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 hot sweat from his forehead. The bright sun burned his face red, full of anxiety.

"A while ago, Master Quan, a wealthy businessman in the city, celebrated his birthday. He originally ordered about 30 kilograms of loquat candies from our village, and the deposit was paid."

"We sent the prepared samples to the whole government and showed him. He was quite satisfied with it, 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 and say that we have concealed the mistake and are waiting for us to apologize!"

Jiang Zhi, who was standing next to Shen Ningning, suddenly became angry when she heard this.

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

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

Shen Ningning stretched out her little hand to hold her.

Those eyes as clear as snow looked at the old village chief: "Grandpa village chief, when the whole government came to you to order candy, 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 full of helplessness: "I've said it many times, writing and making signatures can save a lot of trouble in the future."

"Ning Ning, what do you think we should do now? They asked for 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 yuan in savings before, but recently she spent a lot of money on buying things for Jiang Zhi in the village house and settling Wu Zuchang's funeral arrangements.

I only have more than a hundred taels 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: "Him?"

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

"Brother Jiang, I can't leave, so I can only ask you."

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

Watching her Yi Qi Jue Chen, 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 get the money too easily, I have to put some pressure on them!"

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

Not a moment.

A dark group of people arrived 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 could 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? Master Quan is here, and 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 hummed and skipped over from the end of the village road.

Shen Ningning was wearing a blue and white skirt and a beautiful golden-winged butterfly on her head. She didn't look like someone from the village.

Mr. Quan is a businessman and knows how to watch what people do.

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'm asking them to refund my 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 these things the most, so I won't let them go."

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

Mr. Quan put his hands behind 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.

Ever since Deng Fugui married Wang Qiaoer into 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 that 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 felt cold when he heard this.

Mr. Quan also knew that the old village chief and the others had no written evidence, so they were confusing right and wrong, and the 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 when 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.

There was a clanging sound of horse hooves at the entrance of the village, and accompanied by the sound of gongs and drums, people entered the village bustlingly.

Everyone turned to look and saw groups 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 Funing."

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

As soon as the lid was opened, under the sunlight, there were 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, turned to Shen Ningning, and his expression changed accordingly.

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

"Where did 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 already prepared the money.

The old village chief stepped forward without saying a word and handed over the money.

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

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

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