She also thought that she would give the money for the mule to Qian after her divorce, so that Lin Youtian wouldn't take it.

But now, who should she give this money to?

For a moment, Wan Qiqi felt a little regretful that she hadn't given the money to Aunt Qian in time. Would things have been different if she had given it to her?

She felt a weight pressing on her heart, and the steamed bun tasted like wax; she just couldn't swallow it.

Seeing that she was lost in thought, the two women didn't continue talking to her. After finishing their food, they went into town.

Wan Qiqi sat there for a while, then turned and went into the town.

As she passed by the market, a woman named He, whom she knew from her old stall, called out to her.

"Chen Wanshi, where are you going?"

Wan Qiqi was taken aback, then came to her senses, suppressed her sadness, and smiled, "Sister He, I've been wandering around. How's business these past two days?"

Madam He sighed softly, "After that young master Tang caused such a commotion the other day, business has been really bad for our entire market!"

Wan Qiqi frowned. "Young Master Tang? What Young Master Tang?" She had a vague feeling that this was related to the bruises on Chen Yongliang's face.

"Sigh, it's a good thing you didn't come that day, otherwise you would have been in a lot of trouble too." Madam He sighed again, "But your brother was beaten pretty badly, it hurt me to see him like that."

Wan Qiqi knew that things were definitely not simple. "What happened that day?"

He explained the whole story in detail, and Wan Qiqi's face grew increasingly grim as she listened. In the end, she could only clench her fists in indignation.

We've heard of protection fees these days, but I never imagined such a thing existed in ancient times.

Chen Yongliang was also young and hot-blooded. Not only did he refuse to give it to them, he also got into a fight. Not only did he lose the fight, but he also got beaten up.

Those jars weren't sold along with the honey grapefruit jam; they were smashed!

Young Master Tang threatened him that he would smash it every time he saw it.