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Chapter 55: Two child laborers were chased around by Zhao Heng
Because she had stolen many people's money bags, Zhou Niang was still unable to move even if A Bao threw mud balls at her, so she could only let those people come up and punch her.

Abao sat on Zhao Heng's shoulder, happily holding the money bag in his hand, and whispered in a low voice: "Dad, how many chickens should we buy?"

"Just two." Zhao Heng seemed to be in a good mood and replied patiently.

When A Bao heard this, he nodded his head obediently, but Wang Chunniang, who followed beside him, said with some disapproval: "Isn't two too few?"

Zhao Heng said: "There is no need to waste money."

Wang Chunniang had no choice but to listen to Zhao Heng.

"Chun Niang, go buy some chili peppers and make some chili oil when you go home." Zhao Heng said.

Wang Chunniang couldn't figure out what medicine Zhao Heng was selling in his gourd.

The family finally came to a stall and bought two majestic big roosters. Bao kept naughty and wanted to touch them, but was scared away by Zhao Heng's look.

After returning home, Zhao Heng started to kill chickens, and Wang Chunniang started to go to the kitchen to make chili oil. Lin Xiang looked at it, then turned to the yard to tidy up the Ning flowers and the wild flowers that had been planted before. I don’t know why, but these flowers and plants were It looks so good that it doesn't look like it was dug in the mountains. Instead, it looks like it was carefully cultivated in a greenhouse.

Lin Xiang thought about using the patterns of these flowers to embroider new products someday. In the past month, she had saved a lot of money by selling embroidery products and painting porcelain.

"Ating, I went out to water those flowers. You and Abao should not run around at home." Lin Xiang explained to the two of them.Then she carried the bucket and walked out of the courtyard.

Wang Chunniang was a very hard-working person. She also opened a small plot of land in front of Zhao's house as another small vegetable garden. Lin Xiang planted a circle of flowers around the vegetable garden. Lin Xiang bent down, holding a gourd and a gourd to start. Water those flowers.

However, because the Zhao family is right at the entrance of the village and by the bridge, there are many people coming and going. Whenever anyone passes by and sees Lin Xiang watering here, they will look at Lin Xiang and chatter. Whisper something.

Lin Xiang could not care at first, but as time went on, she almost ran away, carrying the bucket and ran into Zhao's yard, her back pressed against the wooden door, breathing heavily.

She panted for a while, then raised her head and moved her numb legs. When she raised her head, she saw A Bao and Jiang Ting staring directly at her.

"Ating." Just as Jiang Ting was about to hand his handkerchief to Lin Xiang, Zhao Heng had already called him: "Come here and kill the chicken."

Jiang Ting glanced at the chicken that had been soaked in the wooden basin and the other chicken that had not yet been slaughtered. He was stunned for a moment, as if he was wondering if his ears had heard it wrong.

"Uncle Zhao, I..." Jiang Ting glanced at the machete in Zhao Heng's hand, and his voice suddenly dropped.

"Come here." Zhao Heng's voice was irresistible.

Jiang Ting glanced at it and could only walk towards Zhao Heng honestly.

Zhao Heng squatted by the wooden basin and began to pluck the hair. Jiang Ting stood aside with a machete in hand, looking at Zhao Heng at a loss.

"What do you want me to do? Zai." Zhao Heng glanced at Jiang Ting.

When the big rooster saw Jiang Ting approaching, it opened its pointed beak and pecked at Jiang Ting.

"When you encounter danger, if you hesitate, you will put your life in the hands of others." Zhao Heng said without even looking at Jiang Ting, while plucking the chicken feathers.

Jiang Ting stood there holding the machete, and all he thought about was his mother being poisoned to death. He watched helplessly as his mother was poisoned to death, but there was nothing he could do.At that time, he had great hope that he would have the power to compete with them.

Thinking of this, Jiang Ting suddenly waved his hand. Abao stared with wide eyes and saw that the chicken head was swung down by Jiang Ting, and then... it flew onto Abao's shoes.

Abao shook the little tiger head on her shoes, and when she saw the bloody chicken head rolling down, she cried out and jumped on Zhao Heng's back.Jiang Ting: "..."

"Look at your courage. Don't tell me that you are Zhao Heng's daughter." Zhao Heng pushed Abao down in disgust and continued to pack the chickens.

"What are you doing standing there? Clean it up." Zhao Heng glanced at Jiang Ting.

Jiang Ting, a little child worker, was being bossed around by Zhao Heng. As for Abao, he just squatted next to the vegetable garden and played in the mud.

"Axiang, please wash these five-fingered peaches. Your brother said they will be used to stew soup." Wang Chunniang handed a handful of five-fingered peaches to Lin Xiang, then stood aside and started tinkering with the seasonings for the braised pork.

Lin Xiang nodded, but she was obviously a little out of sorts. But when she was about to cut with the kitchen knife, the knife deflected and cut directly on her hand.

"Axiang, please bandage it quickly." Wang Chunniang washed her hands and quickly found the medicine box. Jiang Ting was about to go into the kitchen to scoop out water when he saw Lin Xiang's hand full of blood.

"Aunt Xiang, you..." Jiang Ting put down the basin and hurried to Lin Xiang's side.

Lin Xiang said absently: "It's okay, Ating, I'm okay."

Jiang Ting looked into her eyes and saw only gray inside.

Zhao Heng asked Wang Chunniang to cook the two chickens separately. One chicken was braised using the braised duck recipe given by Liu Laoer, and the other chicken was stewed with five-finger peach soup. The taste was so fragrant that Bao almost wanted to eat it. My head got into the casserole.

"Daddy, daddy, give me a bowl, give me a bowl." A Bao hung on Zhao Heng's lap, staring at the casserole eagerly, almost writing the word "begging" on his face.

"Go aside." Zhao Heng ignored the little girl.

"Husband." Wang Chunniang brought over the prepared chili oil. Zhao Heng took it smoothly and began to take over the entire kitchen.

Abao was lying at the door, staring stupidly at Zhao Heng who was busy. She stretched out her little claws and grabbed Wang Chunniang's hand in confusion, and asked: "Mom, daddy can actually cook!"

Wang Chunniang rubbed A Bao's little head: "Your father knows too many things."

Zhao Xuan also brought Jiang Ting in to join in the fun. Seeing his father skillfully weighing the pot, he found something to say and asked Zhao Heng: "Dad, how did you deal with the group of bandits trapped in the deep forest? Last time. The king is trying to pin the reason for attracting the bandits on us."

"Keep it for now. It will be of great use in two days." Zhao Heng said without looking back: "It's time to pack up and eat. Zhao Abao, wash your paws a few more times. I just saw you petting the dog."

Abao shouted at the top of his lungs: "Dad, that's not a dog, it's a wolf!"

"Hurry up." Zhao Heng turned around, raised his foot and kicked Abao on the butt.

"After Daddy's eyes healed, he became more aggressive." Abao muttered.

The next second, she noticed that her forehead had been flicked: "Follow your father and wait for a good life."

Wang Chunniang stood at the door, looking at the slight smile on the man's face, she couldn't help but laugh happily.

Yes, it's time for everyone to take a look at how powerful her man is.

(End of this chapter)