The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

"Help you?"

I had expected these pearl picking women to hold their thighs, but Jiang qianxia smiled angrily at their behavior of directly forcing Gong Guli to avoid her.

"We are strangers. Just now you didn't give me a good face. Now let my husband save you. Let's talk about why?"

Wang Cong, whose face had changed greatly, immediately gasped and went to Jiang qianxia, where he jumped in a vicious voice.

"Mrs. Jiang is right! My young master has come to collect pearls in a fair way. He does business in his own share, but he gives out a lot of money! How can he say it like I rob? Even if general Gu has pity on you women and children, he can't deal with our small business!"

Looking at him in surprise, Jiang qianxia thumbed up in admiration - he was stupid just now. I didn't expect that the boy was a little quick!

First rationalize and legalize his behavior, and then raise Guli and lower himself. He has a firm moral footing. If Guli forcibly comes forward, it will be unreasonable bullying.

Very satisfied with the boy's cooperation with himself, Jiang qianxia took over the conversation with a smile and raised his chin at the "relatives". The ugly Mu Xi smiled and said, "I said Miss Mu Xi, you don't have to ask us. As long as you return the prince's money, he can't take it by force, can he?"

Wang Cong was a little unhappy after hearing this, but when Jiang qianxia winked at him and looked at the "relatives" who were more unhappy than him along her line of sight, Wang Cong was happy.

"Isn't it? It's good to get together and disperse when doing business. Although I have delayed a lot of time here, in the face of Mrs. Jiang and general Gu, as long as you return the money, the young master will leave immediately. It won't be difficult for you!"

Guli frowned and let go a little. He whispered to Mu Xi, who looked at him with pleading eyes: "madam, you're right. You return the money. I promise he doesn't dare to do anything to you."

"Return it? How? I lost all my money. I'm waiting to sell the pearls and return the gambling debt! Don't return it!"

The man who gambled directly rejected the proposal. While pulling his daughter-in-law to find pearls, he cursed and said that the fool returned the money he got.

With him taking the lead, people in a mess soon feel like they have a backbone and are determined not to refund their money.

"Er Ya, please give the Pearl to your mother. Just after she told your brother about her daughter-in-law, she's waiting to be hired! If you want to hide your privacy at this point, our incense will be broken!"

"Elder sister, I gave all the money to my mother. I know you are filial and won't come back, right?"

"Wuwuwuwu... Sister-in-law, the handles on the pillars have been broken and the house has been emptied when buying medicine. If you don't sell pearls, there will be no rice in the pot... Sister-in-law, be kind and save our family..."

Chaos, really chaos.

Threatening, crying and hypocritical, Jiang Wenjie couldn't calm down to read for the first time. He was so angry that he pinched the book to pieces.

"Sir, I always thought that most people are kind and honest. Whether we help the mountain people in Dianzhou or the victims of the two lakes, I never thought that people can be shameless to this extent, and they are not outsiders, but their relatives."

With a slight sigh, Jiang qianxia put his hands together and looked at the disordered people indifferently. He said faintly, "you know it's the majority, not all, and with our usual status, do you think ordinary people dare to pit us like this?"

"It is precisely because they are relatives that they can be unscrupulously hurt many times. Under this kind of harm, morality will persuade the victims to take into account their blood and family feelings and be patient. National laws are often difficult to break household chores, so hurting relatives is the bullying with the lowest cost of crime."

"They themselves are the lowest existence in the world. The gambler may yell at, belittle and beat him in the gambling house, but he can wantonly vent his tyranny in front of his wife under the pretext of taking his husband as his wife."

"As for the old woman who forced her daughter to subsidize her son, when you met her in the street, she might still leave you an image of simplicity and diligence?"

"It is not surprising that there will be such differences because of different status, different identity and different education."

Jiang Wenjie listened to Jiang qianxia's explanation, slowly calmed down again, and even began some thinking.

"Sir, is it for the emperor's herdsmen to improve this situation?"

Touching his chin for a moment, Jiang qianxia shrugged, "in fact, this is people's bad nature. Even if they become as rich as me, should they pick or pick, squeeze or squeeze."

"Therefore, Confucianism is very necessary. It can teach people to be good. Religions such as Buddhism and Taoism are the same. Raising everyone's moral standard can avoid some of this situation, but more importantly, it is to improve the national law."

With a touch of irony on his face, Jiang qianxia disdained to say, "do you believe it or not? If there is a law that can judge such a situation, they will definitely converge a lot. At least, they dare not be so brazen in front of us."

"... now they feel that the law is not responsible for the public and that outsiders can't manage household affairs?"

Although it's a question, Jiang Wenjie has realized that after getting Jiang qianxia's positive reply, he doesn't want to care about the "foolish people" anymore. He knows that he doesn't have the ability to change this fact, so let's do what he can do first.

Wang Cong, who watched the whole journey, was stunned. He looked at Jiang qianxia, who was expressionless, and then looked at Jiang Wenjie, who lowered his head and studied carefully again. Suddenly, he felt creepy - this female night fork seemed to have nothing to do with the mindless cruelty said by the family elders?!

Watching the farce can't end for a while. Jiang qianxia yawned in boredom and shrugged helplessly at Mu Xi who had fallen to the ground. "You see, it's not that we don't help, it's their own relatives who refuse to hand over the money."

"Sorry, let's go first. You don't have a handle on him anyway. Ask for your own luck."

"No..." Mu Xi's eyes became clearer and clearer from confusion. "I gathered them and gave them hope to live a good life. I will never abandon them!"

Fiercely stood up, Mu Xi rushed to Wang Cong in two steps, dragged his collar and said word by word: "let them go, how much money their family owes you, I'll compensate!"

Squinting and wiping the saliva from her face with her sleeve, Wang Cong also had a rare good temper. He directly asked someone to take the account book, carefully calculate it, and gave a figure of 853.

"I didn't cheat on this account book. My young master came here with a large number of pearls this time. Children and old people are not deceived. For the sake of our old friendship after fighting so many times, I'll erase the fifty-three Guan and give you eight hundred Guan. How about I still turn around and leave?"

Mu Xi took Wang Cong's collar by the hand, slowly loosened it and slid down - even if she had more momentum, she was just a pearl picker with some skills. Not to mention the 800 passes, even if the 53 passes were erased, it was almost her full wealth.

"I... I'll carry this account. I can't give it all to you now, but I'll pay it back slowly. I'll give you all the pearls I pick in the future until I pay it back!"

The whole audience was awed by the strange woman who gritted her teeth to carry a huge debt for all pearl picking women, but Wang Cong and Jiang qianxia looked at each other, but they all saw the disdain of each other.

"Return? How many years will you have to pay back? What's wrong with me taking these 800 passes for so many years?"

He smiled and shook his head. Wang Cong picked up the small abacus at his waist and teased it twice. He said calmly, "otherwise, you can carry the debt if you want. It's only six cents a month, and profits roll in. Don't say I'm not authentic. The interest is not high. The monks in the temple also charge five cents for the money they borrow."

Mu Xi, who couldn't turn his head around, subconsciously looked at Jiang qianxia. Jiang qianxia immediately cooperated and said sincerely: "I advise you to leave. Judging from your current speed of making money, you don't know for a lifetime. Moreover, after reciting this time, do you think these people who have eaten benefits can't find the next Wang Cong?"

I thought Mu Xi would be desperate, but I didn't expect that she would suddenly look at Jiang qianxia.

"I can't, but you can. Don't you have a lot of money?"