Niu Da and his three companions had been gone for almost a month and a half when Xiao Fubao received a letter from Niu Cuihua.
Their peaceful life was shattered by a shop assistant named Niu San at the braised food stall: "Second Miss, Third Miss, Fourth Miss, Fifth Miss, Second Boss, this is something else!"
Little Fu Bao thought to herself: Luckily, her father only has five children. If he had seven or eight children like other families, this guy would have been shouting himself hoarse...
Little Fu Bao said:
"What happened?"
Niu San said, "Something's happened to our braised food shop."
The newly purchased braised food shop had several rooms at the back, so Niu Da and Shen Yu transferred their eight helpers who made pickles to the shop.
"Have a sip of tea and tell me slowly," Xiao Fubao said.
Niu San took a sip of tea: "Master Niu sent me here to tell Fifth Sister and Second Boss that there's trouble at our shop. They say there's something wrong with the sauces we've been using lately, and many people have gotten diarrhea after eating them."
Little Fu Bao jumped up and said:
"I'm going to change my clothes, I'll be there soon! Did you report it to the authorities?"
Niu Sandao:
"I've rushed all the way here, but I haven't reported it to the authorities yet!"
Little Fu Bao then said to Zhou the Dwarf, the farmhand they had bought at home:
"Go report this to the authorities."
Zhou the Dwarf said, "Yes!"
Xiao Fubao wears a tight-fitting outfit at home because she practices martial arts, as does Niu Yong. They both wear such outfits, which are quite form-fitting and require physical activity, so they get a bit dirty.
The little boy ran up to Gu Yu on his tiny legs and said, "Master, someone bullied the child while your disciple's parents weren't home, so Master, I need to ask for a day off to go back."
Those people prevented her from learning martial arts. Without martial arts, she couldn't bully Xie Jinyan all the time. And without bullying Xie Jinyan, she wouldn't be in a good mood.
Her bad mood had consequences.
Moreover, since that group of people started causing trouble while her father and mother were away, the oldest person in their family was her second uncle, who wasn't even eighteen yet.
What else could it be but bullying a child?
Are kids so easy to bully?
If they bully her until she goes bankrupt, how will she support Zhaocai?
"I'll go with you," Xiao Heng said. His little wife had been bullied; how could he not stand up for her?
“Let’s go too,” Shen Changzhu and Niu Yong said.
Gu Yu said, "I will go too! However, the carriage can't hold so many people, so Xiao Heng and I will go with you. You all rest for an hour."
My apprentice is being bullied. How can I not stand up for him?
Little Fu Bao's eyes lit up as she looked at Gu Yu and Xiao Heng: "Master, Senior Brother... I really am Master and Senior Brother's most beloved little disciple!"
Tao's newly opened pickle shop went bankrupt after only one month.
It's not that there's anything wrong with their food; it's so much better than the pickle shop the Chen family used to run, and it's sold for the same price as the Chen family's pickles back then.
It's just that the pickles from Niu's are not as good as the pickles from Niu's. Moreover, many diners were scared off by the pickles from Chen's Pickles Shop before, so they trusted Weixiangzhai's braised dishes more.
As a result, Weixiangzhai's pickled and braised dishes quickly gained a good reputation. There were dozens of counties in Jiangzhou, not just Niushan County. The gentry from each county would send their servants from dozens of miles away to line up and buy their braised and pickled dishes.
However, Tao's newly opened braised food shop was deserted.
When Xiao Fubao and Xiao Heng arrived, there were more than a dozen people surrounding the Niu family's braised food shop, with four men standing in the middle.
The tall, burly man shouted the loudest.
There was also a tall, thin man next to him.
The other two were dark-skinned, short, and thin.
The four men looked menacing. "My wife bought some pickled vegetables from your braised food shop. After eating them, my mother, my wife, my son, and my daughter all got diarrhea! Look, look, isn't this their Weixiangzhai pickled vegetables!"
“Weixiangzhai, they sold these things to us, they are simply unscrupulous merchants, we’ve ruined their reputation!”
The men didn't mention losing money.
"Wait a minute," Xiang'er said. After dismounting, she helped Xiao Fubao jump off her pony.
Xiao Heng and Gu Yu dismounted from the carriage one after the other.
Niu San, Xiao Mei, and Niu Mao'er, seeing that it was Xiao Fu Bao, couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, even though their little boss was a very intelligent child.
But no matter how smart a child is, he is still a child.
When the four men saw that it was a child who had come, they couldn't help but look down on him: "Your boss is so afraid of trouble that he has to send a child to handle things, haha!"
"I'm a child, I can handle you all." "What makes you think this pickle comes from our family's shop?"
One of the burly men stepped forward, holding a jar in his arms and revealing a seal bearing the three large characters "Wei Xiang Zhai," saying:
"Is this your family's pickled vegetable? You can tell at a glance; everyone has eaten it and seen it before."
Xiao Fubao took the pickles from Zhuang Da's hand, smelled them, frowned slightly, glanced at the four people, and said:
"This tastes wrong, this isn't our family's pickles! But you've reminded me, everyone's eaten it, seen it! Almost everyone on this street has eaten our pickles. Do you dare let everyone on this street try yours and compare it to ours?" "Anyone who tries it will receive a reward."
The burly man was slightly surprised that the child spoke so clearly and logically. He took the pickles, snorted, and said:
"If it's not yours, whose is it? Who knows if those people will say something against their conscience for a reward? Why send a little kid instead of your boss?"
"Oh? So you're afraid to let them try it?" Xiao Fubao said. "Why don't we try it ourselves? Maybe you'll say that once we've tasted it, we'll say it's not our family's pickles." "But we still want to try it ourselves!"
As she spoke, Xiao Fubao asked Xiang'er to take a jar of pickled vegetables from the big man's hand. The shop assistant brought fifteen pairs of chopsticks, and Xiao Fubao, Xiang'er, and the three shop assistants each tasted a bite.
Little Fu Bao narrowed his eyes and asked Zhang San:
What do you think?
Niu Sandao:
"I'm not very knowledgeable and don't know how to describe it, but I just think it's not as good as the pickles our family makes!"
Niu Mao'er said:
"It's not as fresh as our homemade pickles; this one even has a slightly bitter taste."
Niu San said, "That's right, that's exactly what I meant."
Xiao Mei said:
"It's also slightly bitter, obviously made with coarse salt. Although sugar was added to cover it up, so it's not unpleasant to eat, the taste is a bit strange."
Little Fu Bao said, "You missed something! There's sand in here!"
As she spoke, Xiao Fubao handed the chopsticks to the troublemakers, letting them try her homemade pickles. When they tasted the pickles, they couldn't help but take a few more bites.
With a slight frown, he moved his chopsticks slightly, staring longingly at the pickles in the jar. Seeing this, Xiao Fubao quickly handed the jar to Xiang'er, saying:
"I told you, those jars of yours aren't ours, and they're made with coarse salt. You probably bought counterfeit ones."
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