Zhao Qingyan said "How could that be?" but her eyes were fixed on the village head with a smile, waiting for him to give her money.

The moment she received the silver, Zhao Qingyan sincerely thanked the pavilion chief.

"Chief, you are truly a good official. If it weren't for you, I would not only have lost my innocence, but I might have also suffered this injustice for no reason."

The village head then ordered the yamen runners to send Zhao Qingyan back, but Zhao Qingyan refused, saying that she knew the way.

Qiao's wife was already completely flustered when the village head asked her if she knew her crime.

"Qiao's wife, you..."

"I admit my guilt." The village head's voice rang out again.

Qiao's wife tried her best to remain calm, "What wrong have I done? Please enlighten me, sir."

The gavel rang out with a "snap".

"Where did Qiao Da get the head injury? And why did he break three ribs?"

"Don't you dare tell me that the kid kicked me; he clearly kicked me in the stomach, my ribs couldn't possibly be broken."

The village head's voice sounded like it had special effects applied; it really did have a bit of the King of Hell's voice.

Qiao's eldest daughter-in-law gritted her teeth and said,

"If it wasn't that kid who kicked him, then who else could it be?"

"Chief, you just let him go so easily. Did that kid offer you some kind of benefit?"

The village head slammed his gavel again.

"Do you know that insulting an official of the imperial court is punishable by a beating? Does Madam Qiao mean that she has already disregarded life and death?"

The coroner was summoned to assist Doctor Zhang.

The two entered the lobby.

"Sir, after my examination, I found three injuries on Qiao Da's head. The first one is a bump or abrasion, which is not serious."

The second and third injuries were caused by blunt force trauma.

This is the real reason why Qiao Da fell into a coma. As for vomiting blood, it was caused by a rib piercing his lung.

Therefore, ..."

After being heard by the village head, Qiao's wife tearfully recounted all the grievances she had suffered over the years.

The reason she injured Qiao Da was because Qiao Da hit her again later, and it hurt so much that she impulsively grabbed a hammer from the side.

Zhao Qingyan was unaware of these subsequent trials.

When they returned to the inn, it was almost dawn. The innkeeper was quite surprised, but also happy for the young man.

Zhao Qingyan thanked the shopkeeper for his concern, returned to her room, and quickly caught up on some sleep.

She hadn't even slept for an hour when the caravan came to call her. How could Zhao Qingyan not be sleepy? She swayed and staggered on her horse, looking listless.

As he walked, he sighed inwardly at his own bad luck, wondering how he had run into that couple.

If something happens again in the future, the first thing to do is to hide.

"Hey kid, where did your usual noble demeanor go? You've turned into a hoodlum overnight?"

Cheng Yidao was quite surprised by Zhao Qingyan's condition today.

"Hey, Uncle, don't even mention it. When bad luck strikes, even drinking cold water can cause problems..."

Zhao Qingyan recounted everything that had happened since they parted ways yesterday afternoon.

Cheng Yidao had a lot to say but couldn't explain it.

"Well, you're lucky."

In most cases like this, people pay money to keep quiet. The head of this town is quite a good person.

Not only will I get justice for you, I'll also help you get your money back. Kid, be grateful.

After hearing this, Zhao Qingyan thought it made sense and nodded in agreement.

"Uncle, you're so wise. Now that you mention it, I feel like I'm quite lucky."

Since Zhao Qingyan left home, Huang felt that the house had become much quieter.

Especially during meals, she used to eat with someone holding a bowl, but now she's holding a bowl all by herself, which feels very strange.

So Huang replaced the basin with a soup bowl, which was much smaller than before, but still much worse than a normal small bowl.

"Grandma, isn't it troublesome to keep refilling your bowl with this big one?"

"Young Zhao Qinghe asked."

Huang glanced at her soup bowl, then at the location of the wooden bucket used for serving rice, and her eyes widened.

"What, Grandma, all I want to do now is eat from a bowl. Can't I ask my granddaughter to help me get more rice a few times?"

Huang glared, and no one dared to utter a sound. Little Qinghe, on her own initiative, slapped her mouth.

"Serves you right for being so talkative. Milk, fine. Why not? Milk can eat whatever she likes."

"Do you want me to get you a rice scoop? That would make feeding easier."

Without Huang's permission, Zhao Qinghe got off the table and rushed to the kitchen.

In fact, the Zhao family already had maids and servants; they could simply ask someone to do whatever they needed. But Zhao Qinghe insisted on going herself to avoid the gunfire.

Seeing how fast her granddaughter was running for her life, Mrs. Huang suddenly laughed.

I know that my emotions haven't been quite right lately.

"Mother, you asked me to ask Uncle about buying the wasteland, and I did."

My uncle said that there is no more wasteland around our house. If we still want to buy, we have to consider the area south of the village entrance.

However, the arable land there is not much; at most, it can be cultivated to about five or six acres.

"Mom, are we still buying?" Aunt Wang Caixia asked.

Huang nodded.

"Yes, five or six acres should be enough. We're not buying that land to farm."

Everyone at the dinner table turned their curious gaze toward Huang.

"Well, let me be frank with you. I'm planning to open a soy sauce factory in that place. My sweetheart gave me the recipe before she left, and she also left me enough money."

I plan to collaborate with Wangyuelou on this factory project.

It's not that our family can't come up with that much money. The main problem is that this matter involves too much money.

"Our family has no background or connections, so if we want to live a stable life, we have to give up some benefits..."

Mr. Huang analyzed it for him.

The women of the Zhao family had no objections.

Regardless of who provides the money for the factory or who they cooperate with, as long as it's their own money, their family will get a share.

Knowing Zhao Qingyan's temperament, she would definitely share the profits with the old lady.

The old lady's money belongs to everyone and should be incorporated into the public treasury. No matter when the family divides in the future, each family will have a share.

Besides, no one is foolish enough to want to split up their family.

The next day, Huang took two small jars to town.

Han Sifang was so excited that he picked up two small jars and headed to the kitchen.

Following Professor Huang's method, the meat produced was indeed bright red in color and tasted even more delicious.

"Madam, such fine items, do you sell them? How much do you charge? Can you supply them long-term?"

Huang gestured to Manager Han to stop.

"Manager Han, don't worry, this is my plan. I'm going to open a factory for this product. As for the partner, it will still be your Wangyuelou."

How about a collaboration? I'll provide the land, factory buildings, and workers; you provide the capital, handle all the necessary equipment, and be responsible for sales. As for profits, we'll split the net profit 50/50.

If we don't consider costs, then the retail price would be 60% to 40%, with me getting 60% and you getting 40%. What do you think?