Huang and Zhao Qinshi chatted for an afternoon, and Huang got a complete grasp of all the gossip about Zhao Family Village and the surrounding area.
It was quite interesting, and I went to bed early after dinner that night.
Back in town, when Zhao Qianci learned that his wife had abandoned him without a word, he was extremely unsettled.
"Didn't your mother say anything else? Why did she suddenly want to go back to the village?"
Zhao Qianci was very unwilling to admit that his wife disliked him.
Seeing her father-in-law's mournful face, Wang Caixia knew he was upset, so she could only offer words of comfort.
"Father, I reckon Mother had something very important to do before she went back. Before she left, she told everyone to hurry up and research some new dishes."
In addition, before Mother left, Manager Han from Ruyi Restaurant came by and talked with her for a long time in the main room. During the conversation, Mother even took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone. I don't know if she signed some kind of contract with Manager Han.
Mother is probably having some undecided decision; she might have gone back to the village to consult with someone or gone into the mountains to talk to Qingyan.
Zhao Qianci was devastated. "Why couldn't you wait for me? Couldn't I have gone back with you? I wanted to go into the valley too."
Of course, he only dared to think these words in his heart; he would never dare to let the younger generation hear them.
After asking the same few questions over and over, Zhao Qianci finally gave up on pressing the matter.
He went back to his room to rest, his shoulders slumped.
In a fit of pique, the old man didn't even take a bath before going to bed that night.
"Hmph, I'll make you regret leaving without saying goodbye. I won't take a shower, and I'll make your pillow smell bad. Then you'll know what you did wrong."
If you don't even care about your own man, what else do you care about?
I knew you were my sweetheart, I wanted to go see you too. And I wanted to drink some wine too…”
While muttering to himself, Zhao Qianci fell asleep.
If Zhao Qingyan knew what the old man was muttering about, she would definitely question her life. What kind of family is this? Are they all gluttons?
He's either eyeing her snacks or her drinks.
The people in the other rooms ate and slept as usual, and were not upset by Huang's departure.
As for what Manager Han talked about with Madam Huang, the family didn't care at all; after all, it was for the good of the family.
Sure enough, early the next morning, magpies were chirping on the branches, a sign that good things were about to happen.
Is this true? Absolutely not.
I don't know if those restaurants and eateries in town had planned this or what, but today they all came to talk to the manager.
Fortunately, the men hadn't gone to the private school yet at this time.
Zhao Qianci stepped forward to receive them.
"Gentlemen, my surname is Zhao, and I am the head of the Zhao family. May I ask what brings you here?"
The shopkeepers exchanged glances, as if to say, "So he's a scholar after all."
The manager of Tian Shun Lou, who considered himself the most distinguished, spoke first.
"I am Hao Xiang, the manager of Tianshunlou Restaurant. I am here today not for any other reason than that your restaurant's business practices are affecting the business of our other stores."
So, I'm here today to solve this problem.
Although Zhao Qianci is a refined and gentle person who looks like he can't do anything, he is not someone to be trifled with at heart.
Smiling, she said, "That's a bit puzzling. What kind of business practices of ours have affected yours?"
You all run restaurants, but my Zhao family just makes spicy hot pot for breakfast and lunch.
How could it possibly affect your business?
I don't know which shops the other owners are from, but Tian Shun Lou has been in Wufang Town for quite some time now.
What? My family's small snack shop can affect your business?
If I told you that, would your boss believe me?
Hao Xiang almost choked, never expecting that a scholar in a long gown could silence him so easily.
"I'm talking about your methods, which are affecting our business."
Since ancient times, whether it's a humble snack shop like yours or a restaurant, they've always waited for customers to come to them.
Your delivery method is seriously impacting our industry, so we hope that Zhao's Snack Shop will stop offering delivery services in the future.
Zhao Qianci stopped smiling and instead gave Hao Xiang a disdainful look before turning to the crowd.
"Were you still half asleep before you came here or what?"
My family's humble little snack stall is enough to attract all of you idle people who have nothing better to do than come and criticize.
If my Zhao family opened a proper restaurant, would you all go bankrupt?
So what if my family does food delivery? If you're so capable, why don't you do it too? Did I stop you from learning?
If you feel your business isn't doing well, you can work on improving the taste of your dishes. If that doesn't work, then be more generous.
If you're willing to spend the money, it's not difficult to hire some able-bodied young men and have them do your delivery work.
Having a business not only allows you to help people who need work, but it's also a win-win situation.
A brain is a good thing; remember to bring it next time you go out.
Hao Xiang and the other shopkeepers were thoroughly humiliated and scolded.
Especially Hao Xiang, since becoming the manager of Tianshunlou, has never been humiliated like this by anyone other than his boss.
"Hmph, fine, very good."
Aren't you afraid of offending us and making your snack stall go out of business?
Zhao Qianci stroked his beard.
"Yes, what methods would you use to prevent my family's shop from continuing to operate?"
Are you trying to cut off my family's supply channels by using your network of connections, or are you trying to frame me?
Let me think, for example, I could hire a poor person to come to my house for dinner, and then give that person rat poison beforehand.
If they continue to pin the blame on my family, claiming that someone died from eating our food, my family will be sued for murder and will disappear from Wufang Town forever.
What else? They said my food was unclean, that I used meat from dead cats and rotten dogs to make filling for buns, causing people to vomit and have diarrhea after eating them, and that I should pay compensation or even cause serious illness and death?
Or are you planning to vandalize and loot my house? Send some thugs to smash it up.
Putting aside everything else, the stained glass windows in my house are worth a fortune.
If those thugs you hired were to hit you with a stick, you'd be bankrupt from all the losses.
No, no, I have to go to the county government right now and have a serious talk with Lord Qiu.
You're saying my business is blocking your way, and you're plotting to do this to my family.
Oh. There's one more thing I forgot to mention.
A few days ago, the wife of a butcher at the market was arrested.
The reason was that during the disaster, her wife betrayed a village, almost causing the village to be massacred.
In reality, the entire village joined forces and annihilated thousands of refugees. No one in the village was injured or killed.
I heard that night, the ground in the village was soaked with blood to a thickness of a foot, and everyone who had eaten the sheep was burned to death in a pit.
Those who haven't eaten it before should have their arms and legs broken and be left to die on the roadside.
Later, Lord Qiu bestowed upon that village the name "Heroic Village".
What a coincidence, I come from Yingyong Village.
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