Meng Zhao followed Constable Zhang forward to examine the wound. It hadn't been long since the incident, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a new or old injury. Meng Zhao understood that he probably had no choice but to accept the loss for assaulting someone.

Meng Zhao keenly noticed a hint of smugness in Liu Laisheng's eyes, so he asked in a cold voice, "You are Liu Laisheng? I'm asking you, we agreed with the people in your village to harvest potatoes today, why are you stopping us?"

Liu Laisheng was slightly taken aback by her sudden aura, but he quickly recovered. "You know perfectly well why I stopped you. Don't think I don't know what you do. You buy potatoes from us at low prices and then sell them at high prices. I don't know how much dirty money you've made in secret. What, now we don't want to sell anymore, is that not allowed?"

Meng Zhao narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean by that?"

Liu Laisheng looked around smugly, seemingly afraid that others would hear, and said in a low voice with a hint of boastfulness, "It's just starch, who doesn't know that?"

Although Meng Zhao had accepted their potatoes without holding a grudge, Liu Laisheng still felt resentful when he thought about the money he hadn't made.

When he was delivering potatoes, he saw an acquaintance, his brother-in-law's niece. He went to her house with gifts and begged her for a long time before finally figuring out what the workshop was making. Later, when he went to the grain store, he found out that this lousy flour could sell for fifty coins a pound, which was more expensive than wheat flour.

No wonder this man surnamed Meng could afford to buy land with so much silver. You know, potatoes only cost a little over one coin per pound, but when they're made into starch, the price increases dozens of times. I suddenly felt envious. How could a woman like her earn so much money? This money should be earned by him.

But his potatoes had already been taken to the workshop a few days ago, so he stopped the villagers from selling potatoes and even said that he would buy them for three coins per two jin. Otherwise, would those idiots have obediently injured themselves?