"Let's go, let's follow them and see what happens. If Jiang Dali and Jiang Dayong dare to cause trouble, we'll rush up and beat them to death!" Uncle Jiang waved his fist, gritted his teeth, and said fiercely.

Grandma Jiang nodded, "The eldest son is right. Let's all go to the main room and keep a close eye on the two of them."

The Jiang family members all agreed, and then the group went towards the main room.

Filled with excitement and nervousness, Jiang Dali and Jiang Dayong followed Jiang Wanwan into the main room.

Once inside the main room, the two of them quickly scanned the room, not missing a single corner.

Hmm, where are the ingredients for mosquito coils?

Where? Where?

Why can't I see it?

That shouldn't be the case. Judging from how nervous everyone in the Jiang family is, there must be something important in this house.

Suddenly, the two stopped, their eyes fixed intently on the corner behind the door.

Several large wooden barrels were placed behind the corner of the door.

Could it be that this large wooden barrel contains the materials for making mosquito coils?

That's great! It was worth all the money they paid and the fall they took!

Jiang Dali and Jiang Dayong's eyes lit up. They looked at each other and tacitly tried to suppress the upward curve of their lips.

Jiang Wanwan glanced at the two men, noticing their expressions. Pretending not to see them, she gestured for them to sit on the bench. "Uncle Dali, Uncle Dayong, please sit for a while. Once my father brings over paper, ink, and brushes, I'll have him write you notes."

"Okay, okay." Jiang Dali and Jiang Dayong hurriedly replied, but their eyes remained fixed on the large wooden barrels, showing no intention of sitting on the bench.

Jiang Dali and Jiang Dayong exchanged a glance, intending to feign ignorance and rush towards the large wooden barrels to investigate. They had just taken a step forward, about to charge over, when...

At this moment, Grandma Jiang and the others also came in, and the group stared at Jiang Dali and Jiang Dayong warily.

Jiang Dali and Jiang Dayong felt a chill run down their spines. How did this group of ruthless individuals get in too?

Under the murderous gazes of the Jiang family, the two had no choice but to retract their legs.

They had no doubt that if they and Jiang Dali made any wrong moves, the entire Jiang family would rush up and beat them up.

Hu glared at the two men and said sarcastically without any mercy, "Dali, Dayong, are you deaf? Wanwan told you to sit on the stools, what are you standing there for?"

Jiang Dali and the other man's faces were as black as the bottom of a pot.

They suffered a humiliation at Old Jiang's house today, but they will definitely pay for it all in the future!

They reluctantly sat down on the bench.

A short while later, Jiang Jialin brought over paper, ink, brush, and inkstone.

Jiang Wanwan helped her cheap father grind ink, and her cheap father was responsible for writing notes for Jiang Dayong, Jiang Dali, and Jiang Tietou.

After it was written, Jiang Wanwan signed and affixed her fingerprint to the note.

She looked at Jiang Dali and Jiang Dayong with a smile, "Uncle Dali, Uncle Dayong, the note is written, aren't you going to take out the money?"

The two gritted their teeth and painfully pulled out a few pieces of silver from their pockets, throwing them onto the dining table.

The moment the silver was pulled out, the two of them were in so much pain that they could hardly breathe.

This pain is no less than being stabbed in the heart with a knife!

They kept reassuring themselves that as long as they could successfully obtain the secret recipe for mosquito coils, this small amount of money was nothing.

One day, the Jiang family will surely pay a heavy price.

Hmph, let them laugh a little longer!