Thrown Into the Wolf’s Den! Zaizai Holds Space In His Hands To Survive the Disaster Year

Shen Ningning was curious: "Grandpa, village chief, don't be anxious, speak slowly."

The old village chief wiped a handful of sweat from his forehead. The bright sun burned his face, which was red and full of anxiety.

"A while ago, Mr. Quan, a wealthy businessman in the city, celebrated his birthday. He originally ordered about thirty kilograms of loquat candies from our village, and the deposit was paid."

“We sent the finished samples to the whole government and showed him, and he was quite satisfied. But now I don’t know who heard the slander, saying that if you have been to court, it is unlucky to eat our candies.”

“Not only do they want us to refund the deposit, but they also come to the village later, saying that we have concealed a mistake and are waiting for us to apologize!”

Jiang Zhi, who was standing next to Shen Ningning, suddenly became angry after hearing this.

"What nonsense is this old man talking? Did he find out clearly that Sister Ningning went to the government to identify other criminals?"

As she spoke, she rolled up her sleeves: "The whole government, right? I'll go find him."

 Shen Ningning stretched out her little hand to hold her.

With eyes as clear as snow, he looked at the old village chief: "Grandpa, village chief, when the whole government came to order candy from you, did you sign the receipt?"

 “This…” The old village chief hesitated to speak.

He sighed: "Master Quan is a well-known wealthy businessman in the capital. When doing business, he must keep his word, so I didn't ask him to establish a written agreement with us."

Shen Ningning shook her head silently, her voice filled with helplessness: "I've said it many times, it can save a lot of trouble in the future."

"Ning Ning, what do you think we should do now? They want the money back, but I don't have any money left! I had already distributed the deposit money to each household in the village."

 “How much deposit did they give?”

 “Fifty taels.”

Shen Ningning exhaled with pink lips.

 She originally had five or six hundred silver in savings, but recently she spent a lot of money to buy things for Jiang Zhi in the village house, and to settle Wu Zuchang's funeral.

I only have a hundred taels or so left on me.

The little guy's watery black eyes turned and he had an idea.

“Brother Jiang, come here.” Shen Ningning stood on tiptoe and whispered a few words in a low voice.

Jiang Zhi’s brows slowly wrinkled: “He?”

 The little guy nodded seriously, his watery eyes were round and bright, making people unable to bear to refuse.

“Brother Jiang, I can’t leave, so I can only ask you.”

"Okay..." Jiang Zhi sighed, turned around, rode the horse raised by Shen Ningning, and left the village.

Looking at her flying away, the old village chief wondered: "Ning Ning, have you thought of a solution?"

“I thought about it, they don’t want the candy anymore, just give me back the money, but I can’t let them take the money too easily, I have to put some pressure on them!”

The little guy said, smiling sweetly, his eyes shining black, looking at his round white and delicate little face, he looked very soft and cute.

 After a while.

 A dark group of people came at the entrance of the village.

 A soft sedan landed on the ground, and the remaining servants were all tall and thick, holding sticks.

 This is obviously not a polite discussion.

I'm afraid, if the old village chief doesn't agree, they will take action!

 The sedan curtain was opened, and the wealthy businessman Mr. Quan was over sixty years old. He had narrow eyes, a mustache, and was capable and shrewd.

 He glanced at the housing construction in Xiangyun Village, with a hint of secret surprise in his eyes.

How can these poor villagers decorate their houses like this?

But soon, his eyes turned disdainful again.

The servant stepped forward and shouted: "Where are the people? Where have they all died? Mr. Quan is here, but he still doesn't come out to greet him and pay back his money!"

There was no one on the village road, and the doors and windows of every house were closed.

At this moment, a girl came humming and skipping from the end of the village road.

Shen Ningning was wearing a small blue and white dress with a beautiful golden-winged butterfly on her head. She did not look like someone from the village.

Mr. Quan is a businessman and knows how to watch people's orders. Seeing Shen Ningning, he held up his hands and said in a more polite tone: "Little girl, do you know where these villagers from Xiangyun Village have gone?"

 The little guy raised his head and blinked his big, watery eyes.

 “What do you want from the villagers?”

“I asked them to refund the money! These villagers are so cunning and arrogant that they even concealed the fact that someone in the village had gone to court. I hate this the most, so I don’t want to give it up.”

"Have you understood what happened?" the little guy asked.

Mr. Quan folded his hands and said nonchalantly: "My friend Mr. Ba is very familiar with this villager. He told me personally. How can I be wrong?"

 It turns out that Badshun was behind it!

Shen Ningning frowned.

Since Deng Fugui married Wang Qiaoer to the Ba family, no news has come out.

"But the deposit has been paid. According to the rules of the business, if the buyer regrets, the money should not be refunded." Shen Ningning fluttered her eyelashes.

Mr. Quan snorted coldly: "Who can prove it is the deposit? I also want to say that it was the old village chief Deng Changshou who defrauded me of my money!"

 The little guy's heart felt cold when he heard this.

Mr. Quan also knew that the old village chief and others had no written evidence, so they were confusing right and wrong, and these villagers did not dare to do anything to him.

Shen Ningning said in a faint tone: "In business, you must pay attention to integrity. Master Quan, if you do this, how can your business be successful in the long run?"

Mr. Quan was irritated and was about to retort. Suddenly, he stared at Shen Ningning, his eyes turning gloomy for a moment.

"How do you know so clearly and still speak plausibly for these villagers? Could it be that you are..."

 He just finished speaking.

The sound of horse hooves came from the entrance of the village, and along with the sound of gongs and drums, people entered the village in a lively manner.

Everyone turned around and saw teams of soldiers with silver armor and brown horses, majestically escorting four mahogany boxes into the village.

Jiang Zhi walked in front, beating gongs and drums in her hands.

 When she arrived in front of Shen Ningning, she held up her hands and said congratulations: "Young man, please visit the village master of Funing."

 After saying that, she turned around and opened a carved box.

 When the lid is opened, under the sunlight, there are all kinds of jewelry shining brightly.

Not to mention Mr. Quan, even Shen Ningning herself was almost dazzled.

 “Township?!” Mr. Quan’s eyes widened, thinking he heard wrongly.

Jiang Zhi glanced at him sideways: "What? The emperor personally sealed it, and the imperial edict was issued ten days ago. You don't know, right?"

Mr. Quan hesitated to speak. He turned his eyes to Shen Ningning and his expression changed accordingly.

Jiang Zhi scoffed: "That's right. How could ordinary people know that there is a village owner in Xiangyun Village?"

“Where do you come from, a bumpkin? Get out of the way quickly, don’t delay us from delivering rewards to the village owner!”

As she said that, she secretly winked at Shen Ningning.

The little guy chuckled.

Mr. Quan couldn’t believe it: “Your old village chief didn’t say that the person who went to court was the village owner!”

“You didn’t ask either.” The old village chief led the villagers from the end of the village road.

Shen Ningning nodded: "Master Quan, you go to whoever told you this. You said you want to refund the sugar, we can refund it, but from now on, Xiangyun Village will no longer do your family's business."

The little guy was full of momentum and looked at the old village chief: "Give him the fifty taels back."

 She had prepared the silver a long time ago.

Without saying a word, the old village chief stepped forward and handed over the money.

This time it was Mr. Quan’s turn to not want to take the call.

If there really was a village owner in Xiangyun Village, then not only would the loquat candy not be returned, but he would have to keep buying it!

"Township Master, you don't remember the faults of others, you..." Mr. Quan changed his arrogant expression and his smile became flattering.