Farmhouse life after traveling back to ancient times

"If it's false, let's go find the great judge and have this matter sorted out."

Du Wenxiu looked at the people in front of the door with sharp eyes.

All the women in Wu's Pickle Shop were speechless.

They are just workers in the workshop, how could they get such a confidential deed.

After a long silence, they all gathered around him again and asked Du Wenxiu to fulfill his obligation as an employer - to pay his wages.

Seeing these women were so ignorant, Du Wenxiu couldn't help feeling annoyed.

He turned around and called Jiang Shuimei, saying, "Run fast and report to the county government that there is trouble here."

After Jiang Shuimei left in response, Du Wenxiu turned to the women and said coldly:

"I have explained the cause and effect of this matter to you clearly. And I also know that the Wu family pickle shop has never been open since Madam Wu entered Minister Liu's mansion."

"You haven't done anything, but you made up lies to force me to pay you. If money is so easy to earn, why would the workers in our workshop work from dawn to dusk every day?"

"If you retreat now, and ask your own boss to come over, I might even agree to lend you some money for your daily turnover, considering that we are in the same business as each other."

"If you insist on causing trouble here, then we will wait for the county magistrate to summon us and go to the court to make the decision."

Every word she spoke was so sonorous and powerful that the women were so frightened that they dared not say a word for a while.

The atmosphere seemed to be getting pretty good, the sky had already brightened, but the door of the workshop was still not open.

Du Wenxiu walked up the stairs with a fearless look on his face. The women from Wu's Pickle Shop did not dare to move and stepped aside to make way for him.

Du Wenchan and others followed behind her, and a group of people squeezed over, pushing the woman who was causing trouble to the sides.

Wu Sanmei went forward and knocked on the door, shouting, "Uncle Chang, open the door. The young ladies at the door have all dispersed. Don't be afraid."

Everyone couldn't stop laughing after hearing all this talk, and the women from Wu's Pickle Shop looked as if blood was about to drip out of their faces.

They wanted to take advantage of the chaos and leave, but Jiang Si Niang was still in someone else's hands. They all came together and they were neighbors who saw each other every day. How could they just leave her behind and go?

So he waited here cautiously, watching the women from Wenyuefang enter a house not far away.

Soon, they were seen coming out wearing changed clothes and aprons, with scarves covering their hair.

Then they went to different locations and worked on their own.

Du Wenxiu walked towards the door accompanied by Cheng Suying. When the others saw her, they turned around and wanted to leave, but they couldn't, so they could only look down at their feet.

"As you ladies have seen, this is how we work in our workshop on a daily basis. If we really merge with your Wu's Pickle Shop, I'm afraid you will have to follow our procedures."

"I just want to ask you ladies, has boss Wu Ziwei ever mentioned this to you?" Du Wenxiu asked softly.

Several people looked at each other and shook their heads.

They are used to doing housework in the countryside, so when did anyone make such meticulous demands?

"If you don't believe me, Taohua Village Workshop is our partner and it's not far away. You can go there and see if it's the same process as I said."

"Mr. Du, we would like to go and see, but you have detained Jiang Si Niang, and we..." The woman who spoke looked around and saw that everyone was still around her, so she couldn't help but feel a little braver.

Du Wenxiu suddenly realized and said with a smile: "Don't worry, ladies. Our workshop has gone to the county government to report the case. We should leave one person with us to go to the county government and explain everything clearly."

"Once this is over, we will let Madam Jiang Si go back. It's not a big deal."

Oh, it would have been fine if she hadn’t said it, but now that she said this, what’s going on?

As the old saying goes, the gate of the yamen faces south, and you can't come in if you don't have money.

This sentence has long been deeply engraved in the souls of ordinary people, and most people would rather die than have to deal with the government.

"What should we do? Jiang Shuimei is the fastest runner in our workshop, and we don't know which way she took..."

Du Wenxiu frowned and said distressedly.

"She seemed to have taken that road..." A weak woman's voice was particularly clear in the silent crowd.

Du Wenxiu looked in the direction she pointed: "Oh, so she's taking the main road. Maybe we can outflank her by taking the small road."

"Then go quickly, what are you waiting for?" the impatient woman said anxiously.

Du Wenxiu glanced at her slowly and said quietly, "Hey, when I go out, I either take a car or a sedan chair. Even if I walk a few times, I can't run anymore now."

Everyone was silent.

Suddenly, the impatient woman pulled Cheng Suying and said, "Please lead the way, lady. I will go with you. We should stop Madam Jiang and bring her back. We must not alarm the county magistrate..."

While talking nonstop, she pulled Cheng Suying away, and Cheng Suying reluctantly went with her.

Du Wenxiu looked over and saw that everyone was still standing at the door. The truck carrying goods was about to arrive, so why were they all blocking the door?

He quickly led them into the workshop.

They all worked in the pickle shop, so who wouldn't be curious about the scale of this big workshop? After a few pushes and shoves, the women reluctantly walked into the gate.

Coincidentally, just as they entered the door, the threshold of the gate behind them dropped and several large trucks drove in.

This actually scared the woman who was walking at the end, and she quickly took a few steps to catch up with her companions.

Du Wenxiu noticed that they were unusual, turned around and saw Old Song who was in charge of delivering goods to Beijing, and couldn't help but smile:

"It's only been a few days, and the capital city is already ordering delivery again?"

Old Song held a large towel in his hand, wiped the sweat off his face, and grinned:

"It is the Emperor's Christmas in half a month, so he asked us to send more meat sauce as a return gift to the officials. How much do we have in the workshop? We might as well install them all."

Upon hearing this, Du Wenxiu was not in a hurry to go in. He returned and walked with him to the door of the accounting office, but heard Du Wenchan say worriedly:

"We had already taken out hundreds of cans some time ago, and we thought we would have some peace and quiet for a while, so we didn't prepare any more new ones."

"There are only a few things that have been done in the past few days, but I am afraid it is not enough."

Old Song followed them to the warehouse, waved his hand, and said boldly:

"Then let me pack all these away first. After I send them over this time, I'm afraid I'll have to come back in a few days to get new ones. Even the watermelon and soy sauce beans from Chen's Restaurant are in short supply."

"You are so good, Old Song. You are so busy, but you don't even bother to recruit more people for the team. Instead, you keep yourself busy and your efficiency is not very high."

Seeing this, Du Wenxiu teased.

Old Song was in charge of the business route for delivering goods to the capital. He was very busy, not knowing whether he could spend half a month at home in three months.

Old Song smiled slyly and said, "Hehe, I dare not say much about other things, but if we talk about efficiency, it will be high soon."