Chen Xian glanced at them indifferently.

Then he regained his relaxed expression and glanced at the diners who were watching the spectacle.

"Braised pork, Chen's stall, fragrant braised pork!"

You know what, the more Chen Xian was ostracized by the vendors in the food street.

The number of people surrounding the stall kept increasing.

In no time, about ten kilograms of braised pork were sold out.

A young man dressed as a scholar exclaimed in surprise.

"The Chen family's stall?"

The scholars, who had been wandering aimlessly in the street with a blank expression, all gathered around.

Where is it? Where is it?

Like wildcats drawn by the smell of meat, they huddled together.

"Chen's stall, you've been so hard to find! Four whole days! Do you know how we've been doing these past few days?"

We've been posting notices on the streets for the past few days about your family's situation.

Chen Xian smiled gently, feeling much more at ease. He glanced at the group of about fifty or sixty people gathered around his stall.

He breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Young men, I've been busy building a house at home and haven't had time to set up my stall these past few days. But you've come at the wrong time; all my food is sold out."

The young man in the lead didn't care at all.

I know about braised pork, and I've heard of it; it's really good.

Our main purpose in coming here today is to find out if what those country bumpkins, old men, and the White-Browed Hero said about the sanitation department's bullying and overcharging for sanitation management fees is true.

A look of fear appeared on Chen Xian's face, followed by confusion and frantic shaking of his head.

"It's not true, it's not true, nothing like this has ever happened. The cleaning manager, Mr. Ma, has always been very kind to us and has taken good care of our family."

"They frequently patronize our business and are very close to us."

The scholar had a strange look on his face.

"I never said anything about Master Ma. Why are you saying it's him?"

Upon hearing this, the scholar, who had been somewhat hesitant, burst open like a balloon suddenly filled with air.

Snap!

"This is outrageous!"

"Look how scared Old Man Chen is!"

The scholar pressed on with his questions.

"Old man, how much is your stall management fee per day?"

Chen Xian's expression was conflicted, a year's worth of anxiety lingering within him, and he mumbled incoherently, "Thirty coins..."

"How many?"

The scholar's voice suddenly rose in pitch!

Everyone was startled.

Even the old man making sesame cakes was bewildered by this inexplicable scene.

Where did this scholar come from?

The one in the lead, in particular, had a calm expression and was definitely not an ordinary scholar.

"Duan Erlang, today we must seek justice for Old Man Chen. Isn't my purpose in studying for the sake of fairness in the world?"

I hereby swear that if I go to the county government today and fail to resolve Old Man Chen's problem, I may be haunted by this guilt and never be able to overcome it for the rest of my life.

Duan Erlang sighed softly and glanced at Chen Xian.

"Uncle, don't be afraid. My father is the magistrate of Lushang County. Rest assured, I will definitely seek justice for you!"

Chen Xian was so excited that he slammed his hand on the table!

"Young masters! It's not worth it for me, this old man is unworthy... unworthy indeed, you are all young people with bright futures."

Duan Da Erlang looked embarrassed and chuckled in a deep voice: "Uncle, what you said makes me feel even worse. I was threatened and intimidated by that Manager Ma earlier, and I took a step back. That step has given me nightmares for three days!"

“We have been immersed in Confucian classics since childhood. The education we received from childhood was to establish a life for the people. If we encounter a minor official, we will retreat immediately.”

"Then I think I might as well not read this book."

Huo Laowu and Yuan Laoliu, who had been watching the commotion, both glanced at the scene and were dumbfounded.

What's going on?

The news of Chen's stall being set up spread.

Moreover, as the crowds gathered, they became more and more numerous.

They then realized—something terrible had happened.

I overheard the people around me talking.

He looked completely dazed.

Their bodies were constantly being rubbed against by the young students, and the entire food street was packed with people.

A flicker of doubt then vanished from their eyes.

That bastard, Manager Ma, might... really be finished?