Zheng Ruqian suddenly grinned and giggled.
The five brothers, brother and sister were all so frightened that they shivered.
Chang Yan stretched out his hand and carefully poked his cheek. Just as he was about to open his mouth to speak, he was picked up by his second brother.
"I'm fine, Xiaowu." Zheng Ruqian put Chang Yan down, hugged the other brothers one by one, and finally hugged Jiang Sheng, "I'm really fine."
Finally putting Jiang Sheng down, he said in a deep voice, "Brother is right, we have only come a long way. It is normal to encounter setbacks. A mere workshop business has knocked me down. How can I be a member of the Zheng family in the future?"
Xu Mo took a long breath and nodded in agreement.
Fang Heng picked up the stick with a thick arm, "Second brother, I can't help you with anything, but whoever leaked your recipe, I can help you vent your anger and break his legs."
Zhang Qiquan's eyes lit up when he saw this, and he hurried back to the workshop, presumably to scare people with Mr. Fang's stick.
"It doesn't matter who leaked the recipe." Xu Mo knocked on the table, "What's important is that the Wang family is no longer limited to dealing with the third child, but has listed us all as enemies."
It takes a total of twenty days for bacon to be sold from curing, drying and smoking.
Twenty days ago, the Wang family was still concentrating on helping Sun Yumou win the position of the next county governor.
At that time, Xu Mo's brother and sister thought that they would not act randomly again, but the leak of the bacon recipe proved that although the Wang family was seeking to seize the position of Anshui County Governor, they did not relax their pace in dealing with them, and even wanted to catch them all.
No, as soon as Sun Yu died, Zheng Ruqian's bacon recipe was leaked.
Who will be next?
Wen Zhiyun who helps people get medicine? Or the only girl Jiang Sheng?
Or maybe it was Xu Mo, who was the master of Xieyang County.
No matter who they are, they don't have the energy to deal with the successive insidious tricks, nor do they have the energy to be on guard every day.
Only a person can commit a thief for a thousand days, but there is no one who can guard against a thief for a thousand days.
Since the Wang family didn't want them to be happy, they had no choice but to prevent the Wang family from being happy.
Xu Mo threw the bundle he had just packed on the table and said in a deep voice, "I won't leave yet. Contact Wang Fufeng."
Everyone present was surprised.
Only Jiang Sheng's eyes were bright and he said happily, "It's great not to leave. I was telling Fifth Brother just now that I wanted to see Sister Sun Qin."
Sun Qin is Qiao Yuhe's daughter, half a year older than Jiang Sheng.
After Qiao Yuhe died, the Sun family took the two children back and seemed to treat them without harsh treatment.
But Jiang Sheng still felt uneasy, always feeling that she had to see it with her own eyes in order to be worthy of that gentle and kind aunt.
"Okay, I'll take you to see it when I have time." Xu Mo touched his sister's little head.
Turning back to look at Zheng Ruqian, he added, "Second brother, I don't understand business matters, and I won't interfere in it, but I believe you will handle it well and won't lose to these little tricks, right?"
Zheng Ruqian nodded vigorously.
It is easy to give up business in Fucheng, but if you shrink back when encountering difficulties, the hard-working character will collapse.
No matter what, he wanted to guard the workshop in Hairpin Xiaoyuan, and he also wanted to find out the spies in the workshop.
The six brothers and sisters began to work separately again.
Zheng Ruqian cooperated with Zhang Qiquan to find out the spy who leaked the bacon recipe, but couldn't find him.
Everyone's micro-expressions are flawless, everyone can testify for each other, and no bacon recipe has been leaked.
Could it be that he saw a ghost?
The bacon recipe lost its legs?
Or maybe it was Zhang Qiquan and his wife who were in charge, and Aunt Zhang Xianglian who helped with the work?
Zheng Ruqian hasn't breathed his last yet. If he really doubts Aunt Zhang Shucui'er and Aunt Zhang, he will chill the hearts of his own people.
But he couldn't bear to keep the spies in the workshop like this.
So Mr. Zheng kept doing nothing and said cruelly, "In this case, you all should be fired. Don't come to Hairpin Courtyard anymore. All the workshops have hired new people."
In fact, what he said is quite nonsense. Youranju can no longer sell bacon. Except for Anyang County, which can still sell some because of its distance, there is no need for it at other times.
That amount can be completed by just two people, Liu Cui and Zhang Xianglian, and there is no need to hire new people.
But the day laborers hired by the workshops are unimaginable. Most of them are farmers with their backs to the sky and their backs to the earth. They only know how to work and support their families on a few cents a day.
Hearing Zheng Ruqian's words, nine out of the ten day laborers became anxious and begged for mercy and even knelt down to kowtow.
There is no need to mention the words of begging.
The only indifferent person left was noticed by Zheng Ruqian.
He called Zhang Qiquan, pointed at the dark and thin woman in the corner and asked, "Uncle Zhang, who is this?"
Zhang Qiquan frowned and recalled, "It should be from Dafu Village. It is said that my parents are all dead, and the man is slumped on the bed. She is the only one working at home and outside the house. I saw that my life was miserable, so I got an exception. .”
Farming in the village is based on population. Although the thin black woman is capable, the two people share one acre of land. After working, there is no work. The grain produced is not enough to eat after paying the tax. Working in the workshop to earn a few pennies a day is enough. God-given life.
But now, she is not afraid of losing her good life at all, and it is clear that she has something to rely on.
Zheng Ruqian nodded towards Zhang Qiquan.
Zhang Qiquan walked up to the thin black woman with a sullen face and said, "You signed a contract when you were working in the workshop. No matter whether you leave the workshop or not, you cannot leak the workshop formula. Once you leak it, it will be a crime of beheading."
In fact, it's not that serious. At most, you'll lose some money.
But the thin black woman didn't understand that beheading would have the greatest impact on her and frighten her the most.
Sure enough, the woman who had looked indifferent just now turned to astonishment and asked in a hoarse voice, "Is this true? Don't talk nonsense!"
"Nonsense?" Zhang Qiquan laughed, "Not to mention that there are really stipulations in the contract. Even if there is no such law, based on the relationship between our eldest son and the county governor, is it easy to chop off the head of a commoner like you?"
Everyone in Hairpin Flower Courtyard knew that Xu Mo had a close relationship with the Anshui County Sheriff.
Although Master Xu is fair and just, he will never bully others.
But the thin black woman didn’t know.
She was panicked and couldn't help herself.
However, Zhang Qiquan had a dark heart and added, "Not only you, not even your family can escape!"
The thin black woman finally broke down, knelt on the ground, and told the whole story of secretly selling the bacon recipe.
It was indeed the Wang family who found her, gave her ten taels of silver, and asked her to reveal the bacon recipe.
Ten taels of silver is enough for her to live for the rest of her life, and it is also enough for her man to treat his illness.
So the thin black woman sold Zheng Ruqian without any guilt.
Of course she regretted it now, with tears streaming down her face, and she kowtowed repeatedly, "I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong, please don't chop off my head, don't chop off my man's head."
But it was too late.
Zheng Ruqian couldn't kill her, but he could get her out of the workshop and even make her lose everything.
But the words haven’t been spoken yet.
Xu Mo hurried over, held his arm, and whispered softly, "Don't touch this spy yet, I can't contact Wang Fufeng..."
