"But you are injured, I am even more sad. You are more important than the omen." Lamei was still feeling sorry for Sister Haitang.
"The most important thing in doing business is credibility. Once we break our trust, it will be difficult for us to gain a foothold in the future."
Wintersweet generally understood.
"This Zhengyang Buzhuang is too vicious!" Lamei clenched her fists, filled with hatred.
"If they fail to burn the cloth this time, I'm afraid they may have more ruthless means to deal with us. We all need to be careful." Haitang reminded.
Zhengyang Buzhuang.
The waiter knelt in front of the boss, his face covered with dust, and the cloth covering his thighs was blown up and bleeding...
He has been complaining about the ins and outs for several hours.
"I asked you to burn cloth, but you set yourself on fire instead? If you fail to succeed, you will fail." The owner of Zhengyang Cloth Shop flicked the dust off his body.
"Boss, you don't know. This woman is like a tigress, with a ferocious look. She took the hairpin and stabbed it into my injured thigh without even thinking about it. You can't imagine how violent it is, and you don't know what my legs are like."
When will I be fully recovered?" The man held his thigh and felt sorry for himself.
"Okay, I've said it seven or eight times, it's not caused by my own uselessness." The boss glanced at his wound, and it was indeed cruel.
"She stabbed me and blew me up. This is a slap in your face. I am yours." The clerk tried his best to fight for his own interests. He wished that the boss would get rid of Bai Haitang and give him a reward.
hatred.
"You said she threw a few mud balls at you and you were blown up like this?" the boss wondered.
"Yes, that thing is not big, but as soon as it hit the ground, it was like a pot exploding with a bang. It's all thanks to my ancestors that I can come back alive." The man sobbed, feeling a little scared thinking about this.
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"You go down and recuperate. The medicine money is on the counter. I have a way to deal with it." The boss sent the boy away and began to think.
Burning your cloth is a warning to you to stay away from the county and not to steal my business.
Now that you don't know how to show appreciation, don't blame me for being rude.
The foundation of a dyeing workshop lies in dyes. I destroyed your dyes, how do you still steal my business and my territory? Fight with me to the end, girl, you can gain weight for a few years.
The boss of Zhengyang Buzhuang already has a plan in mind.
Haitang and Lamei returned to Qiaotou Village in the afternoon, and asked Lamei to give one beggar's chicken to his parents, and asked Tian Niu to give the other to her mother-in-law.
Lamei didn't want to eat chicken, so she helped Begonia to the place where the dumb girl from Ranfang lived.
Seeing that Haitang's face was pale and she couldn't even walk straight, the mute girl also came in to see if she needed help.
Haitang didn't think that the mute girl was an outsider. Only these three people knew about this matter today.
Lamei put down the medicine and took off Haitang's clothes. The clothes on her back were burned together with the skin and flesh, and they melted together, making her heart skip a beat.
Haitang was lying on the bed, and Wintersweet was about to make some medicine, but saw the mute girl taking the medicine, looking at each one carefully, smelling it, and then waving her hands repeatedly.
"Did the doctor prescribe the wrong medicine?" Lamei said.
Seeing that Haitang and Wintersweet didn't understand, the mute girl took out a pen and paper and drew three pictures.
The first picture shows a fire burning Begonia's back, the second picture shows it after applying medicine, and the third picture shows a palm-sized scar on its back.
"Are you saying that applying this medicine will leave scars?" Haitang guessed, and the mute girl nodded affirmatively.
Scars on a smooth back are something no girl wants, even though no one can see her back.