Mu Yunhan sat in the shop for a long time and drank two pots of herbal tea. His head and face were still hot.
Meng Jia, Meng Jia, looks like a madman, but every move makes people very afraid.
Each of these noble sons from aristocratic families is not a fuel-efficient lamp.
For example, Gu Yilan, for example, Murong, both wear a fake skin in front of others, but reveal their fierce looks behind them.
But so what?
If she wants to return to the capital and get close to Murong and Gu Yilan, she needs an excellent helper.
This help may come from Meng Jia.
Mu Yunhan picked up a pen and wrote a receipt, indicating that he had received a deposit of five hundred taels for Yejiaoteng. He wrote another note and told Mu Tiechui: "Send it to the merchant's drug store and hand it to Thirteenth Niang. Then.
Go to this place and give it to a girl named Xiaomi."
Half an hour later, Mu Tiechui came back and said, "Sister, Thirteenth Mother asked me to tell you that it's not a big deal, so you can just rest assured. That person committed sins over time, not on a whim."
So, Qing Fu’s tongue was cut off not just because she was rude to her and Thirteen Niang?
There are a lot of scandals in the aristocratic family. With Meng Jia's status, the people around him may be the eyes and ears sent by political opponents.
After confirming that it had nothing to do with him, Mu Yunhan put the matter behind him. When Xiaomi came over, he ordered Bai Wuwei to look at the shop and called Mu Tiechui to go out.
There is a cluster of low and dilapidated houses in the north of the city, where poor families live together.
Mrs. Wang was squatting in a large courtyard, sweating profusely and burning the stove.
There was a chipped iron pot on the stove. The rice porridge was tumbling in the pot, with a few green vegetable leaves and some minced meat floating on it.
The landlord's bachelor son, who was in his thirties, squatted aside and looked at her breasts and waist openly.
Wang felt secretly resentful, cursed and kicked the wooden basin next to her hard.
The landlord's son was not angry when the dirty water in the basin splashed on him. He chuckled and touched Wang's feet: "Sister, does it hurt? Brother, let me rub it for you..."
Being so close, the smell of sweat, feet and bad breath from his body rushed towards him, making Wang almost vomit.
She kicked the opponent angrily, swung the fire stick, and cursed loudly: "If you dare to move your hands or feet again, I will break your pig's trotters!"
The courtyard was filled with all kinds of people. The women looked on numbly, while the men winked, said obscene words, and laughed loudly at the landlord's son.
The words were so unpleasant that the landlord's son became angry and said loudly: "Why are you pretending! You bitch that no one wants, I regard you as your blessing!"
Wang was not easy to bully. He hit him with a stick and scolded in a sharp voice: "Try to curse again? The toad wants to eat the swan meat. Oops!"
Everyone burst into laughter. The landlord's son became furious and reached for the fire stick. During the struggle, he pinched Wang's body a few times, leaving a few dark finger prints.
Mrs. Wang screamed "Ouch", picked up the kitchen knife from the side, and slashed at it like crazy: "I will fight with you..."
A foot stretched out and tripped her to the ground. The kitchen knife fell far away and was out of reach.
The landlord's son grabbed her hair and blatantly put his hand inside her clothes. The men made loud noises. Wang was so ashamed and angry that she could only curse.
Suddenly, a thin hand grabbed the man's hand, and a clear female voice was calm and full of murderous intent: "Let go!" (To be continued)