! If you have nothing to do all day long and do all these useless things, I don’t think you want to open that grocery store anymore, right? It’s better to sell it as soon as possible to avoid defeat at your hands!”

Zhang Hugua had been holding it in. Now after hearing what Old Deng said, he hurriedly complained: "Mom, you don't know yet, we can't sell it in the grocery store. It's not my father's name. The third brother was so evil back then."

Be careful, you are not being honest with me. When the shop passed the paperwork, it was the third brother’s name written on it! We can’t make the decision!”

"What?" Old Deng glared, "Is it your third brother's name?"

Boy, after all these years, who would have thought?

Old Mrs. Deng quickly took a look into the back room. He was not asleep and was listening.

I didn’t know what to do. I was thinking about taking care of it for my son, but when I bought a shop, my son was on guard. His name was written on the title transfer.

Tsk tsk.

She had never entertained the thought of getting a bargain from that shop, and now that she knew what was going on, well, she wasn't angry at all.

They say that raising children prevents them from getting old, but they weren’t even old yet, so they didn’t have to worry about it!

That old guy must be so angry.

What a good son.

One is better than the other!

Zhang Digua was a little embarrassed when Zhang Hugua exposed this matter in front of outsiders, and quickly added: "This shop was originally named after me, and my father also agreed to it. Originally, he sent my eldest brother to study and gave me the shop.

, this is all arranged by dad for us, my name is on the shop, how normal is this? Why should the fourth child make such a fuss and file a complaint? "

Anyway, my father is mute now, so I can’t let him speak?

Old Mrs. Deng groaned and was too lazy to talk to him about this. He just said: "Your Aunt Yuan and Aqiu are here today. You have been trying to figure this out for so many days. Let me explain it clearly today.

If you don’t have a good son, if you dare to make some crooked rumors, don’t blame me for disowning your son, and don’t come back to this family!"

Zhang Digua laughed, "Why do you think I care about these crooked people? Mom, my son is a serious person helping people negotiate business. That person and the pavilion chief are serious relatives. This is true! The fourth child said that I was plotting against Yuan.

Aunt, this is such an injustice!

Aren't I just worrying about Aunt Yuan's family plans? If it were anyone else, would I worry about this?

It's such a long way back and forth to this town, isn't it really tiring?

Your boss is determined to get this recipe. If I don't come forward, he will designate someone to send. By then, there is something he can't control. What if Aunt Yuan'er and Aqiu are hurt?

How can we, the common people, fight against the dignified pavilion chief? I am doing this all for the good of Aunt Yuan’s family!"

After saying that, he looked at Song Qiu and said: "Really, Ah Qiu, I won't lie to you. Your boss is eyeing you and wants to make your prescription. If you don't give it, he will stumbling upon you.

It's not something you can afford. It's just you and Aunt Yuan. Human beings are important. Why hurt yourself for this recipe?

Let's do it this way, I'll give you forty taels of silver, and you sell me this recipe, and your boss will be able to do the work for you, and I won't do anything bad to you. You've also earned forty taels of silver, haven't you?"

Forty taels of silver is quite a lot.

Well, your boss gave him ten taels, and he still has ten taels left. Earning ten taels, being appreciated by your boss, and being able to meet the chief of the pavilion is pretty good.

When Zhang Digua came out, Old Deng looked hesitant. Then he looked at the guy who was paying for the money, and he looked upright.

Old Mrs. Deng hurriedly turned to look at Song Qiu, a little worried, "Ah Qiu, why is your boss really so powerful? He is related to the pavilion chief?"

Those sweet potatoes are strange. They are made like noodles and are called vermicelli. She just looks at it, but they just started making it yesterday. How come your boss knows that this thing can be sold for money, and he still pays forty taels?

Are you here to buy a son?

If we are really related to the pavilion chief, they really can't afford to offend ordinary people!

Song Qiu, who sold 500 taels of dried chili recipe in one go, looked down upon this mere 40 taels of silver.

You want to buy her vermicelli recipe for forty taels of silver?

Tsk, that’s outrageous!

Song Qiu first comforted the two grandmothers and told them not to worry, then looked at Zhang Digua and said with a smile: "I thought Uncle Digua was bribing Uncle Hugua and threatening Uncle Hugua, just to make a fool of himself.

The fooled Uncle Hugua is helping you steal the prescription. It turns out that your boss is planning to pay for it? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

When Zhang Digua heard this, he thought it was a good idea. If he had told me earlier, he would have paid for it earlier. As for running around for so many days, he was really exhausted.

But what about stealing a recipe? He wouldn't admit it.

"Well, isn't it because I'm afraid that you won't sell it, Ah Qiu, so I'm thinking of asking your Uncle Hugua to make peace with me?"

"Ah Qiu, you are willing to sell it. It's a good idea. Well, the forty-tael banknotes here are all from Wantong Bank. They are absolutely genuine. Please order them."

Song Qiu looked at the banknote that was delivered to him. Suddenly, his face turned pale and he sneered,

"Is your boss just daydreaming, or Uncle Digua, are you just daydreaming? You want to buy my recipe for forty taels of silver?"

Zhang Digua:......

The gesture of holding the banknote and waiting for someone to take it is to accept or not to accept it.

"Aqiu, what do you mean? It's forty taels! Isn't that too little?"

You can buy a house with a backyard in the town for forty taels of silver!

Who are you leaving here to despise?


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