Heaven-defying Shuangjue arrogant concubine

Chapter 1125
The boss said that this time she put enough ingredients in the meat buns, and she will definitely let them sleep at grandma's house without seeing the rising sun tomorrow.

"Boss, they've all finished eating, each of them ate two large plates, and they really enjoyed eating."

In the kitchen, the waiter's voice sounded excitedly from inside.

"Well, it's done well." A woman's delicate and charming voice sounded. "Tell the brothers, eat and drink enough to rest, and listen to my orders at night."

"Yes."

"No one came for a few days. It seems that two big fish were loaded at once today." The woman murmured and returned to her room on the second floor from the secret passage.

She has opened a shop here for seven or eight years. Although it is a black shop, she also has her own principles.

If they are ordinary people who come to seek refuge with relatives, she can let them live for free, but for local tyrants who wear gold and silver like this, or merchants who travel north and south to do business, she doesn't believe that their money will be so clean?

Which one is not squeezed and deprived from the poor people.

So by killing them, she is doing justice for the heavens and seeking justice for the people.

People in this world, the poor are very poor and have nothing to eat; the rich are very rich, and they eat fish and meat every day, which is not fair at all.

The hard work of the common people has received meager rewards; the rich people can make a lot of money every day by talking about it.

So, what is fair in this world?

The knife in her hands is justice and fairness.

If she had realized this earlier, her father would not have been beaten to death by the rich man, and her mother would not have been exhausted to death.

Now, there is only her alone in this world, who is jealous of the rich and hates the rich. She doesn't like anyone with a little money. She has to chop off his meat to make buns and feed his bones to the dogs. Solution to hatred.

Then the silver taels looted from the deceased were shared with several people in the shop.

The few of them were bullied since they were young, or they were all children of poor families whose parents died, so they walked together and did things that others dared not do.

In my room on the second floor, drinking some wine, I sat and waited for Zi Shi to arrive.

The Great Elder returned to his room, looked around, and realized in his heart that there are organs everywhere, if he wants to sleep well, he can only sleep on a stool.

Then he put the two stools side by side, with his head and feet on the stools, and the middle was suspended, and he lay there and fell asleep.

Sikong Gang, who was next door to him, was tossing and turning on the bed, unable to fall asleep. If Uncle Fang didn't speak clearly, he always felt that his heart was blocked.

He already knew what midnight was. Could something happen in the middle of the night?

He didn't know the answer now, and he couldn't sleep anyway, so he just waited.

Lie on the bed and sigh, sit up and do nothing, lie down and can't fall asleep.So repeatedly, finally not sleepy and tired.

In a daze, he felt that when he was about to fall asleep, he heard a sound under the bed with his ears pressed against the bed.

I wanted to get up and open it to take a look, but suddenly remembered Uncle Fang's advice, if I want to know the answer, I can only cooperate, and then continue to doze off.

The woman who was drinking wine on the second floor just now had come to the bottom of the tunnel, holding a rope in her hand. The other end of the rope happened to be tied to the wooden plank under the bed in Sikong Gang's room.

(End of this chapter)