Chapter 253 His bad luck is coming
The old man who runs this rice shop is surnamed Feng.
The family has four sons, and their business is considered to be of average to above-average quality in Qingzhou Prefecture.
However, none of his sons were any good; each one was more of a scoundrel than the last.
Even on his deathbed, he was forced to accept a shop allocation.
In the end, the eldest son seized most of the family's property, and now he has taken the money and shops and is preparing to open another rice shop.
Who knew that just as they were about to open, they heard that Magistrate Qu had invited Madam Zhou to open a rice shop in Wanzhou County and had even helped them find a good shop.
This angered the eldest patriarch of the Feng family, which led to this whole incident.
Du Wanchun could guess about 80-90% of the situation and was unwilling to back down.
The eldest son of the Feng family used to be in the silk business, selling low-quality goods at high prices. If that's the case, he will disrupt the entire rice market in Qingzhou Prefecture.
Du Wanchun turned to the side and looked out the window, her gaze even colder than usual.
In a restaurant not far from them.
Looking at the disheveled man in dark blue clothes, the eldest patriarch of the Feng family was so angry that he picked up the teacup on the table and threw it at him. "You can't even do this little thing right, you're a useless piece of trash!"
The man in the dark blue clothes was a servant of the Feng family.
The servant lowered his head, looking aggrieved, and said, "Master, I had no choice. Who knew that Zhou Family Rice Shop would actually print words on the bags?"
Because he was missing a front tooth, he spoke with a slight lisp.
The eldest patriarch of the Feng family kicked him, saying, "You idiot, don't care what she says. Just keep saying that the rice was bought from her family. Don't worry about any evidence. With just your mouth, you can make the dead come back to life!"
The servant was speechless for a moment.
The eldest patriarch of the Feng family pointed at him and continued to berate him: "I can't believe you don't even understand this simple principle! You're such a useless piece of trash!"
The servant immediately knelt down and said, "Master, what should we do next? Should we burn all their granaries down?"
The eldest patriarch of the Feng family raised his hand and slapped him hard again. "You're so stupid, you don't believe me? Who is she? Her husband is the county magistrate. You went and burned down the county magistrate's granary. Don't you want to live?"
The servant looked aggrieved. "Master, I'll do whatever you say! Just tell me what to do!"
The eldest patriarch of the Feng family raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Magistrate Qu is getting married next month. I heard that he is very fond of his bride. If the Zhou family does anything to disrupt the wedding on the day of the wedding, they will definitely incur Magistrate Qu's hatred. In that case, do you think Magistrate Qu will still allow them to open a rice shop in Wanzhou County?"
The servant suddenly realized, "That's right, that way they won't be able to open a rice shop in Wanzhou County!"
The eldest patriarch of the Feng family sat down in a chair and said, "Wait a moment, let me make some plans first."
The servant bowed and said, "Yes, sir." Then he turned and left the restaurant.
Besides his love of money and ruthlessness, the eldest patriarch of the Feng family had another peculiar hobby: gambling.
But strangely enough, he never lost a bet, and he gambled very restrainedly.
I just thought of it as making a little money for fun.
Besides visiting the Zhou family's rice shop, the main purpose of my trip to Cheng'an County was to gamble at the gambling den.
After having dinner at the restaurant, Master Feng, accompanied by two servants, went to the gambling den.
The gambling den was very welcoming to the man, and they took him to play dice.
Master Feng had excellent hearing; he could tell which side the dice landed on just by listening.
He won three thousand taels after just two or three rounds of gambling.
However, he lost at the start of the fourth set.
"I'm betting big!"
A short while later, "Sir, this is me."
I bet small!
A short while later, "Sir, it's a large one."
After this back and forth, Master Feng's thoughts were completely in disarray; he had never lost so many times before.
"No, someone on your team is a con artist!"
He was somewhat skeptical, saying that the shopkeeper was cheating.
The shopkeeper immediately led him to another table and had his men roll the dice.
As a result, he lost this round again.
At this moment, someone in the crowd remarked, "Isn't that Master Feng? He always wins when he gambles!"
"I think he's run out of luck! He's going to have a run of bad luck from now on!"
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