Chapter 171 Liu Mao asked me to bring a message
Although the government of Lingnan City has given these refugees normal identities, as long as they do not leave the territory of Lingnan, they are no different from ordinary people.
But in the eyes of the people in Lingnan City, these people are nothing more than criminals and refugees who are not worthy of being in the public eye and are inherently inferior to the people in the city.
This can be seen from the fact that people outside the city have to work for less money.
In Wang Chengping's opinion, these people should not have been pardoned from the beginning. They should have been enslaved and sent to work for the rest of their lives and demoted to slaves.
Naturally, since they were not considered human beings in his eyes, he would have no psychological burden in killing them.
only……
"Madam, I'm afraid we can't handle the three of them just the two of us."
Wang Chengping still had some rationality left. He knew that when it was two against three, not to mention killing someone, he would probably be counterattacked by the other side as soon as he took action.
Zhang Xiulan gave him a sidelong glance and said, "Don't you usually praise your group of brothers to the skies? They've eaten so many meals at our house for free. Now that we need to get down to business, you don't even think of them?"
"Oh, right, right, my wife is really smart. I'll call them when I get back, and we'll start tomorrow."
Sang Yu, who was used to being watched, had no idea that someone was following her, and the Sang father and son, who were immersed in the joy of making money, were even less vigilant.
The three of them were completely unaware of the impending danger and returned home happily humming a tune.
Sang Yu's prediction was correct. After the first imitator appeared yesterday, the second and third imitators appeared the next day.
Just looking at the appearance and the soup, it is almost exactly the same as what she sells.
They have all devoted themselves to research for a long time, but they feel that they have not yet achieved perfection and have not put it on sale openly.
However, after someone took the lead yesterday, the others could no longer hold back, fearing that they would earn less.
Sang Yu knew very well that with enough accumulation and continuous improvement, someone would always be able to make a similar taste.
Seeing that the wooden barrel he had temporarily chosen as a container was about to become the iconic utensil of cold pot skewers, Sang Yu felt that it was time for his family to move on and go to another market to make some more money.
She even thought about it. For the next period of time, they would move between several markets, selling in one market for three or four days before moving to the next one, and leaving when they had earned enough money to start with.
After all the markets in the city have been visited, we will stop selling cold pot skewers.
At that time, you can sell the recipe directly and make a lot of money by relying on the reputation of being the first and most authentic.
After all these operations, the cold pot skewers alone might be enough for her to save up enough money to buy a restaurant.
The more she thought about it, the more she felt that this was a good idea. Why not not set up a stall here starting tomorrow?
However, she still needs to discuss this matter with her family. Making quick money is indeed good, but she feels a little unwilling to easily give up the market she has worked so hard to develop to imitators.
Sang Yu was just lost in thought when the young man picking out skewers in front of him leaned in closer and whispered, "Liu Mao asked me to tell you something: He's about to start a fight again, outside the city."
As soon as he finished speaking, Sang Yu's heart suddenly sank, but the expression on his face did not change at all.
As if he didn't hear anything, he put the skewers picked by the other person into a bamboo tube, poured half a spoonful of soup on it and handed it to the other person.
"Dad, come and take my place. I'll take a break."
She let Sang Yongjing take over her work, and she sat aside, lowered her head and gently massaged her legs.
She still remembered the name Liu Mao. After all, she hadn't met many people since she came to this world, and even fewer had left a deep impression on her.
"He's going to do it again." The "he" in the words was obviously Wang Chengping, the one who sold fake candy and whose business was taken away by her.
I don't know how he knew his location, or how he knew that his family lived outside the city.
She even had worse thoughts. Maybe Wang Chengping had been following them for a while and knew the location of their home. Would he attack the people in the family?
Thinking of this, her hand, which was already clenched into a fist, suddenly shrank, and her nails dug into the flesh of her palm.
No, no, there are people watching the entrance to the canyon. A stranger shouldn't be able to get in, and even if they can get in, they can't reach their home.
At most, he knew where they lived. Sang Yu's heart eased a little, but soon rose again.
Is it a good thing to just know where I live? Even if I managed to escape this time, would I be able to escape again? Will I have to be in fear every time I leave the house?
If he could still avoid the opponent by escaping before, this time it was obviously a fight to the death.
Sang Yu suddenly stood up and said hello to Sang Xingjia who was helping him: "Brother, I'm going to the toilet and will be back soon."
Then she strolled out, and when she turned a corner, she turned her head subtly and saw a familiar figure following her.
Taking advantage of the blind spot at the turn, she didn't go any further and squatted down at a stall with several bamboo baskets.
Seeing the stall owner looking at her in surprise, she made a pleading gesture: "Someone is following me, please let me hide for a while."
The stall owner suddenly understood and took the bamboo basket on the side to cover her figure more perfectly.
The person following not far behind still maintained his own pace, and only realized something was wrong when he turned the corner.
After looking around but couldn't find Sang Yu, he hurriedly trotted forward to chase after her.
"Everyone's gone, you can come out now."
The kind stall owner watched the man walk away before calling Sang Yu out.
Sang Yu wanted to give some money as a reward, but when he touched his waist, he found nothing. Then he remembered that he left in a hurry and didn't even have time to take a penny with him.
So he could only say something auspicious to express his gratitude: "Thank you for your help. I wish you a prosperous business and a lot of wealth."
"As you should. Go quickly, before he comes back later."
Sang Yu agreed immediately, walked back a little but did not turn, went straight to the opposite intersection and waited quietly.
It didn't take long before a familiar figure passed by the fork in the road. Who else could it be but Liu Mao?
"Liu Mao!" Sang Yu called his name in a low voice.
The alert Liu Mao immediately looked over in the direction of the sound. When he saw it was her, his expression obviously relaxed and he walked quickly forward.
"Are you okay? Did you get rid of him?" Liu Mao asked two short questions as soon as he opened his mouth.
"Of course I can shake off a mere pursuit." Sang Yu said this but then felt something was wrong and quickly added, "Of course I have to discover it first."
For the first time in her life, she felt that being a food blogger who was accustomed to other people's eyes was not all good. At least in terms of visual sensitivity, she was too dull.
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