“…That Shen Yusong family is scoundrels, but if we don’t get rid of them, they’ll be a menace. So I wanted to ask you, could you harvest the sweet potatoes from their field?”
The village head asked cautiously.
After pondering for a moment, Shen Qingyu nodded in agreement.
"I can buy their sweet potatoes, but I have two conditions."
"Go on," the village head immediately sat up straight, looking very serious.
"First, they can't be asked to dig the sweet potatoes themselves, wash them themselves, or deliver them themselves. I'm afraid they might poison them."
Upon hearing this, the village head's expression changed.
If the sweet potato noodles were poisoned, the sweet potato noodle workshop would be completely finished.
This is a business that saves lives during times of disaster!
It can't turn yellow!
“I understand what you’re saying. I’ll go and tell everyone that we’ll go dig up their sweet potatoes, wash them clean, and then bring them over so they don’t have to get their hands dirty.”
Shen Qingyu nodded: "That's the idea. As for how much you charge them, I don't care."
"And what about the second one?" Uncle Lizheng looked at Shen Qingyu expectantly again.
"Secondly, their entire family must be expelled from the Shen family clan and can no longer remain in Shenjia Village, otherwise I will not feel at ease."
When Shen Qingyu said this, her tone was not stern, but the village head could hear the determination that "it must be done this way."
Remembering Shen Qingyu's earlier words about "fearing they might poison him," Uncle Village Head understood: "I understand what you mean. That's the only way everyone can feel at ease. I'll go discuss this with the elders tomorrow morning..."
Thinking that many people were asleep at this hour to avoid wasting oil lamps, Uncle Lizheng pondered how to communicate with the clan elders and Shen Yusong the next day, and also got up to take his leave...
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