Space peasant girl: madly criticizing Xianggong for being weak and bullying

Chapter 87 Is it the taste we want?
She said it in a serious way: "Mother, do you know that Ruyi Cloth Shop has started to sell the cerebellum ax you embroidered earlier, but when I was wandering in the street today, I saw that a cloth shop next to it was also selling it." gone."

"Supposedly it shouldn't be, even if they learned from Ruyi Cloth Village, they wouldn't be so fast, and you know, those people behaved similarly to Tianxianglou, they deliberately lowered the price, and they didn't like Ruyi Cloth Village. Go ahead and do it."

Mrs. Song didn't care at first, but after listening to her daughter talking, she slowly remembered that Second Aunt Ning came uninvited, sneaked into their house again, and opened the door of her room.

Seeing that Mrs. Song's hands stopped unconsciously, Xiaoxiao added another last blow: "When I went to Ruyi Cloth Village today, shopkeeper Liu was very angry, and he decided to find out the person who leaked the trick , severely punished, it sounds serious."

Mrs. Song's heart was pounding, she thought, although the second sibling is a bit of a mess at ordinary times, they shouldn't be like this, right?
But deep down, she was getting more and more worried.

At this time in the county town, the shopkeeper of Tianxianglou was sitting on the second floor looking at the ledger. The business in the first few days when the sour bamboo shoots were launched was so good that he squinted his eyes. less.

He didn't know that most of the diners went to Tianxianglou because the dishes of Wuxiangju were high-quality imitations and the price was cheaper-but the two conditions must be met at the same time, and the diners will feel that they have taken advantage of it. , After eating it, they found that it was not a thing, and the taste of the sour bamboo shoots in Tianxianglou was weird and hard to swallow. They would only wonder for a day or two.
Just as he was wondering, the shopkeeper Lei saw the boy with a complicated expression and invited him to the kitchen.

Because no one ordered, the sauce jar with sour bamboo shoots was left alone in the corner. The shopkeeper Lei couldn't help covering his nose as soon as someone opened it. After opening it with the chefs for inspection, he kicked it over. Sauce jar: "Okay, what a Ning Fengcai, what a Ning family!"

The taste of the bamboo shoots is not right or the second, the key is that the things in the jar have gone moldy and spoiled!If the guests eat this, won't their restaurant be overthrown by the guests?
On the other hand, there was a servant who added fuel to the fire: "No wonder one family sells two bamboo shoots, so they deliberately framed us! Could it be that they colluded with Wuxiangju?"

Shopkeeper Lei felt that what he said was reasonable, but after walking back and forth in the kitchen, he finally felt that he could not approach Wuxiangju with confidence, so he slapped the table and said, "The Ning family is so brave!"

Not long after, the door of the Ning family's old house that had just risen from the cooking smoke was kicked open, and several fierce and strong men smashed it with wooden sticks in their hands.

Granny Ning screamed: "Who are you! What are you doing!"

Old man Ning immediately hugged his cigarette stick, and bluffed and shouted: "Aren't you afraid that we will report to the government if you break into a private house like this?"

The head of the brawny men was Wang Biao. He put the wooden stick on his shoulders, put his hands on it, and took out a contract from his arms with a foolish look: "Report to the official, okay."

He pointed to a line of words on the contract: "Today, a farmer Ning Youcai sold the sour bamboo shoots at Tianxianglou at the price of 180 liters per pot... If the sour bamboo shoots provided by Ning Fengcai did not meet the requirements of Tianxianglou, you must get it." Ten times the compensation."

He punched Ning Youcai, whose face was already swollen after being punched a few times, and said, "What is our request, don't tell you any more?" The talented head pushed him in: "You smell it yourself, is this the smell we want?"

There was a sour and rotten smell in the sauce jar, and the smell outside was unbearable, so Ning Feng was soaked in the sauce, and even spit it out.

Wang Biao stomped him in again, cursing angrily, "Is this something people eat?"

(End of this chapter)