Zhang Dayong glared at the Zhao family fiercely, as if he wanted to eat them alive, and asked, "What do you want?"
Zhao Dazhu sneered, "Shouldn't we be asking you, Zhang Dayong, this question? What exactly do you want? You surrounded my house in the middle of the night and even brought people to steal our things. What do you want?"
Zhang Dayong was furious and said, "Anyway...anyway, if you guys are collecting things from the mountain, your family won't be allowed to get rich. You have to be open about it to show fairness."
"fair?"
Zhao Yuzhu was almost amused by Zhang Dayong. He said, "Zhang Dayong, let me tell you, you are jealous of the profits we make from selling our iced drinks in the county town, so you are jealous and crazy, right? As a person, you should be honest. If you admit it now, you are jealous of our Zhao family's profits, so you want to unite the whole village to force us to reveal the recipe of this iced drink, then we will make it public. How about it, do you dare?"
"What? The Zhao family really wants to reveal the secret recipe?"
"No way! This is a golden goose that lays eggs. If it were me, I wouldn't want to give it up..."
"...If you really tell us, we will be embarrassed."
"The Zhao family definitely won't tell. Didn't I hear Zhuzi say that they want Zhang Dayong to admit that he's jealous? Zhang Dayong has a hot temper and would rather die than bend. He'd rather die standing than kneel..."
Someone shouted directly.
Before he could finish his words, Zhang Dayong's eyes were bloodshot, and he loudly admitted, "Yes, I, Zhang Dayong, am just crazy about money. I'm jealous of your Zhao family's wealth. I'm so jealous that I want to incite the whole village to force you. If forcing you doesn't work, I want to rob you... I'm blinded by greed, right?"
As Zhang Dayong admitted it, the whole village fell silent.
The guy who just said that Zhang Dayong had a bad temper instantly contradicted himself and said that he was such a bad mouth that he might as well not say anything.
"Now it's your turn. You have to fulfill your promise and speak out."
Zhang Dayong stared at Zhao Zhu.
"Zhu Zi, do you really want to say it?"
Song Lizheng also understood what was going on and glanced at the Zhao family, as if trying to determine whether what he had said was just an angry remark or the truth.
The Zhao family was about to answer when they heard the sound of an oxcart outside. Everyone looked up and found that it was already dawn. They could see the surrounding scenery carefully.
"It's the oxcart from Fushunlou coming here with its goods."
There were ten buckets of ice powder, four ox carts, five or six strong men, and even four or five guards with weapons.
Apparently, there had been robberies outside the county town before, so Fushunlou had started to be on guard.
The money is not much, and the key is that the poetry conference cannot fail.
Fu Shun Lou finally managed to climb up the ladder this time, and his colleagues were envious and jealous.
Among the people who came to transport goods this time, Manager He was among them. He was the first to get off the ox cart. After all, he was the manager of the town, and his whole demeanor was different wherever he went.
Following behind him were his male guards, walking all the way to the Zhao family. Along the way, the common people retreated like a steamroller.
Zhang Dayong, who seemed so powerful just now, immediately became a background figure in front of He Guanyu.
"Boss Zhao, why are there so many people?"
He Guan asked Zhao Dazhu.
Although Zhao Taohua is the head of the family, in public, Zhao Dazhu is the one who has the final say.
Just as the villagers were dodging and trying to find a crack in the ground to crawl into, Zhao Dazhu said with a smile, "Don't worry, they are all fellow villagers. Ten barrels of goods are too many today, and they are all here to help. It took a lot of effort to make these ten barrels."
"I see."
He Guanxian smiled, then looked at the surrounding villagers from a distance, bowed slightly, and said, "Thank you very much for your help, fellow villagers of Hexi Village. The iced drinks for the county poetry festival were all provided by my Fushunlou. The scholars praised our excellent cooking. The people of Hexi Village are very simple and skillful. Thank you very much."
When the villagers heard this, they thought it was a way to flatter them. It was a pity that they had been blinded by greed and listened to Zhang Dayong's instigation, trying to force the Zhao family to hand over the secret recipe.
What a piece of shit.
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