When the man heard her calling him "Young Master", he immediately smiled and said earnestly, "Madam, please follow me."

Liang Jinghe's brows were wrinkled so tightly that they looked like they could pinch a fly to death. If his mother hadn't stopped him, he would have pinned the thug to the ground and beat him up.

The group was led by the man across the fields to a courtyard.

"Madam, look at how luxurious this yard is. It will all belong to me in the future." The man said proudly.

Jiang Muyu looked around the courtyard. It was built with yellow mud and neatly stacked rocks. There were four houses inside. There were also a few flower trees and a grape trellis in the courtyard. It was not as big as the mansions of the nobles in the capital, but against the backdrop of the farmhouse in the field it looked particularly luxurious and impressive.

Jiang Muyu's expression became increasingly cold.

I don't know how much of her profits this manager took to build such a house.

A group of people walked into the courtyard.

"Where is the supervisor?" Yun Xuan asked.

The man ran into the house and shouted loudly: "Dad, there are guests coming! Dad..."

"Fugui'er, who's calling you? Your father is not here. Why would you come with such a grand ceremony?" A slightly plump woman came out of the door.

Fugui stepped forward to support the woman and whispered, "Mom, a very beautiful young lady has arrived."

"Are you up to something bad again? I want to see what kind of slut you are."

"Who are you calling a whore?" Yunshan was a martial artist, so even though they spoke in a low voice, he heard everything. Upon hearing such vulgar words, he immediately stepped forward.

Everyone in the palace had different expressions when they heard this.

The woman didn't take it seriously and said unhappily, "Where did this girl come from who is yelling so loudly? Is she well-mannered?"

Jiang Muyu's tone also turned unfriendly, "Education? I am really surprised that a family like yours actually knows how to behave. Your son has the word "lustful" clearly engraved on his face. I don't know how many girls in this Zaozhuang have been harmed by him."

"You..." The two of them didn't hide their feelings, their expressions changed, and it was obvious that she had hit the weak spot.

"Yunshan, go in there and get a chair out."

"yes."

Yunshan went into the main hall after receiving the order. The woman tried to stop her, but was pushed away by her. She fell to the ground with a cry of "Ouch!"

"Mom!" Fugui hurried over and helped the person up.

"Oh, my old waist, you guys are going too far! You broke into my house and even hurt me. I'm going to sue you guys!"

Yunshan brought out a chair, Jiang Muyu asked her to put it in the open space in the middle, and then sat on it.

She propped her chin up with one hand, looked at the mother and son, and sneered, "Call the police? Go ahead, I'll see who the officials will arrest when they come!"

Then, she said to Liang Jinghe, "He'er, let me see how well you have practiced martial arts over the years."

As she spoke, she pointed at Fugui. Liang Jinghe immediately understood, rubbed his wrist, and walked towards Fugui.

Fugui looked at the half-grown child and didn't take it seriously. He straightened his back and said, "What's the matter? Do you want to be punished? Do you want me to teach you on behalf of your father?"

"Will you teach me on behalf of my father? I'm afraid you won't be able to do that."

After saying that, he swooped forward. Although Fugui was prepared, he didn't expect him to move so quickly and was thrown to the ground in an instant.

Liang Jinghe bent his knee on his neck and punched him in the abdomen several times.

Fugui wanted to scream in pain, but he couldn't make a sound because his neck was being pressed down. His face turned from red to white and then to purple. He felt like he was dying.

The woman was heartbroken to see her son being beaten like this. She immediately knelt down crying and shouting, "Stop! Stop! My son will be beaten to death!"

Liang Jinghe knew his limits. Seeing that he was so depressed, he loosened his grip on his legs, stood up, and pulled him up by the neck, saying in a cold voice, "Kneel down for my mother."

How could Fugui still be so arrogant at this moment? He knelt on the ground, holding his abdomen and coughing violently, until his lungs were about to burst.

The woman rushed over to support her son, patting his back to comfort him, "Fugui'er, what's wrong with you? Huh?"

