Chapter 165 The Difficult Shop Owner

"Where did you get the money, kid? Did you steal it? Hurry up, send it back. If you are reported to the police, you will go to jail! We are not short of money, so why didn't you tell us when you needed it? Yamato, hurry up, take this kid back to the school. Be sure to do it quietly, don't let the teacher see it, and return it quickly before he finds out."

Zhang Jinlan was so scared that she dropped the pancakes she was going to fry on the ground.

She didn't care about the pain and dragged her eldest son and grandson out.

Stealing is no small matter.

If caught by the police, he would be beaten with at least thirty sticks and spend two years in prison.

Whether or not you can get out alive is another matter.

Even if he gets out, people from all over the place will keep their distance from him. How can he have any future? I'm afraid that even if he goes to work odd jobs in town, no one will want him.

Zhang Jinlan was extremely anxious.

But even if you want to beat or scold the child, you have to return the money first and then scold him.

"Grandma, I didn't steal it. I earned it! Why would I steal someone else's money?"

Jiang Tongmu was very angry.

His father beside him was so angry that he had to explain quickly.

I was afraid that if I spoke too slowly, my father would slap me in the face, which would be a big loss.

"Earned it? How did you earn it?"

Zhang Jinlan breathed a sigh of relief after hearing her grandson's explanation.

She said, Sun Zi is not that kind of person.

But then I thought, my grandson has nothing, so where can he earn a few taels of silver?

"I made the money by selling grilled sausages. My classmate really liked to eat this. I didn't want to sell it at first, but he kept adding more money. Later, it became three taels of silver. I thought, if I don't sell it, I'll be a fool, so I sold it. Later, I gave him some meat pie. Anyway, I didn't lose money. Dad, don't be angry, I really didn't steal the money."

Took a long time to explain.

Only then did my father calm down his anger.

The Jiang family members in the yard also started working again.

"Well, you did a good job. This is what my grandson should be like. If you have money but don't make money, you're a bastard. If you didn't sell it to them, I would have scolded you. There is always grilled sausage to eat. It's not easy to meet such a stupid rich man.

Okay, wash your hands quickly. Grandma will make you a big meat pie and put more meat in it. Oh, what a pity that such a good meat pie fell on the ground. How about I wash it and we can eat it ourselves? "

After Zhang Jinlan finished speaking, she picked up the cake from the ground.

My face is full of regret.

"You are not allowed to eat it. It is so dirty. If you get sick from eating it, you will have to take medicine. The money you spend is more expensive than this cake. If you don't give it to grandma, I will—"

Jiang Fubao quickly stopped the grandma from searching.

She snatched the cake from grandma's hand.

Along with the auxiliary words, the cake was thrown out the door.

A stray dog ​​happened to pass by. It sniffed the food, and after taking a sniff, its eyes lit up and it ran away with the bread in its mouth.

The dough is still raw, but there is meat inside. The dog's nose is the most sensitive.

It held the bread in its mouth and disappeared in a flash.

Zhang Jinlan had no choice but to give up.

Her brows were wrinkled with heartache, but Jiang Fubao smiled happily.

What a good dog!

"Mom, forget it. It's not a waste to feed the dog. I see the dog is quite skinny, so I'll just do a good deed for the day."

Zhang Yanzi advised from the side.

But his eyes were fixed on his daughter.

Jiang Fubao stuck out his tongue and sat back in his chair.

Grandma won't be angry with her.

Grandma just feels sorry for the buns.

Sure enough, after my mother finished speaking, grandma explained, "It's okay, Fubao is right, how can you eat dirty bread? In the past, when there was a famine, several children in the village ate dirty things on the ground, got sick and died. Now, the grass on the grave is taller than us.

Fubao, don't be afraid. Grandma doesn't blame you. She just feels sorry for the food. Okay, continue making the buns. The customers outside are waiting to eat them. " Shaking her head, Zhang Jinlan quickly put the matter of the buns behind her.

During the hottest time of the day, there are fewer customers.

After a busy morning, the Jiang family began to rest and prepare for lunch.

Each person was given a piece of meat pie and a bowl of mung bean soup. They used to be reluctant to give away their own food, but now that they have a better life, they are willing to do so.

Eat half of it.

There was a knock on the back door.

Jiang Siyin opened the bolt and a man walked in.

It was the shop owner Wan.

"You are all here, let me check on the peaches." Wan Zhen walked to the tree by himself and counted them one by one.

As peaches grow and mature, half of them will fall off.

So after counting for a while, Wan Zhen's face turned pale.

"Did you steal my peaches? Didn't I tell you not to touch my peaches?"

There was a hint of anger on her face, and the words she said made people feel uncomfortable.

Jiang Eryong, who was in a bad temper, was about to curse someone.

But he was stopped by his mother.

"Your peaches are not ripe yet, why should we pick them? Not only are they unpleasant to the mouth, they are also very sour. Several families in our village have peach trees, but no one eats them. In the past, when they were given to us, they would just sit in the house and rot. No one would touch them at home, so who would eat your peaches?

Look at the ground, aren't those your peaches? Two or three of them have fallen. I swept up a lot of them and threw them out a few days ago. If you're really afraid that we'll steal them, just pick them now."

Zhang Jinlan retorted in a sarcastic tone.

In fact, no one ever sent peaches to their home.

But who will verify what you say? You just say it out loud.

Zhang Jinlan is the best at this.

She often does it.

After all, he was the shop owner and his family rented the shop from her. His second son was the younger generation and he would curse at others.

This is a big deal.

But she would not allow others to slander her family for no reason.

I am about the same age as Wanzhen.

A few words between peers means nothing.

Zhang Jinlan crossed her arms over her chest, raised her head and looked at Wan Zhen.

"The peaches aren't ripe yet, how can I eat them if I pick them? Forget it, just think of them as having fallen on their own. I counted them carefully this time. The peaches will be ripe in half a month at most. I'll come back to pick them when they're ripe. Remember, don't touch my peaches."

Wan saw that the Jiang family was not easy to bully, so she didn't say anything more.

Just walked away.

"Mom, I'm afraid we were deceived by that broker. No wonder such a good shop is waiting for us to rent. I'm afraid the previous tenants were all mad at the shop owner. With such a big family business, he still stares at this broken peach, as if he doesn't care about anyone."

Jiang Eryong was so angry that he slammed the door to the backyard shut.

The commotion was so loud that Jiang Yahe, who was entertaining guests at the front, also pulled aside the curtain and came over.

"Well, we've already rented it, so just be patient. If things get out of hand, we won't get any benefits. After all, it's someone else's shop."

Zhang Jinlan has never been bullied in her life.

After opening a shop, I endured it many times.

"If you make more money, we can buy a shop and no one can control us."

Sun Pingmei took a vicious bite of the meat pie in her hand and spoke incoherently.

"Well, there are many shops in the town with good locations, which cost more than three hundred taels. The one we rented has a backyard and is located in a busy street, so it costs at least five hundred taels."

Jiang Eryong was disappointed.