The fierce peasant wife came to make a fortune

Chapter 60
Miao Dafu naturally didn't doubt it, because the shopkeeper also came to see Miao Xiaoyan a few times, and it was obvious how much the shopkeeper liked Miao Xiaoyan.

After working for more than half an hour, even if all the fish were divided out, several people were so busy that they were all wet.

"Uncle Zhang, are you tired?" Miao Dafu asked with a smile.

"It's okay!" Uncle Zhang lifted his skirt and wiped his forehead.

Miao Xiaoyan walked into the kitchen, wrapped a few brown sugar steamed buns in a piece of paper, handed them to Uncle Zhang, and said, "Uncle Zhang, I steamed these steamed buns last night, take them home and try them!"

"Swallow, I'm almost ashamed of you always bringing me things like this."

"You are willing to stay and help us, we don't know how to thank you!" Miao Xiaoyan laughed.

"I didn't help you for nothing, I got paid." Uncle Zhang said shyly.

Miao Dafu also said, "Uncle Zhang, just take it, anyway, so many swallows have been steamed, you can't finish them."

"Hey, that's all right!" Uncle Zhang accepted the steamed buns.

Seeing that the business is getting better and better, Miao Xiaoyan feels that her eyes are bright.

Just when Miao Xiaoyan was full of hope for her future life, an accident happened.

At noon that day, Miao Dafu went back to the village, and Xiaoque and Xiaobao also went to the private school. Miao Xiaoyan was just about to boil a pot of boiling water to bring into the hall, when there was a knock on the door.

"Open the door! Open the door!" The door slammed loudly.

Miao Xiaoyan frowned, put a pot of boiling water at the entrance of the hall, answered, "Here we are," and went out to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, two men rushed in, one was a middle-aged man and the other was a young man, each holding a wooden stick in his hand.

"What do you want to do?" Miao Xiaoyan saw that they were holding sticks, and the visitors were not friendly, so she retreated to the side of the hall without a trace.

"What do you want to do? You stole our business, what do you think we want to do?" One of the middle-aged men said in a nasty voice with his eyes wide open.

"What business did I steal from you?" Miao Xiaoyan raised her head in confusion and asked, although she was afraid in her heart, she couldn't lose to them in terms of momentum.

"Do you know who we are?" the middle-aged man asked angrily.

"Father, stop talking to her and talk about it after you smash it!" The young man was young and vigorous, and he swung his stick and smashed it.

"Stop!" Miao Xiaoyan yelled angrily when she saw them smashing her money-making tool—the big wooden barrel, and stared at them coldly, saying: "If you dare to continue smashing, I will make you regret it!"

"Hmph, I'd like to see how you, a little girl, will make us regret it!" The young man sneered disapprovingly of Miao Xiaoyan's threat, and put down his stick to overturn a wooden bucket full of water.

When they made such a fuss, many spectators gathered outside the door.

"You don't stop, do you?" Miao Xiaoyan gritted her teeth and shouted.

"Hmph, we are here today to smash your stall!" After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he also put down his stick to push the big wooden barrel.

Seeing that they refused to give up, Miao Xiaoyan squatted down, picked up half a pot of boiling water, approached them, splashed on them, and cursed: "I'll let you smash it!"

"Ah—" the two cried out in pain.

Seeing this, Miao Xiaoyan didn't plan to let them go, picked up the stick on the ground and swung it at them like crazy.

"Ah—" The two people, who were already hot all over, ate Miao Xiaoyan for a while, and they both hugged their heads and squatted on the ground.

"Little girl, stop!" Just when Miao Xiaoyan lost control, someone grabbed the stick.

(End of this chapter)