A girl at the door poked her head out and saw this scene, and she fell to the ground in fright.

The guard standing by the door wanted to arrest the man, but was stopped by Jiang Muyu. She said, "Let this girl go and call all the managers."

The little girl was dressed in cloth, her shoes were patched, and her hair was casually tied into a bun, fixed with only a wooden hairpin. She looked like she came from a poor family.

She is none other than Wang Erya, the concubine of the peasant king of Zaozhuang.

Wang Erya was just passing by here, and when she heard the noise of ghosts howling and wolves howling, she came over curiously to see if Supervisor Fu was beating his concubine again.

When I got to the door, I saw several people standing in the yard, including some tall and strong men and two women. A young woman was sitting on a chair in front, and the son of Manager Fu was pinned to the ground and beaten half to death by a boy.

She had never seen such a scene before and was so scared that she wanted to run and find someone. However, her legs were so weak that she could hardly walk, and she stumbled and fell.

"It's over," she thought to herself.

Wang Erya thought that she was also going to be taken in and beaten, but suddenly she heard the young woman tell her to go find the manager.

She immediately rolled and crawled away, and hurried to the fields to look for her parents.

"Dad, Mom! Dad! Something happened!"

Wang Quan saw his daughter stumbling over crying and shouting, and he hurried over to her, anxiously asking, "What happened? Did Fugui come to look for Daya again?"

Wang Erya ran so fast that she stopped and gasped for breath, "No, no..."

Her mother was also anxious, "What happened? Tell me!"

"Yes, it's Fugui, he was beaten!"

Wang Quan and her mother were stunned for a moment and looked at each other. This Fugui was the son of Manager Fu, and he was a second-generation rich man in Zaozhuang. The tenants were all afraid of him. Who had the guts to beat him up?

Wang Erya said, "There are many people coming to their yard. They look like nobles from the capital."

She would often take advantage of the time when she and her father went to the city to deliver goods and sit by the street to watch the carriages coming and going, the young ladies in the capital who were accompanied by maids and servants, and the nobles who were dressed in gorgeous clothes and talked and laughed happily.

After seeing so many people, she could roughly recognize which ones were truly noble by their clothes and conversation.

Just now she saw that the clothes on the woman sitting on the chair seemed to come from Jinxiu Zhuang, which is one of the best clothing stores in the capital. It specializes in making clothes for the rich and powerful, and not something that ordinary rich people can afford.

Wang Quan said, "Did they see you?"

"Yes, they asked me to come and call all the managers."

Wang Quan immediately put down the hoe and said to her mother, "Mother, please go home first. Erya and I will go find someone and then go to Fu's house to check on the situation."

"Okay, be careful."

Wang Quan took Wang Erya to find the housekeeper.

Arriving at a farm, they knocked on the door and heard a voice from inside, "Who is it?"

"It's me, Wang Quan."

The door opened from the inside, and a thin pointed head popped out. "What's going on?"

This man has a pair of triangular eyes, inverted eyebrows, and a mean face. He doesn't look like someone who is easy to get along with.

Wang Quan said in a soft tone: "A nobleman came to the village and said he was looking for a manager."

"I'm busy." Mrs. Zhou wanted to close the door immediately.

Wang Erya shouted quickly: "Fugui has been beaten. If you don't go, he will be beaten to death!"

"What did you say?" A loud shout came from inside the door, and then a middle-aged man with a big belly rushed out.

This person is Fude, the manager of Zaozhuang.

Wang Quan didn't understand anything about this situation. He had heard earlier that Fude was having an affair with Zhou Pozi's widowed daughter, and now they had caught him red-handed.

He looked at her with his eyes and her nose, pretending not to know, and repeated Wang Erya's words verbatim.

"Well, I want to see who has the courage to touch my son, Fude!" He tied his belt and hurried home.

Wang Quan and Wang Erya followed behind him.

Seeing this, Mrs. Zhou closed the door and followed.