kvmb Chapter 101: Get Beaten and Squat
Chapter 101: Get Beaten and Squat
Shopkeeper Zhao glared at Chef Song again.
"Whether it's true or not, I know for sure."
How could Manager Zhao not know the character of the uncle and nephew of the Song family?
It's not like they can't do this!
Over the years, if it weren't for Old Song's good cooking skills, he would have driven people away long ago.
Now is not the time to be fussy, so Shopkeeper Zhao turned to Cheng Xiaohu and became friendly again.
"Xiao Hu, we have to get involved in the cake business. So, when you are free, why don't you invite your brother? I will treat him to a meal."
Cheng Xiaohu glanced at Chef Song, who was sweating profusely.
He knew in his heart that his chance had come.
But he didn't agree immediately. The cakes belonged to Brother Fang's business, not his. He just said, "Okay, boss, I'll try."
Chef Song couldn't stay any longer, so he forced a smile, made up an excuse, and hurried back to the backyard.
He grabbed a person at random, and his voice trembled a little: "Go find Fatty Song now, and hurry!"
If it was too late, and that bastard really got beaten, Qingfenglou might not be able to get the cake business.
By then, I’m afraid the shopkeeper will no longer tolerate him!
Fang Tong strolled around, bought some flour and meat, and then went to the city gate.
Before leaving, the pork seller asked, "Brother, can you help me find a wife?"
Fang Tong was a little embarrassed, but luckily he was thick-skinned: "Don't worry, I've asked everything. This time I came here just to give you some information. I'll bring a girl to see you next time."
The young man grinned and said, "I've been waiting for you, big brother. Take this big bone and stew it at home to make it taste like meat."
"My dad also said that you are a tiger, and I said no, brother, you look like a real person." The young man was very enthusiastic and said while pretending to be tough.
The main reason is that the eldest brother was the first one to be praised for his handsome appearance, and it is obvious that he is a person who likes to tell the truth.
Fang Tong took it silently.
It's rare that I still feel a little guilty. I'll go back to the village and ask if there are any girls of marriageable age in the village.
After a while, they arrived at the city gate and the combs from the carpenter's shop were delivered. The square coppers were piled on a cart. After counting the quantity, he felt at ease and paid for it.
Then he pushed the cart back.
Having these ten grates is not enough, so I’ll go home and build two more stoves.
When the time comes, they can use the three stoves together to make the cake faster, and it will also save Qian Niang and him from staying up late at night.
When thinking of Qian Fengping, Fang Tong didn't know what to feel in his heart. He kept thinking of holding hands last night.
We walked on the official road for half an hour.
"stop!"
A shout interrupted Fang Tong's thoughts. He raised his head and saw seven or eight burly men coming out from both sides of the road and blocking the way.
Could it be the remaining disaster victims?
Fang Tong's heart sank, and he subconsciously clamped his legs together. There was a pocket in his crotch, and he put all the money in it.
It’s more than two taels, it can’t be stolen.
The leader, Fatty Song, wore a conical hat and a black scarf covering his face, making it impossible to see his appearance.
Fang Tong vaguely felt that the figure looked familiar, but since he couldn't see the face, he couldn't be sure for a moment.
"Beat him! If you can't kill him, beat him to death!"
Without waiting for Fang Tong to react, several men rushed forward.
The grate on the cart could not be broken, so Fang Tong had to leave the cart and run to the side.
"Chase, whoever catches up first will get a hundred coins!"
The temptation of money was so great that several strong men immediately sped up and ran away. Some of them were even more insidious and picked up a few stones.
They didn't hit anywhere else, just threw at Fang Tong's legs.
Fang Tong staggered and almost fell to the ground, but this also allowed the people behind him to catch up with him.
Fang Tong was not a pushover either, and he immediately kicked the person behind him.
The man felt pain, covered his nose and wailed, but his eyes were like fire.
"Oh shit!"
He fumbled for a small knife from his pocket.
Fang Tong dodged swiftly, elbowed him, grabbed the knife and stabbed the man.
Blood gushed out instantly and the man fell to the ground, covering his thigh.
It was just a short delay before Fatty Song and his men caught up, exhausted and out of breath.
"You're quite good at running! Beat them up!"
Several people rushed forward, but Fang Tong had no weapons and no help from his second brother, so he naturally couldn't win.
However, he had been in the countryside for many years and knew that if he could fight, he should fight. If he couldn't fight and couldn't run away, the posture of being beaten was also very particular.
He squatted down obediently and protected his head and face with his hands.
Immediately afterwards, punches and kicks fell like raindrops.
Fang Tong grimaced in pain.
A quarter of an hour later, the evil spirit in Fatty Song's heart finally dissipated.
"That's enough, please don't kill me."
Fatty Song walked forward and glanced at Fang Tong, who was curled up on the ground, with a sinister smile on his face.
Fang Tong's body was covered with bruises. He lay on the ground, twitching from time to time, with blood flowing from his mouth and nose.
"Mind your own business in the future, or I'll beat you up every time I see you!"
Fatty Song made some harsh remarks and left with his men.
It took Fang Tong a while to recover. He slowly sat up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"hiss--"
The pain in his foot made him gasp. He lifted up his trouser leg and saw that it was swollen.
"These beasts!"
Fang Tong secretly hated and cursed.
Fortunately, the money is still there, so it seems that this group of people’s goal is not to rob people.
He protected his head and was not seriously injured, but his body was covered with scars of varying sizes.
After trying to walk a few steps and making sure that he was fine, he pushed the cart and rushed home with gritted teeth.
The journey usually took him more than two hours, but because of his injury, he took him another hour longer.
As soon as I arrived at the door, Qian Fengping came out to greet me.
After seeing Fang Tong's injuries, her smile froze instantly and she wiped the water stains off her hands in panic.
"What happened? Come in, I'll find you some medicine."
Qian Fengping lent a hand and helped push the cart in, then turned around and went back to the house to look for medicine.
Westinghouse.
Qian Fengping took the ointment and applied it on his face.
"Was he robbed? Or, why don't we stop doing the cake business for now?"
The famine was not completely over, and the people of Mushan Village had a way to survive.
People in other villages are still starving.
Maybe there are some who can't stand it and start robbing and looting.
After all, people are important, and business can take a back seat.
Fang Tong saw that she was really worried, and tried to force a smile, but the corner of his mouth started bleeding again because of the wound.
"Mrs. Qian, it's okay."
"It's not a big deal. I wonder what Zhizhi would think if she saw it!"
Qian Fengping scolded, her tone somewhat depressed, but she did not stop the movement of scratching her hands.
"Don't worry about the injury for now. I'm protecting my head. It's nothing serious. I'm going to the county town to sell cakes today. You will never guess what happened!"
Fang Tong was afraid of making her cry, so he quickly changed the subject.
Qian Fengping was stunned for a moment and looked at the cart. All the cakes she brought were gone.
"Do all the shopkeepers like it?"
"More than just love, they even signed a long-term contract with me."
Fang Tong told the contents of the document in detail, first about Juxiang Tower and then about Qingfeng Tower.
"What? One hundred and twenty dollars?"
Qian Fengping's eyes widened and she stuttered.
"Yes, one hundred and twenty dollars a day, that's why I bought these combs."