Marrying a village tyrant husband with space, being spoiled by the in-laws

The shop assistant glanced at the shopkeeper secretly, but couldn't resist the urge to gossip a little, so he lowered his voice.

"I heard that the King of Liang was going to marry his son a concubine. The girl he was going to marry was the third daughter of the Yu family, the richest family in Hexi County next door. The betrothal gifts he sent were stolen by a group of thieves on the way. The King of Liang was furious and the entire city was under strict defense to track down the thieves!"

Yu Suihuan felt very disappointed. These things were really stolen goods. It seemed that they could only be left in the space to gather dust. If they were to be sold, they would definitely be caught. He would not be able to explain himself even if he had a lot of words.

After leaving the silver shop, the two men drove the donkey cart to the porcelain shop. Diagonally opposite was the pawnshop. There were several soldiers inside and outside the shop. The leading one was holding a roll of paper in his hand and was saying something to the shopkeeper.

Yu Suihuan secretly sighed, it seems that some things are destined to be put away and appreciated alone, his dream of getting rich overnight is about to be shattered!

You still have to get up early and work late to make money, alas!

Li Chengjin couldn't help but laugh when he saw his wife's sad face.

I don't know what she is thinking.

I went into a porcelain shop and bought a hundred jars. The shopkeeper sighed and said that the commercial tax had increased by another 10%, and the price of the jars would also increase. His tone was full of helplessness.

After loading the cans into the car, Li Chengjin took Yu Suihuan out of the town and prepared to go home.

When we reached a deserted road, we began to speak.

"Huanhuan, let's not set up a stall there in the future. We should just deliver goods to Xunfang Pavilion. The man with the black mole who was doing the food tasting today is not a good person. He is in cahoots with the guy who collected the fees. If we set up a stall there again, they will definitely cause trouble."

Yu Suihuan nodded in agreement, she also noticed it.

"We both thought the same thing. All of a sudden, all kinds of taxes have increased so much that many people can't afford to pay and no longer set up stalls. Those who can stay and set up stalls must have connections with those who can manage things."

"Our business is so good that it has aroused the jealousy of many people. It is inevitable that someone will use their power to commit murder and robbery. It is better to keep a low profile in the future."

Ordinary people without power or influence can only survive.

Although the two men were so cautious, they were still spotted by someone with ulterior motives. A mule cart was following them closely.

Li Chengjin parked the donkey cart in the shade under a big tree and said to Yu Suihuan in the cart.

"We are being watched. Let's stop here for a while and see what they want to do."

Yu Suihuan directly put all the jars into the space. If there was a conflict later, she must not break all the jars because they were all bought with money.

When the mule cart saw that they had stopped, it paused for a moment and then followed them.

The man driving the mule cart was the man with the mole on his face.

"What a coincidence, brother, I meet you here. When I was setting up a stall in town just now, I was setting up a stall not far from you, remember?"

The man with the black mole had a cunning smile on his face, and the words "bad intentions" were almost written on his face.

"Of course I remember. What can I do for you, brother?"

Li Chengjin casually broke off a branch, picked off the green leaves on it one by one, and fed them into the donkey's mouth.

"I just tasted the honey-glazed apricots you made, and they tasted really good. I'm thinking of ordering a few dozen more jars for my brother to take out of town.

I don’t know if you guys have it now, if you do, I’ll go back with you to get it.”

This man with the black mole treats everyone else as fools. Taking him home is like giving him away for free. Who knows, your house might be robbed tomorrow night.

After picking the leaves, Li Chengjin tried the toughness of the branch in his hand, which was pretty good.

He walked up to the man with the mole, with a sneer on his face.

"All the honey apricots are sold out, and we don't plan to make them anymore. Please go back."

"Brother, what do you mean by this? Do you think I can't afford your food, or do you think I look down on you?"

The man with the mole immediately changed his expression, and his face became ferocious. This pretty boy actually refused to accept the toast, and he was not going to attack them here, but now it seems that he has no choice but to do it.

"I advise you that it's not too late to leave now."

If he wasn't afraid of scaring his wife, he wouldn't bother saying a single word to this man.

"Good boy, you are so arrogant. If you are so ungrateful, don't blame me for being rude! Wait until I kill you and take back your delicate wife. Then you won't have to worry about not getting the recipe for food..."

"You are courting death!"

Before he could finish his words, he felt a black shadow flash before his eyes, and a sharp pain came from his chest.

The next second, the whole person flew backwards and hit the mule directly.

The mule was frightened, neighed, and tried to run away, and its hoof just happened to step on the thigh of the man with the black mole.

"Ah! My legs!"

The screams became louder, scaring the birds in the trees away.

"Sanmao, look! There's a fight going on! Let's watch the excitement before we leave!"

A familiar yet strange sound came into his ears. Yu Suihuan pulled open the car window curtains and saw two big birds standing side by side on a branch.

"Two cents."

"Young Master, what a coincidence, you are also here to watch the fun. This is my brother Sanmao, Sanmao, come meet the Young Master."

The vulture Ermao laughed like the silly son of a landlord.

"Little Lord."

Yu Suihuan looked at the two vultures that looked similar and finally found the difference.

Ermao has two tufts of green hair on his head, and Sanmao has three tufts of yellow hair on his head.

This name is quite suitable for the image.

The next second, the curtain of the mule cart was lifted, revealing three burly men inside, holding short knives, ropes, wooden sticks and other weapons in their hands. It seemed that the man with the black mole was well prepared and had bad intentions.

"Catch this guy quickly, I want to kill him!"

The man with the black mole bared his teeth and shouted with bloodshot eyes.

Without waiting for the three to get off the car, Li Chengjin whipped the mule with the branch in his hand as fast as lightning, making a particularly loud snap.

The mule howled in pain and ran forward like mad.

As the three men stood up, the mule suddenly ran away and they all fell back into the carport.

"Ouch, Zhao Lao Er, you're gonna kill me."

"Ah! Zhang Datou, you bastard, you stuck a knife in my crotch, get off me now and stop this mule cart.

"I can't drive a fucking mule cart."

The mule ran very fast, and soon the voices of the three men faded away until they could no longer be heard.

The man with the black mole had his leg broken by a mule and was crying out in pain.

Yu Suihuan looked at the mule cart that was about to disappear and said to Ermao and Sanmao.

"Those three guys in the car are not good people. You two fly over and take a look. Whoever tries to jump out will be pecked on the head. If the mule doesn't run away, peck its head hard too. Try to get those three away from me."

"Yes, young master, don't worry, we two brothers can definitely do this well!"

Ermao patted his chest and assured that his mouth had been sharpened recently and he was just worried that he had no place to use it.

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