The rumors of various cases of conjunctivitis in the village were rampant, and farm work was no longer enjoyable. Everyone gathered in the streets to discuss the matter, saying as many awful things as possible.
Finally, the matter came before Song Lizheng.
Song Lizheng had always had a good relationship with the Zhao family. He had known from early on that Zhao Taohua was going to do business, but he had never expected that the business would become so big.
Of course, no matter how big the incident was, it was other people's business. Song Lizheng had no objection, but he would have different opinions if the villagers brought the incident to his attention.
The leader was a young man named Zhang Dayong. He was a sturdy man with a strong build and a loud voice. "Song Lizheng, you have to be the boss. I don't know what the Zhao family is doing all day. Everyone in the village is suffering, but they are rich. This is unacceptable."
"Yeah yeah……"
Those who followed suit also joined in. Their only purpose was to hope that Song Lizheng would come forward and make things clear. It would be best if he could tell them how they made the ice drink. If they wanted to get rich, the whole village should get rich together.
They all knew that the Zhao brothers had been going up the mountain every day for a few days recently, so the ingredients for making ice drinks must be available on the mountain. Whenever they went up the mountain to collect something, they would cover the bamboo baskets tightly.
At the time, the villagers thought they were just digging wild vegetables and didn't pay much attention. Now they realize that they were all fooled by the Zhao family.
"Quiet."
Song Lizheng cleared his throat and said, "Zhang Dayong, you say the Zhao family is rich, but that's not fair. But back then, the Zhao family was poor and skinny. I heard that Old Lady Zhao even drank manure. Why didn't you villagers send them any food? Now that they're rich, you're so anxious. What's the reason?"
Zhang Dayong was speechless after being confronted, and he immediately made a sophistry: "Who asked them to make the ingredients for the iced drinks? They pick them from the mountains. We live by the mountains and the water. The mountains and the water belong to all of us. All the villagers have a share. They can't just keep it all to themselves."
"That's right."
The noise behind me got louder.
Song Lizheng frowned. He had never seen such a shameless person before. He sneered and said, "The whole world belongs to the king, and all the people in the world are his subjects. Zhang Dayong, you say these mountains and rivers belong to the village. I dare not respond if you say so. The whole world belongs to the emperor's court. The people above haven't said anything yet, and you want to occupy the mountain and become king. Why don't I make you a dragon robe and ascend the throne tomorrow?"
As soon as these words came out, Zhang Dayong's face turned pale and red.
He definitely couldn't win the argument with Song Lizheng.
"Are you protecting the Zhao family?"
"What am I protecting? What evil things has the Zhao family done? Tell me?" Song Lizheng asked.
Zhang Dayong was speechless because everyone knew that the Zhao family had done nothing harmful to the world. It was just that the poor family suddenly became rich, which triggered their jealousy.
"That doesn't make sense."
"Who is being unreasonable..."
"It's done..."
Song Lizheng was too lazy to argue and continued, "You guys should go to the fields and work first. We just harvested a crop of rice and the new ones haven't been planted yet. I'm thinking about it. When Mr. Zhao comes back, I'll go over and ask him myself. OK?"
Seeing that the troublemakers would not achieve any result, and being busy with farm work at home, they had no choice but to give up and go back to work. After all, the Zhao family was now deserted and their past was gone.
There is no clue at home.
For a moment, they could only scatter like birds and beasts.
Although the people dispersed, all kinds of speculations and rumors spread in the fields and became more and more intense. Some people were so jealous that they wanted to roll on the ground.
No one had the energy to work anymore. They were all wondering how much money the Zhao family could make.
"You said the county sells it for 40 wen a bowl, so if they sell it to Fushunlou, they should get at least 30 wen..."
"No, no, I've seen them setting up stalls, selling them for twenty-five cents a bowl..."
"This old Zhao family member is really a ruthless person... He's not even afraid of being struck by lightning..."
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