Ultimately, she was still somewhat worried that Ye Lingyu would be angry because of what she had done to the Ye family, and that she would think she was causing trouble.
Ye Lingyu also waved her fan: "Why get angry? If we don't want to do business with them, then we won't. It's no big deal."
"You can sell these melons, vegetables, everything to whomever you want. It doesn't matter how much you earn, as long as you're happy."
"Moreover, when I said I was severing ties with the Ye family, I meant I didn't want to have anything to do with them anymore."
“If they hadn’t bothered us, that would have been fine, but now that they’re resorting to their old tricks and want to take our lives, how can we let them bully us?”
“I don’t owe them anything, so, Ayan, Jiangjiang, you must remember that.”
"If someone wants to fight us, we'll fight back; if someone wants to kill us, we'll kill back."
Don't try to take a loss when you haven't already.
As Cheng Qingyan thought of those days when she had to endure hardship without any real suffering, and those people who had endured hardship without any real suffering, she couldn't suppress the smile on her lips.
Jiang Jiang clapped her hands loudly: "Mother is right, let's go back and kill them, you bad guys!"
When she entered the house in the morning, she was overwhelmed by the smell of oil.
They hadn't even lived in their newly built house for a few days before someone tried to burn it down. It was truly unforgivable.
Although Cheng Qingyan helped Liu Baisheng open two shops in Ningyuan County, as well as the medicinal herb business of Yan Nanxing and his wife, it was still not enough to compete with the Ye family, who had been rooted in Ningyuan County for many years!
She asked Ye Lingyu with some concern, "Wife, we now have four shops in Yuanning County and about four more in Wanfeng County. Compared to the Ye family's wealth, isn't that a bit pathetic?"
"No rush. When Uncle Mu comes back, let him go to Yuanning County. He used to be in charge of the Ye family's winery."
Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you strike at the heart of the matter.
Cheng Qingyan naturally believed Ye Lingyu's words. If her wife said there was no rush, then she wouldn't be in a hurry either.
She believed that Ye Lingyu would have her own plans, and all she needed to do was provide unconditional support.
We still need to make more money, so we can just bury Ye Lingxi in money!
The changes in that year were so great that those who knew Cheng Qingyan no longer recognized her.
Truckloads of watermelons were being transported out of the village, making many people envious.
These trucks aren't carrying watermelons, they're carrying money!
Once a person has a wicked thought, that desire is hard to suppress.
After the rice harvest, she built a small warehouse next door between her new house and the neighboring house.
It's convenient for storage and also convenient for them to keep an eye on it.
When villagers came to Cheng Qingyan to buy watermelons, Cheng Qingyan did not sell them at the market price, but instead reduced the price by ten coins per jin as a friendly price.
This has led some people to have ulterior motives, wanting to become middlemen.
As a result, the melon sellers had to restrict the number of people allowed to buy the melons.
Moreover, even if a watermelon costs twenty coins per pound, not every household is willing to buy it to eat.
Those who live a relatively comfortable life will buy one to try.
Some families would buy a melon together, then split it up, each paying half by weight.
It may have limited the desire of some to become middlemen, but it couldn't stop some people from having ulterior motives.
Before they could figure out what to do with the assassins at home, two truckloads of watermelons were hijacked.
The oxcarts used to transport watermelons were all equipped with guardrails, and each cart carried at least a thousand kilograms of watermelons.
Each time they made a delivery, they would send people to escort them, but despite this, two trucks were still stolen.
Fortunately, there were no casualties. She could only comfort the people who were escorting the watermelons, saying that it was okay if the watermelons were lost, as long as everyone was safe.
This incident also served as a reminder to her that she would need to transport more than just watermelons in the future; she would also need to grow things that were even more valuable than watermelons. It was time to train more people to help her.
The people Ruan Banxia gave to Meng Chuying for practice have been practicing for a few days now, but we don't know how it went.
Cheng Qingyan was drenched in sweat from the heat of the field, and with her watermelons stolen, she wasn't in a good mood.
She composed herself at the gate before stepping into the courtyard.
Bad moods are best left outside; don't bring them into the house.
Her family are the most important people in her life, and she shouldn't cause them unnecessary trouble because of material possessions.
Despite her best efforts to appear normal, how could someone who had shared a bed with her for so long not notice anything?
Since Cheng Qingyan didn't say anything, Ye Lingyu didn't ask her.
In the afternoon, I made an excuse to go out and went to the fields.
Meng Dazhuang went to the county with the watermelon truck this time, so he couldn't possibly be unaware of what happened.
When Ye Lingyu appeared outside the patrol team's rest room, Meng Dazhuang thought to himself, "Oh no!"
Could it be that Cheng Qingyan said it was nothing on the surface, but after going back, he got angrier and angrier, so he sent his wife to stop him from working?
Ye Lingyu didn't even enter the patrol team's building; she stood at the door and asked, "Where is Meng Dazhuang?"
Meng Dazhuang swallowed hard and rushed out of the house in a panic: "Madam, what brings you here?"
Ye Lingyu glanced at him indifferently: "I've come to ask you how you do things."
Her tone wasn't bad, and she couldn't discern any particular emotion, but Meng Dazhuang, being honest and straightforward, immediately knelt down with a thud. "Madam, you know everything? But didn't my husband say he wouldn't pursue the matter?"
It was just a simple trick, and it actually worked.
Ye Lingyu continued to ask calmly, "Yes, she said she wouldn't pursue the matter. But, tell me about that incident again."
"Get up first. If you kneel down and others see you, they'll think I'm bullying you."
Meng Dazhuang dared not disobey and stood up by pushing himself up from the ground.
He was tall and imposing; standing in front of Ye Lingyu, he was like a wall.
With his head down, he recounted the story of the watermelon cart being robbed to Ye Lingyu again.
Those people looked like bandits, but most of them carried sticks and all of them had their faces covered.
It's as if they knew their departure time and route, and set a trap early on; otherwise, they wouldn't have gotten away with this so easily.
"Is anyone injured?"
Meng Dazhuang shook his head: "We're alright, but two of them on the other side died..."
Ye Lingyu glanced at Meng Dazhuang's arm; perhaps because he had just knelt down and braced himself against the ground when he stood up, his arm was now bleeding again.
This big, clumsy guy is still hiding his injury from her.
"Just do your best. If you get injured, get medical treatment promptly. You, come with me to my house to get the medicine."
"If anyone else is injured, bring them back with me. I will ask Doctor Ruan to treat your wounds."
Meng Dazhuang looked at the wound on his arm and didn't notice that it was bleeding.
That explains why we managed to keep it from Cheng Qingyan, but not Ye Lingyu~
"Madam...we..."
Ye Lingyu raised her hand to stop him, not letting him continue.
In hot weather, improper wound care can easily lead to complications.
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