The ugly wife of peasant family

Zhang Bao's good mood disappeared.

Waiting for the boy to scream in, he kicked in the past, "the ghost cry in the morning, add bad luck to me."

The boy staggered for a moment and stood firm, "young master, it's bad. Something's wrong!"

Zhang Baotui raised again, "you still cry, believe it or not, I'll kick you to death."

"Less..."

Seeing Zhang Bao's fierce eyes, he swallowed the words back and didn't dare to say anything.

Zhang Bao took another photo in front of the bronze mirror. He was not satisfied. He asked the boy, "what do you think of my body?"

"Very, very good."

Zhang Bao squinted at him, his voice chilly, "just very good?"

The boy immediately raised his voice, "young master is very energetic."

Zhang Bao was satisfied with that. "You should learn to be steady when you follow me! Steady, do you know? "

Little Si's face was already sweating, "I know."

Zhang Bao flicked the dust that didn't exist on the bullet. "Tell me, what happened?"

"There's something wrong with the dyehouse."

"What! Say it again

Zhang Bao's eyes were round.

"Something's wrong with the dyehouse!"

Zhang Bao kicked the boy to the ground, "damn thing, why didn't you say it earlier."

The words fell, and hurried out.

The boy quickly got up and followed.

When I came to the gate of the dyeing workshop, I was startled by the situation. Many vendors pushed their carts to block the gate of the dyeing workshop, shouting to return the goods.

The manager's head was sweating and his voice was hoarse. "Listen to me, these cloth are from our dyeing house, but they have been tampered with. You have not dealt with our Zhang's dyeing house once or twice. When did our cloth go wrong?"

Where would everyone listen to him? Even if there is no problem with the cloth, the reputation of the Zhang family is in trouble. It's hard to sell the cloth even if it's sold back, and it will fall into their own hands.

It's all people who depend on this small business to support their families. Where can they afford to pay for it.

"What's the matter?"

Zhang baomu gaped and asked, yesterday the dyehouse was still in good condition. How did you wake up like this?

"Last night, all the streets in the county town were full of our Zhang's cloth. The people were so happy that they picked it up one after another, but the cloth was rotten as soon as they pulled it. They couldn't even make diapers for their children. So... "

The boy shrunk his neck and looked at the door of the dyeing workshop.

"How?"

Zhang Bao doesn't believe that the quality of Zhang's cloth has always been very good. How could such a problem arise.

I don't know. I can't answer naturally.

Zhang Bao couldn't cope with this situation. He turned around and wanted to go back to master Zhang. As soon as he turned around, he saw Master Zhang's sedan chair coming in a hurry. He immediately changed his mind and strode to the door of the dyeing workshop. Standing behind the crowd, he cried out, "I'm the master of the Zhang family. Don't be difficult to manage things. Tell me something!"

When they heard that, Hula came up and said.

Master Zhang got out of the sedan chair and saw this scene. He frowned and said, "who asked the young master to come here?"

In such a situation, it's not good to appease. Once these people make trouble, Zhang Bao will be hurt.

"Hurry up and protect the young master."

A few little fellows came forward and tried to squeeze in, standing beside Zhang Bao to protect him.

Zhang Bao was still shouting at the top of his voice, "ladies and gentlemen, please don't worry. If you have anything to say, please speak slowly."

People were excited and shouting.

The steward saw Master Zhang, sweating all over, "master."

He was heard by the peddler. Hula, he came to master Zhang again. Zhang Bao's side was empty.

He was stunned for a moment. He wanted to pass by. He was stopped by the guard. "Young master, don't move. Naturally, the master has a way to deal with them."

Zhang Bao pretended to struggle twice and then stopped.

Master Zhang was surrounded without any panic. He went behind him with his sharp eyes on the noisy Hawker's face.

Frightened by his momentum, the voices of the vendors gradually decreased.

Master Zhang opened his mouth, his voice was not urgent and slow, with emphasis, "everyone, it's not a day or two since you came to our Zhang's dyeing workshop. When did we have a problem with our cloth?"

"Well, what about the cloth on the street?"

A peddler muttered, but they all heard that the cloth was bought by a merchant in the distance. When he got it, he found that there was a problem and wanted to return it. Zhang's dyeing house didn't agree. The merchant was so angry that he threw all the cloth on the street.

"That's someone deliberately framed. It's because they think the business of our Zhangs' dyeing shop is too good. They are envious and envious, which makes them a dirty trick."

Naturally, hawkers don't believe it. Who's home is OK? He spoils it with silver. There are so many cloth, at least thousands of taels of silver.

Master Zhang knew that with a few words, he couldn't make the peddlers believe him, and he didn't pester with him any more. He directly told the steward, "go to the accounting room to pay for the money. Anyone who wants to return it, return it to him."

"This..."

The steward stood still. If the money was returned, more and more people would return it.

"Back up!"

What master Zhang said is firm.

The manager no longer hesitated and called the peddlers, "I'm going to pay money now. Everyone line up and come one by one. Don't mess."

Peddlers rush to line up. Master Zhang is empty. Zhang Bao rushes over, "Dad."

Master Zhang turned to the sedan chair and said, "go back to the house first."

Zhang Bao catches up.

All the way back to Zhang's house, into the door of the house, Master Zhang's face sank down, was placed so, his business in the dyeing shop may plummet.

Zhang Bao followed him carefully and entered the room.

Master Zhang sat down and told the housekeeper, "send someone to check and see who is targeting our Zhang family."

When the housekeeper went down, Master Zhang's face was very gloomy.

Zhang Bao opened his mouth and wanted to say something. Looking at Master Zhang's gloomy face, he swallowed his words and stood in the same place.

Master Zhang's eyes hurt, but he didn't teach them by himself. When something happened, he couldn't even hold up a scene. He waved, "you go down first!"

Zhang Bao bit his teeth. "Dad, is that ugly woman us?"

Master Zhang was stunned, and his eyes became more gloomy. He called for people to come over and said, "go, call the man in charge of the dyehouse!"

The boy ran all the way to the dyeing workshop, and the man in charge followed him in a sweat, "master."

"Do you remember the color of the cloth that the ugly woman asked for last time?"

The steward was stunned and realized that master Zhang was talking about Xia Xi. He said, "remember."

"You go to the street to collect some and see if it's the cloth she bought that day?"

The steward replied and stepped back. Two quarters of an hour later, he rushed in and showed him the cloth that cracked when he touched it. "Master, yes, it's the cloth that the ugly woman bought."

Master Zhang sneered and stood up, "go, go to Xia's teahouse!"